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[She's got her head bowed, shoulders rising and falling as if she's panting. Her hair is black, with red and silver streaks in it. The wall behind her is utterly blank.

Her harsh panting comes over the audio. Jubilee has been working. The video trembles for a moment and then she raises her head.

Blue eyes are seen through stringy hair. Sweat streaks her face.

And her eyes... her eyes aren't normal. They're flat, dead, exhausted...]

Dr. Michael Xavier is dead.

[The video cuts out, with the NV being hurled across a room.]

[OOC: Jubilee has locked herself in the Danger Room. And then locked the Danger Room down so no one can get in except herself, Emma and Magneto. She's also wearing void cuffs, because... yeah. She's surging and can't be around people.

To the people in her condo: Her phone went off at about 3am, right as she got to bed and then she just left. No one saw her again until this post.

Anyone wanting to look into the shenanigans: HIT THIS PLOTTING POST]

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[If Scott ever shows up, she's making Chuck babysit him for a week. THAT would be the reason he drank.]

You were never not welcome here, Chuck. I never said you had to leave. I simply said that if you were going? To please go. Changing the security system is difficult. I didn't have time to play around. It took me four days to get it done.

Uh-huh.

[All the believing-you he's doing right now.]

Well, anyway, getting over there works for me. See you soon, Jubilee.

[It's actually the truth, whether he believes it or not.]

I'll be in the kitchen. There's left over Thai food.

Great. Well- bye.

[Click.

And lo and behold, the doorbell rings half an hour later.]

[She just makes it up to the kitchen about five minutes before Chuck arrives. When she opens the door, she doesn't look well. She hasn't slept, she's living on junk food and she's got a Red Bull in her hands.]

C'mon in, Chuck. I'm starving.

Yeah, sure.

[Stepping in after her and following her further inside.]

Uh- hi. Have you been... eating? Or sleeping? You don't look so good.

[Jubilee throws the can into the recycling bin and then grabs her food. She jerks her head toward the door.]

It's been a long day, that's all. C'mon, let's go... someplace private to talk.

Yeah, that sounds good.

[He shoves his hands in his pockets and makes for the door with her, following her lead.]

Is my, um, apartment still empty? Probably, right? I don't really see this place opening as a halfway house anytime soon.

[She's silent until she walks into Magneto's office. Then she drops her food on the desk, and taps in a code beside the door, once Chuck is in. Hearing proof, unless someone is broadcasting psychically.]

Most of the apartments are empty. Yours included. Tony and Steve moved into the spare condo. I dunno if Wanda trusts me enough to stay in my place any more. Kitty left...

[She collapses in a chair, rubbing a hand over her face.]

How much do you know?

[He settles down awkwardly into a chair as well, tugging restlessly at his sleeves.]

Not much. Michael said that the only people who perished were their enemies. And I know at least one thing they were keeping in that lab. If someone hadn't destroyed it... oh my god.

[Still boggling about that. The implications are terrifying.]

[Good, then he knows that Michael and Kevin are alive.]

What was in that lab, Chuck?

Michael was planning a recon. I know that. I begged him to wait until I healed. But he took that kid... What was so important?

[This is where Chuck hesitates. He isn't sure if it's his secret to tell, if there's a reason she doesn't know...

...but fuck it. He'd hate being in the dark if he were here. He lets out a breath on a hiss and looks up.]

They were trying to make angels. They had samples of archangel DNA, blood, anything else with special properties.

What else could fire up Michael that much? I mean, that was no pedestrian hissy fit, that was real wrath. Old Testament, fire-and-brimstone, Sodom and Gomorrah righteous fury.

[Jubilee shakes her head.]

I knew he was pissed and knew that something had happened but not what.

[She picks at the food.]

Just... what the hell. That's full on Sinister and Apocalypse grade level of fuckery. that takes some true insanity and more than a few adamanitum balls to go with it.

[Because, oh hell no. There are lines. She can even deal with cloning and human experimentation, but some things are sacrosanct, man.]

[S h r u g. Not being table-flipping Christian Bale-out pissed off about this is a Testament either to his serenity in old age or His fantastic acting skills.]

It's not like they weren't already a shady mafia organization of mad scientists. If I were that balls-out crazy and I had a captive archangel, that's what I'd do too.

[Jubilee pushes the food away. That stuff just sat wrong with her. She couldn't condone anything.]

At least they're both alive.

[Magneto and the kid.]

Why'd you ask about your place? Thinking of moving back?

[More curiosity than anything. It wouldn't be her decision if he could move back.]

No- I live with Blaine now. He needs someone who'll actually be there for him.

[Said more than a little bitterly. He's still holding it against Erik for taking off in the dead of the night, and leaving Blaine all alone. After the two of them said they would help him get back on their feet, after they took responsibility for him.]

[Except Erik isn't here and Jubilee is. She would have taken responsibility for everyone but they hadn't given her a chance. She tucks her hands - covered with gloves - into her lap, anyway.]

Alright. The door's open if you want it. Just... gimme a couple days warning and I'll change security around.

[Again.]

[But Jubilee didn't sign on for helping Blaine out- Erik did. He did, and he abandoned that responsibility, and Chuck won't back out. He won't ask Blaine to trust someone he didn't necessarily sign up for, either. He's a teenager in need, not a hot potato. Chuck sighs a little and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]

I don't think that's gonna happen. There's a lot I miss, but it's just... not the same. Cas would never come back, Rochelle's gone, and I still have Vonnegut- my Hell-puppy.

[Who Chuck would never bring here no matter how much you paid him. Ever. Nothing could ever convince him to trust any of the people associated with this building with anything like that again.]

[She just sighs. She's tired, worn out and really sick of defending herself. But whatever. This was why mutants had to stick together right? RIGHT!]

I think the only apartment hellhound protected is mine. Since Loki still has his here.

[She goes to raise a hand, but decides against it. She's having issues with her hands tonight and she doesn't want anyone noticing.]

You named him Vonnegut? Really?

[Except for the part where Chuck didn't say anything she needs to defend herself against, and just gave valid reasons.]

Yeah. Why not?

[NERD DEFENSIVE. Don't make fun of his Vonnegut love, okay.]

[Doesn't mean she doesn't take it that way. Exhaustion is leading her into taking a lot of things wrong.]

I was just asking. Not one of my favorite authors that's all.

[No need to break out the Nerd Shield of Defense +4]

I didn't feel like naming him Rowling.

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