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Tweak says, "Inconceivable!"

Jean Grey (levistrauss) wrote in x_emplary,
@ 2008-03-28 22:45:00

Entry tags:

jean grey, jubilation lee, monet st croix, wanda maximoff

The Aftermath...
Her head did not feel so good. Her brain felt a little too big for her head, as though suddenly overnight it had filled with air. Scott had woken her with a glass of water and a few Advils in hope to stave off the roaring hangover before it hit her, but it was too late, and it was very likely she was still a little bit drunk.

The details of the night before were a little fuzzy. She still had on a sparkly silver top she'd put on before they'd gone out clubbing and she had a tacky tiara tangled up in her hair. Scott thankfully had managed to tug off her boots when she'd gotten into bed, but he had not the skill nor the perseverance to try and remove the tiara and so it had stayed.

For some reason, and it was probably the extra alcohol in her system that was playing a part in this particular confusion, there was a fertility statue sitting on her bedside table. There was no question as to who'd gifted it, as a "♥ Ororo" was etched into the base, but she had absolutely no recollection of getting it the night before, and most certainly didn't remember positioning it in such a lurid way next to her engagement photograph and the portrait of her parents.

She had to put the night behind her and move onwards and upwards, away from the nausea and the headache and down to breakfast, though considering it was after midday already it was probably more aptly called lunch. Her parents were arriving later in the afternoon, and while her father wouldn't have any problems with her looking a little dishevelled, she was sure that her mother would have something to say about it.

She stumbled into the kitchen, having switched out of her silver top and into her pyjamas, though still with the tiara stuck in her hair. She'd shower after she'd had a little bit of something fatty and disgusting to eat. She wondered what there was in the fridge.

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shinemystar
2008-03-28 01:30 pm UTC (link)

Last night was totally wicked. Wanda could not remember when was the last time she'd laughed her ass out like that. Ororo's gift had made everything extra memorable along with the good wine and the jager bombs Jubilee had kept coming.

And not to mention Joe the Tiger who so danced his way to her wallet.

As though that morning was an extension of last night's Hen's Night, a smile lingered on her face as she stirred her spoon around her mocha. For sure she'll have to do something about that lest her brother find out (immediately) that she had her share of lapdances but now was not the right mood to worry about it.

When someone had stumbled inside, she turned to see who it was and that smile had turned to the brightest grin at the sight of the tiara, "Queen Jean! Your royal majesty is up and early this morning."

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laminar
2008-03-28 02:12 pm UTC (link)

Jubilee remembered watching somewhere the effect hangovers had on people of different ages, and apparently the younger ones are less likely to feel like shit the morning after, or something? That was so false. If they could get a swab of her cheek they could maybe analyse exactly what it was that died in her mouth, because from her perspective, it seemed like several small animals.

And Wanda was downright cheery. Maybe the reverse of the hangover theory was true, or maybe she just had one too many shots.

She had been a flight of stairs behind Jean, not having been coherent enough the night before to give the taxi driver an address, let alone teleport, so she stayed in one of the empty rooms at the mansion, practically falling unconscious the moment her head touched cotton. Unfortunately, there was no kind fiance to take off her shoes, or her nun costumes, so she slept in them, and was now shuffling into the kitchen with the habit still half-stuck to her head.

As soon as she reached a sturdy structure, Jubilee plonked herself down and let her head fall on the table with a small 'smack'. "Eh relle wah t-" she tried to say, and gave up halfway through, wishing that she'd had the foresight of brushing her teeth before going for coffee.

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deepest
2008-03-28 02:45 pm UTC (link)

Someone had got to look after the girls.

Indeed they were adults and were perfectly capable of handling themselves but there was the volatile mixture of alcohol and mutant powers to consider. There was a cover that could be blown. Their hen's night, could be next day's headline.

Happily, nothing of that kind took place, at the expense perhaps of having to take only a few drinks to keep a better eye on the girls. Anyway, Ororo was just as susceptible to cause damage. The most important thing was that she was able to make sure that the party was under reasonable control and that the professor had nothing to summon her about the next day.

Still, it was duty that caused her to rise up early in the morning, having no hangover to worry about. She dressed prim and proper and proceeded to the kitchen.

"Good morning ladi--Oh Jubilee you look like hell."

There laid the irony.

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levistrauss
2008-03-28 02:52 pm UTC (link)

She looked up, the hair that wasn't tangled up in her tiara was dangling in across her eyes. The make up from the previous night had smeared around her eyes giving her the smokey-eyed sexy look that many women spent hours creating before they went out.

"Last I checked it was 1 in the afternoon." Jean said to Wanda, sent a glance of sympathy towards Jubilee who looked about as bad as she felt and a look of jealous ambivalence towards Ororo who always looked composed no matter what she'd suffered through. Jean had never much liked her for that.

And since she did not have the stomach to cook her own breakfast this morning, she plonked down on the seat next to Jubilee, propping her head up on her hands. "The first one to make me something full of grease and eggs will win a beautiful novelty tiara." She said, pointing to the bejewelled plastic ornament. "After they extract it from my hair."

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shinemystar
2008-03-28 02:59 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, that's right," Wanda glanced at her invisible wristwatch, "We women are such late wakers. Well," she gestured to Ororo, "Except for our fearless leader here." She sighed after for a dramatic effect, tugging the side of the collar of her old tee closer to her neck, "No wonder all the men have gone to work..."

When Jean had mentioned something about eggs, Wanda returned her gaze to Ororo and said, "Well, she's standing and I don't imagine she'll allow Jubilee any closer to a knife at that state. What do you think, Ro?" she smiled her morning one.

Well, morning-turned-afternoon.

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deepest
2008-03-28 03:16 pm UTC (link)

Ororo switched glances, "...Now I have to cook, don't I?"

Well, because if the others tried to do it, they could have a burning kitchen.

So out came the pan, and the cooking oil. The problem occurred when there wasn't anything available to complement the eggs...but some suspiciously looking luncheon meat. It was oddly shaped, like Scott took a bite and returned it promptly to the fridge as an act of charity.

She turned to Wanda, who seemed to be the only sane one who could assist her, "While I figure out what to concoct, you better get rid of Jubilee's habit before it kills her."

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laminar
2008-03-28 03:24 pm UTC (link)

With one arm propped up floppily at the elbow, Jubilee made a thumbs up sign after hearing Ororo's words. Because although it was a very liberal costume - meaning that it was probably only worn by fake hooker-nuns - the habit was the one constricting part of it, and she was convinced that she could choke to death on it and no one would know. She wasn't vocal enough to cry for help right now.

Jubilee didn't fancy going to hell with a gigantic headache, even though in the long run, it wouldn't make a difference, really.

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shattering
2008-03-28 03:45 pm UTC (link)

"You all look kind of disgusting," Monet said rather bluntly as she walked through the kitchen door. She pulled her comb through her perfectly bunned hair one more time before dropping it into her purse. Her purse which perfectly matched the red four inch heels which matched the perfectly draped black mini-dress practically pasted onto her body.

Only Monet St. Croix could walk in in last night's clothing, pair it with that morning's hair, and make it look like an entirely new outfit. Granted, Monet hadn't had half as much to drink as the others (nice thing about having a religious background, she thought), but she'd enjoyed herself just as much and stayed out just as long as the others.

She looked at Jubilee and smirked. "Nice habit," she said as she walked over to the fridge. Fatty wasn't for her and she suspected that for the other girls fatty would mean pork, someone which she absolutely couldn't stomach.

Monet pulled open the fridge and reached for the first yogurt that fell into her grasp. "And lovely tiara. I see you've enjoyed it so much you couldn't take it off."

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levistrauss
2008-03-28 03:56 pm UTC (link)

Jean sighed, and touched the dimonte encrusted monstrosity gingerly with painted fingernails. "Believe me, I've tried." She said. "Scott tried too, but he stopped when he pulled out a clump of hair."

Under normal occasions she'd just morph the tangles of her hair away, but with her stomach as tender as it was this morning she didn't have the guts to morph even the littlest bit just yet. It explained why her skin was still fair and milky instead of dark blue and mysterious. It took no energy for her to maintain a morph anymore, only to change it, and since she'd gone to sleep while looking like any normal woman who'd just been out on the town with her girlfriends, that was what she woke up looking like as well.

"I have to get it out before my parents get here." It did spell out a potentially incriminating phrase she much preferred her mother didn't ever see. As far as she was concerned, Jean was still a virgin, and there was every possibility that despite the fact she was getting married in four days that she would remain virginal and pure for quite a while longer.

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shinemystar
2008-03-29 01:35 am UTC (link)

"Monet, be a little nicer, won't you?" Wanda made sure to flash her a nice smile, too, as she got up and shuffled over to the poor Jubilee to try and pry her habit off, what looked like her brother's old I-visited-Hawaii shirt covering her micro-mini shorts so that it looked like she wore nothing at all under her top. "It was Jean's night, of course she should have a right to get wasted if she wanted to," then looking up to her, she said, "And besides, you did enjoy Banks, didn't you?"

Before she could receive Monet's response, though, habit pried mostly out of Jubilee's way now, she turned to Jean to ask, "When are your parents coming over?"

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shattering
2008-03-29 02:54 am UTC (link)

"I'm always nice." Monet peeled back the foil wrapping on the top of her yogurt and grabbed a spoon from the silverware drawer. There was a bag of granola in the cabinet (or at least, there had better be) and she decided that combined with the yogurt, it would be perfectly acceptable to carry her over until work. She'd at least have enough energy to put the finish touches on her latest art review.

"Banks' name was misleading," she said, scowling slightly as she dug through the cabinet. "He wanted me to buy him a drink. I won't be calling him-- where's my granola?"

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deepest
2008-03-29 01:26 pm UTC (link)

"Surely Monet St. Croix, you should give a tip or two about appearing graceful after a girl's night out," Ororo commented with as little boredom as possible while she opened what should be a 'dogfood' cupboard, dedicated especially to the canine in the house. There she found a pack of bacons, "If all the granola bars in the house are yours then consider it possibly stolen, if not kept protectively in some boy's room."

Time to heat the pan.

With the problem of a suffocating Jubilee out, Ororo turned to Jean, "Perhaps conditioner would do wonders in decrowning."

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laminar
2008-03-29 01:45 pm UTC (link)

Suffocating had just been one of Jubilee's many problems at the moment. Reaching to rub her face while her forehead was still being intimate with the table, she managed smudge her eye make-up even more so that her cheek was now a decidedly non-attractive film of charcoal.

"Water," she mumbled as she raised her head so that it was now being propped up by her chin. She knew that her hair was probably a rat's nest and her face was like Frankenstein's monsters, but not really caring now. What she really wanted now, was some water, 'please' and 'thank you' be damned. They were extra words, and could be spoken at any later time.

Would it be inappropriate to want more alcohol right now, to pad this a bit? she wondered briefly, squinting her eyes and not really watching anyone in particular, but her eyes were drawn naturally to the bright red of Jean's hair. It was a nice patch of colour.

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levistrauss
2008-03-29 02:05 pm UTC (link)

"You heard the woman." Jean nodded her head sideways at her fellow debilitated friend. Jean was lucky that she'd had an attentive fiance to help get her on the road to recovery as soon as she'd woken up. She felt Jubilee's pain, and wished only for her friend's pain to disappear. "Water. Or orange juice. Spike it with some ibuprofen."

The bacon and eggs were much more appealing this morning than yoghurt and granola for breakfast. She shrugged at Monet, a little amazed at the younger woman's ability to bounce back so quickly from such a night. Ah to be young again.

"Mum and Dad said they'd be here around four. I'll have a shower after breakfast, I should be able to get it out then, or else I'll chop it out and morph it right again before my mother notices the bald patch."

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shinemystar
2008-03-29 02:12 pm UTC (link)

"Oh I'm sure we'll find a way without resulting to such violent means," finally, the habit was off and she laid it on Jubilee's shoulder as she went around the kitchen table to pat Monet on her shoulder and half-hug Ororo when she passed them by. "Our boys come back from the war late in the afternoon, you can interrogate them by then, Monet."

Oh how sexist the world really is...

Two glasses were produced from their cupboard and filled with water from the faucet. "Should we behave like normal girls for you, Jean?" she asked this as she returned to the table to hand them their glasses of water before returning to her previously abandoned cocoa. "Though Jubilee seems less than normal now..."

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shattering
2008-03-29 03:08 pm UTC (link)

Back from the war? Oh, that was right. They were off being manly men and hunting things up in a park somewhere. Apparently, the Summers brother's version of a bachelour party differed from most of the other men she knew. And Shiro and the cat-boy, she wasn't sure where they were. But they were more suspect than Scott and Alex.

"I'll kill them later," Monet muttered. It looked like it would just be yogurt then, that morning. Maybe she'd grab a bagel once she'd gotten into the Village.

She swallowed a spoonful before deciding to have a moment of kindness and civility. "I'm going to New Jersey after work to go to the mall if anyone wants to come. Last minute stockings, gloves, hair clips... garters," she smirked at Jean at the last.

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