[Arrival] Someone call the gay guys from Makeover, stat

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"Dude, are these cuffs really necessary?" Jubilee whined for the fifth time in what she could only judge as having been an hour, shifting in her seat uncomfortably and looking from soldier to soldier. Yet again, her question had gone unanswered and she was really getting tired of the silent treatment.

"Are you even allowed t'talk? Or like, blink?"

Silence.

"Y'know they have programs for this kinda thing."

A look.

"Holy shit, it's a miracle! Your face isn't frozen!"

Silence.

"Oh my god, you guys are boring. Does the military suck the life outta everyone that joins? Or are you just a special case?"

With an exasperated sigh, Jubilee just sank into her seat and played with her powers until the humvee entered the camp and she got gently yanked out the door. It's only when one of the soldiers goes to uncuff her that she absorbed her fireworks back into her hands.

"You guys need to lighten up. Seriously."

Catching the duffel bag that was thrown roughly at her, she stuck her tongue out at the soldiers that retreated to god knows where and just looked at the place around her. She'd been in some hellholes before, but this just took the cake.

"Dude. Someone needs t'call Extreme Makeover, military-style. And fast."