Magic Icecream
3/7/2007
Logfile from Jubilee.
=NYC= Apt 1400 |Jubilee and Rogue| - Greenwich Apartments - Greenwich Village
Kurt Wagner is not usually the most casual traveler of New York City streets. Today, he has good enough reason to risk the stares and hisses from people he passes. A fedora (not the purple one) is pulled down low over his face and a trenchcoat has it's collar hitched up high. He is doing his best at looking like the detective out of a 1940's film. The only problem is that he is not in black and white, so he is still very blue. This aside, he stands before the door to Jubilee and Rogue's apartment and raises a hand to rap at the door. Nightcrawler is knocking. This is a novel thing.
Novel things are the sustenance of Jubilee's existence. They are also probably the reason she has a bed in medbay held in tribute to her. She bounds across the room and hits the door with a thump and a "Owwww," that is eclipsed by the chains and bolts being unfastened. The door cracks and a bright blue eyes peeks out at Kurt. "If you're sellin' vacuum cleaners, we already bought one."
"But madame, these vacuum cleaners are of the highest quality." The familiar German accented voice is likely as recognizeable as the pointy teeth behind the blue grin. Kurt leans his face toward the crack of the door. "Are you sure you cannot be convinced?"
Jubilee flings the door open and is through it almost before he finishes his sales pitch. "HIII!" she squeals, throwing herself into a hug that ends in a coughing fit to clear her throat. She. Is /wired/. She pulls back and tugs him after into the apartment.
Yellow eyes go wide at the squealing. Kurt is not one to refuse hugs though. The coughing draws concern out of him and a hand goes lightly to Jubilee's shoulder. "Are you okay?" He asks, only to end up being yanked into the apartment, his tail whipping up from beneath his coat to balance himself. "Hallo to you too!"
"Whatcha doin' here? You want somethin'? I've got--coughsneeeeeerksniff-- fudge icecream," she says, pointing at the remnants of the blanket fort and the pint of icecream she'd simply taken a spoon to.
"I had heard that there has been perhaps a bit too much excitement lately and I came to check on you," Kurt explains. He eyes the fort and the icecream for a moment, but his few shreds of maturity win out. For now. "Are you doing all right?"
Jubilee flaps a hand a does a twirl. "I don't know if it's the medicine or the icecream, but I think I'm high. I'm /peachy/! How've you been?" She backs up and snags a chair fromthe flimsy dinnette set and straddles it backwards. A large bandage covers each of her palms, but she doesn't pay them any attention.
A blue brow hikes up at the twirl, but Kurt smiles and nods his head. "I am doing as well as one can do, with all of the wild goings on that have... gone on." He pauses for a moment at his own phrasing, but dismisses it with a shake of his head and a flick of his tail. "Do your hands hurt?" He asks, at spotting those bandages.
"Hnh? Oh, no. Not really. Just kinda got cut up a bit." The hands are turned up and looked at for a moment before Jubilee drags her scattered attention back to Kurt. "Wild goi- OH! Hey! What happened with Cassy. She get like... pulled outta the school or somethin'?"
The mention of Cassy's removal sobers him considerably. His tail lowers and he nods his head. "Ja. Child Protective Services came for her, saying that she has been injured too many times." Kurt eyes Jubilee for a long moment. "I was tempted to show them your medical records, to show that The Cassy is not so prone to getting hurt as they think."
"Dude. Man, I hate CPS. The Profs working on getting her back, right? Why doesn't he just go in and go all mental voo-doo on them?" And she's up again, bouncing across the floor and leaning over the back of the couch to reach for the tub of icecream. That is really too far out of reach.
"I think perhaps that would be unethical. Both he and Dr. MacTaggart are working very hard at it." Kurt's smile warms reassuringly, "Dr. MacTaggart is very confident that the Cassy will be in our midst again very soon." He watches her lean and struggle for the icecream and decides to help. He walks over and hops gracefully onto the back of the couch, his tail swooping down to delivery the tub up and into her waiting hands. "Have you spoken with Herr Professor about the things you have been through recently?"
Jubilee grins her thanks up at him and digs the spoon into the softened icecream. "Sure you don't want some?" she asks, offering the spoon up. "An' no, not real recently. I don't know. Why? Think I should? Do I seem traumatized ta ya?"
"You seem like you have had perhaps a bit too much sugar," Kurt shares honestly. "It has been a very upsetting week," he continues. "I myself know I have spent a great deal of extra time praying for guidence. I have not felt so helpless in many years as when that terrible woman came to take the Cassy away."
Jubilee sobers slightly and shoves the spoon in her mouth. "I'm tryin' not ta think about stuff too much, honestly. CPS... I dunno. I think the prof and Doc Taggert'll take care of Cassy. I gotta believe /that/."
Kurt nods his head slowly. He remains perched where he is upon the back of the couch, his tail dancing slowly behind him as he watches Jubilee. "Of course, ja, they will deal with this." For a moment, he falls quiet, though his usual happy smile has returned.
And Jubilee remains where she is, bent over the back of the couch, elbows on the seat cushions, and icecream in hand. She kicks her feet up a little, and the whole couch sways.
That blue tail moves in response to the swaying of the couch, keeping Kurt from toppling. "You do know that though you may no longer be my student, you may still come to me at any time, if ever you have something you want to talk about, ja?"
"Thanks, Kurt. I mean, I know, but... Thanks." One more energectic kick is their undoing. The couch tips backwards.
"Ach!" As the couch goes over, Kurt does his best to keep from ending up sprawled on the floor. His balance and acrobat habits make for a rather impressive display. He actually hops from the back of the couch to the front of it as it tips over, so that he ends up still perched upon it in it's new position. His concern is immediately upon Jubilee though, "Are you all right?"
A poor little couch leg rolls out into the middle of the room. Jubilee pushes up, scattering the pillows that had plopped on top of her. "Uh..." It takes her a minute to inventory herself. "Yes." The icecream didn't fare so well. It puddles in a melty, runny pool on the cushion. Mourn.
Kurt eyes the poor icecream. He glances around the apartment, "We should clean that up, ja? Do you have paper towels?" He hops off of the couch and offers a three-digited hand down to Jubilee to aid her in standing up. "I believe we have vanquished your couch."
Jubilee briefly ponders licking it up. No, no... not in front of company. She scrambles up, assisted by Kurt's oddly shaped hand, and blows her hair out of her face. "If we do, they'd be in the kitchen."
"If you do? What do you usually do in the event of escaped icecream, Jubilee?" Kurt gives her a curious look before he pads his way over toward the kitchen in search of the elusive cleaning tools.
"I don't know. No icecream has ever escaped me before. Though there was an M&M that fell into the couch cushions once. I wonder if it's still there." Jubilee scampers along behind hi,.
"I do not advise eating it," Kurt says with a firm nod. Perhaps Jubilee's sugar induced attitude is rubbing off a little. The search for paper towels begins, Kurt trying to locate them without being invasive.
"Don't you think the candy coating would keep it fresh inside? We could crack it open. Like an egg." She grabs both sides of the door frame and leans in.
Kurt eyes her for a moment. "Just how much sugar have you eaten today?" There is exaggerated concern in his voice for that, which dissolves entirely to ask, "Would they be in a cupboard? I do not wish to ransack your kitchen."
"I dunno. Rogue went shopping last. No tellin' /where/ she put stuff. I'd even check her room. She stashes stuff in there she doesn't want me to eat."
Laughter wins over this time, "Is she worried that you would eat paper towels?"
Jubilee tilts her head to puzzle out how /that/ train of thought occurred, then laughs. "Only when I don't get enough fiber in m'diet."
Kurt continues laughing for a moment, shaking his head. "I cannot find them. I think perhaps your couch is in dire trouble." He looks mournfully back in the direction where he is well aware of perfectly good icecream going to waste on ruining furniture.
It was a second hand couch bought at the local goodwill. The couch was already ruined. "Oh, no, Doctor Wagner!" Jubilee swoons, straightening and putting the back of her hand to her forehead. "Say it ain't so!"
Dramatics. Kurt can't help himself. He extends a hand, as if to catch Jubilee from this swoon. "Ja, I am afraid there is little we can do." He winces, his words growing tender, "I believe she is.... stained."
Jubilee lets out a mock sob and falls against Kurt's shoulder. "No! No! No-- Wait. /She/?" She pulls back and looks at Kurt. "My couch is a /she/?"
Kurt looks stunned for a moment, after patting Jubilee's back consolingly. "You did not know?"
"Of course I didn't know! After all this time? /Sitting/ on him! Her! /Lounging/ even!"
Kurt narrows his yellow eyes, "Scandal. You really did not know." He sounds sad, dejected. "I apologize."
"What will the children think?" Jubilee deadpans.
"There are children?" Kurt asks, his eyes wide and rather owlish. The yellow coloration helps in this image. He seems terrified.
"Of course. Ottoman, Sofa, and Couch, Jr." The corner of her lips curls up ever so slightly.
There is a visible battle going on with Kurt. He is fighting against laughter that desperately wants to break free at the absurdity coming out of this conversation. Yet, to laugh would be to give Jubilee the victory. "You may have to admit to the little ones that their father is their mother. And stained. The poor little Ottoman."
"No. We mustn't tell them! The shame! He must have gotten reupholstered when I wasn't paying attention!" Jubilee gasps and grabs Kurt's arm, then plants her face against his coat while her shoulder's shake.
Kurt hugs Jubilee carefully, patting her back. "Reupholstery is a menace, ruining familes and dinette sets." His tail is lashing madly as an outlet for the laugter he is holding back. "Surely you will be able to carry on."
Jubilee clings tighter, and for a moment there is a very real danger of her loosing it entirely. Finally, she settles a little and inhales several gasps of Kurt-scented air before straightening and replying in a squeaky voice, "Love does go on."
Nightcrawler proves in this moment that, perhaps, someone should take his DVD player rights away from him at the school. Instead of replying with anything sane, he sings (and badly), "Once more you open the door, and you're here in my heart, and my heart will go on!" Celine Dion's high notes are replaced with accented croaking sounds.
"Neeeeear, Faaaaar, wherever you arrrrre!" Jubilee joins in in full, croaking voice, her arms spreading wide before she gives in to the master and grabs her stomach and falls over laughing.
Kurt too has to grab onto a counter to keep from collapsing as laughter absolutely explodes. His fedora ends up on the floor and he gives in completely to hysterics.
Jubilee slides down the counter to sit on the floor, almost breathless under the grip of hysteria. "Oh, oh, ooooh, Kurt," she wheezes a moment or two later and tips over to her side, utterly spent.
Chuckles continue as aftershocks even once all of that wild laughter fades. "What in the world did we just say?"
"I... I don't even know. I think we were talkin' about the couch? Maybe?" Jubilee replies, knuckling the water from her eyes.
Kurt laughs once more, shaking his head. "Mein Gott, we have I think perhaps behaved a bit strangely."
Jubilee rolls over to her stomach. "I'd totally blame the icecream, but you didn't have any. Quick! Suck the cushion!"
Kurt looks horrified at this suggestion for a moment, but it takes only a few moments for laughter to wipe that away. "I think perhaps I will need to pass on this offer."
Jubilee , mercifully, simply looks up at him and grins.
Kurt chuckles, shaking his head. "I must be going, unfortunately, as much as I would like to suck your couch cushions." He reaches out and pats Jubilee's shoulder, "Keep in touch, ja? We miss you around the school. And if you need anything, you call me, ja?"
"Ja, Kurt. Ja," Jubilee replies, finishing working herself to her feet so she can see Kurt out of the apartment.
After flicking his hat upwards with the spade of his tail, Kurt pushes it back down onto his head on his way to the door. "You take care of yourself, Jubilee." He smiles warmly to her before making his exit.
3.7.07 - Kurt visits Jubilee. They /must/ have opened a dimensional portal because /nothing/ can explain what happens.