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[medicine_bird]

Having comandeered a booth with a good-sized table, Jean has proceeded to roll out a trio of posterboard-sized sheets of plastic transparancy across it. "Family Tree" has been written across the top of one in black marker

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[oldestcharmed1]

Prue has been trying to brainstorm on some situations she has been informed of recently so she takes notice when it appears that someone else is trying to work something out. She is even more intrigued when she see's it's a family tree, being rather attached to her own.

"Good Morning."

[medicine_bird]

"Morning,"

Jean offers a sketched (Ahahaha.) salute with the marker in her hand, and motions for Prue to take the empty seat across from her if she'd like.

"Just doing a little mental organizing, don't mind me."

[oldestcharmed1]

"i can relate." yes bad joke but one that had to be made.

Prue takes the seat and offers her hand, "I'm Prue Halliwell."

[medicine_bird]

"Jean Grey," she offers in turn, giving a handshake brief but firm, and then pointing at the black-lettered layer of transparency. "Er, that one there. Not the other ones."

[inquisitivehero]

There is a shadow and a quiet qhisper of movement as a Doctor McCoy arrives and a hot chocolate is profferred her way.

"Good morniong, Doctor Grey."

[medicine_bird]

"Good morning, and thank you, Doctor McCoy," Jean greets in turn, offering Hank a solmenly playful handshake in exchange for the hot chocolate.

Despite the sheer levels of cerebral pain inherant in what she's trying to plot out on her transparencies, it seems that someone's in a good mood.

"You'll be pleased to know that the leg's doing just fine, I'm sure."

[inquisitivehero]

He smiles back, shaking her hand with a glint in his eye.

"Yes, I am glad to hear it. How is the rest of you doing this day?"

He glances towards the sheets, one eyebrow rising.

[medicine_bird]

"Equally well. No mass outbreaks of doom, at least not where I can hear them, make for a happy telepath." Jean assures, adding a dashed line linking Rachel and Cable together, with Rachel on a seperate transparancy and higher up the line.

"How about you? Oh, and I met another alternate-universe child of mine, although he's technically the child of my alternate universe clone, and looks about ten years older than I do now."

Hence the flow charts.

[sto_helit]

Mun: Jean, omg. Don't. Really, just don't even begin to think about it. ;)

Susan's back. And she's brought a box of Ankh-Morpork's finest chocolates with her, which she nudges towards Jean with a shy grin. "For last time..."

[medicine_bird]

"Oooh."

Chocolates slid into her field of view, Jean looks up and over a pair of reading glasses to flash Susan a bright grin. "Truly, no good deed goes unnoticed."

Blowing on the latest bit of inking done to get it to dry more quickly, she reaches over to select a particularly tantalizing chocolate. "Thanks. I think my brain was about ready to break."

[sto_helit]

Susan smiles back at that, notices the chart. "They're the best from Ankh-Morpork--the biggest city in my homeworld. Why was your brain about to fall apart?"

[medicine_bird]

"Well, I'm trying to calculate my family tree across three separate alternate dimensions," Jean explains with a crooked smile, brief but really not needing to say more than that.

She nibbles at the chocolate, eyes flickering shut in transitory contentment.