Jean Grey is not a happy living legend (RP for Rachel)

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Takes place the evening of the press conference -- after Jean sees this article, but before the next morning's phone conversation with ScottThe X-Corp contingent in Brussels had used its connections -- connections belonging to Dazzler, of all people -- to co-opt several floors of a hotel in the center of the city for a temporary headquarters. Jean

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Rachel got untangled from the reporters and turned to Jean. She half got up, decided that maybe leaping to her feet was weird, sat back down, realized that she was sitting on the only chair in the office, and jumped up again.

"Hey, sure, ah, have a seat?" Rachel waved at the chair. "Do you know German? I can't find any bilingual speakers of German and English in the immedaite vicinity, and I was gonna translate . . . " She trailed off as she caught a little of what Jean was thinking and feeling.

"Um, sure," Rachel said again, nonsensically. "What's up?"

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Jean breathed in deeply, trying to gather herself enough to be more or less coherent when she spoke to Rachel.

"You --" she said slowly. "You were at the press conference. What would you say were the, I don't know, major newsworthy themes expressed in my statement? What, for example, do you think the coverage might choose to focus on?"

Rachel had been on the phone with reporters while Jean had been in the another with Madrox and Dazzler, mapping out a co-ordinated relief plan. So, Jean realized, it was very likely that Rachel already knew how this was shaking out in the press. Still, she was hoping her daughter would assure her that they weren't the crazy ones here. For once.

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"Ahhhh . . . . " Rachel tried to buy some time. "I'd have to say that the major newsworthy themes were the re-establishment of the X-Corp prescence in Europe as an international aid and relief organization, and the unviersal condemnation of Magento's action by the public face of the mutant community."

Rachel ran her hands through her hair and winced sympathetically at Jean. "But I think the coverage might choose to focus on the mysterious and recurring lack of death on the part of you and Magneto." Rachel waved her hand vaguely at the computer she'd been at. "They haven't caught on who I am, yet, which is a complete bonus. Someone asked me for details about the whereabouts of my "cousin," Jean, for the last few months. And no one is around to contradict that," Rachel trailed off. She metally shook herself. "Anyway. The more friendly reporters are presuming that you've been coordinating secret relief efforts from hiding. Did you know the French press just love you?"

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"Of course the French love us," Jean groaned, handing the paper over to Rachel. "We practice free love, apparently."

Giving Rachel time to read, she slumped down on the bed and muttered, half to herself. "Maybe we do. Maybe everybody else does and they just forgot to tell me about it. That would explain so much. Except it wouldn't really explain Logan. . ."

And thinking about disastrous love affairs, and their possible fallout in bad publicity. . .

Jean looked up and said out loud, "I don't suppose you have the slightest idea what Rogue thinks she's doing."