1679/I fly by the seat of my pants

I fly by the seat of my pants
Date of Scene:	27 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Jubilee

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Deadpool has posed:
Pete's Tavern had seen better days. There were currently about a dozen people, mostly men, laying on the floor, slumped over chairs, and in various states of unconsciousness. But they weren't all unconscious. There was one guy at the bar, sitting on a comfy stool, with a pink unicorn on the bar. There were two beers, one for the masked man, and one for the stuffed unicorn. The unicorn's beer was nearly empty, but the masked man had been nursing his.

The bartender was also there, looking frustrated more than anything. Was this a regular occurance. He muttered something about, "who's going to clean this stuff up?" as he wiped a class with a towel. There were even a few broken chairs. Clearly, a fight had gone on, and Deadpool had done well for himself. He turns to the stuffed unicorn, and says, "... and the wife says yeah, Harry, I know, but this one's eating my popcorn." And he laughs at his own joke.

Jubilee has posed:
"Hey 'ete." A voice chimed in from behind the costumed mercenary. A petite Asian girl hopped up on the stool next to Deadpool, wearing what could only be described as steampunk cosplay, and a yellow peacoat, adorned with buckles and gears. Atop her head, holding back a wild cascade of black curls, was nestled a pair of brass goggles, fitted with welding glass. "Yer P is still out on the sign outside."

"I know, Jubes," came the exasperated reply. "You told me yesterday. And the day before. Cherry coke?"

The girl nodded quickly. "With a little rum. Actually make it a rum coke with a little cherry. MOSTLY rum. Just fill a glass with rum, and show it to the coke. Also, that guy over there is bleeding."

Deadpool has posed:
"The P is out? So, is it mostly out, like an l or an o, or is it all out?" Deadpool seemed to think it was funny as he paraphrased the Princess Bride, but most of his references were lost on his company, no matter who that company happened to be. Swivelling around on his stool to see the guy bleeding, "oops," and he hopped off, walking towards the guy, giving him a once over, and then grabbed him, picking him up fireman style, and flicked a switch on his belt. He disappeared. A moment later, he reappeared, sans bleeding guy, but he now wore a white Doctor's coat and had a stethoscope around his neck. "Anyone else wanna play doctor?"

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee tilted her head as she took what was almost certainly a virgin cherry coke with NO rum in it at all from 'Ete. "Nope, it's all out. But it's better than last month, cause the last 'e' was out, then. He does NOT like bein' called Pet." Her expression is clueless, but she turns to the bartender and sets down the glass. "There's no rum in this at all, so I can CLEARLY not drink the drink in front of me!" She hopped down and trotted over to the mercenary, playing with the stethoscope idly as she reached him. "I dunno, I've never played doctor before. How do I do it?"

Deadpool has posed:
That wasn't the response that Deadpool expected. "Old rules, you go to medical school, graduate, do your residency, and then start saving lives. New rules, you grab a pizza, a six pack of beers, and undress each other while listening to Marvin Gaye." Looking over the girl who was playing with his stethoscope, he said, "hi, my name's Deadpool, but most people call me Wade, as in Wade Wilson. But don't spread it around too much. I'm trying to maintain a low profile. I don't want anyone picking up my secret identity, especially since it's getting harder and harder to find a phone booth to change into my superhero outfit in. The last time I had to go all the way to Philadelphia to find one!"

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee says, "B-but I don't like Marvin Gaye, and I don't like Philadelphia. So can I just be the clueless nurse?" She paused, then. "Wait a second. I've heard of you. You're that smartas--smart as hell mercenary guy that seems to get under Chuck's skin, I think." Good recovery. GREAT recovery. "So can we just skip to the pizza? I'm starved. Ooh a jukebox..." Distracted, the girl ambles toward the jukebox, digging coins out of somewhere inside the coat, where pants should be. "I'm Jubilee. But some people call me Sparkledink. Don't spread it around. Cause it's kinda embarrassing.""

Deadpool has posed:
"Patrick Stewart or James McAvoy?" He asked when Charles Xavier's name was mentioned, "either way, he's dreamy. I just look into those soft baby blues, and... what was I saying, oh yeah, right. Mercenary. Yeah. I do bad things to good people, or was that the other way, I can never remember, but it's always fun, I make a good living, and I get to travel. What's more can a small town boy ask for in life?" Reaching into his suit, he looks through not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, not six, but seven pockets, and eventually pulls out a cell phone. He dials something on speed dial.

"Hello Eddie? Yeah, the usual, I'm at Pet's Tavern, yeah, right, sure, no, maybe, we'll have to talk about that one later. I'm kind of with someone. Talk to you later" And then he hung up the phone. The pizza would be there shortly. Hopefully Pete wouldn't have too much trouble with it, especially given it's a restaurant too. But this is Deadpool. And he paid well.

"So, what's Sparkledink like you doing in a Tavern like this?"

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee's lip drew into a slight pout, but she was leaned over the jukebox, tracing a fingertip down over the glass, and punching buttons. Air Supply started playing over the sound system. It was gonna be a long night. "I just come here to piss off Pete. Why are you here?" She pauses. "Oh, and McAvoy. Gods, I'd love to eat ice cream off his--" the strains of the song (or strain?) blurred out whatever she said next.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool's eyes seemed to widen at the pouty look and the finger tracing over the glass of the jukebox. Was his mask turning a deeper shade of red too? How did he manage to get such an emotive mask? It really did convey his feelings quite well. It must have cost an absolute fortunate. "I'm here to kick ass and chew bubble gum." He looked at the bodies strewn about, "and I'm all out of ass to kick."

Jubilee has posed:
"Ooh I have gum!" Jubilee spins on her heel and trots back over to Deadpool, fishing around in a hidden pocket, beneath the garterbelt, on one hip. She pulls out a pack of strawberry Bubblicious and offers it. "I always keep some in case of an emergency. So what's the usual? It doesn't have pineapple on it, does it? Cause there's just no excuse for that shit."

Deadpool has posed:
"You don't like Hawaiian? I'm not sure we can be friends if you don't like Hawaiian pizza? I don't know who came up with it, but there's just something magical about pineapple, ham, tomato sauce, cheese, and bread. But no, the usual is Italian tomato sauce, pepperoni, Genoa salami, bacon, ham, spicy Italian sausage, mozzarella, and cheddar. It's called a New York Deli pizza." But in the meantime, he happily accepts the Bubbilicious gum, removing the wrapper, pulling up his mask to reveal some... interesting skin, so he can chew it. The mask comes down after a moment. "Thanks Jubes."

Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee says, "You're most welcome!" The little pyro was keenly curious, and stared most obviously as the mask was raised, then lowered. She blinked, doe-eyed, and rubbed her nose. "You know what's gonna suck? If you try to blow a bubble. That thing'll spread out all over your face in there, and you'll be picking it outta your mask for DAYS." Then, the subject changed again. "So you like the sausage, then. Meatlover much?""

Deadpool has posed:
"I always keep a couple of spares." In fact, he reaches into a pocket, finding it in one go, and provides Jubilee with what seems to be a fresh Deadpool mask. "Here ya go, now you too can be Deadpool, Jubpool?" He also reached out and had another one for himself, as you guese it, he tried to blow a bubble with his mask on. A quick switch-er-o and he was again in a nice clean mask. Of course, the brief flash of his face was, well, it wasn't pretty. "And yeah, I like the sausage. Oh, I see what you did there, crafty little minx."

Jubilee has posed:
"Sooo when you eat the pizza, you're gonna have some sorta weird Toby Maguire moment, with the mask pulled halfway up and shovin' it into your mouth. I heard there was somethin like that in a movie once. Sorta." As the song "Play that Funky Music" ends, "Achy Breaky Heart" begins. Pete makes an exasperated sound from behind the bar. "Shush. You know you love the mullet, 'Ete."

Deadpool has posed:
Even as Achy Breaky Heart plays, Wade sings along as if it were Weird "Al" Yankovic's parody, Achy Breaky Song. "You can torture me, wit hDonny and Marie. You can play some Barry Manilow. Or you can play some schlock, like New Kids on the Block, or any Village People song you know. Or play Vanilla Ice hey, you can play him twice. And you can play the Bee Gees any day. But Jubilee, please, I'm begging on my knees," he even knelt down in front of her to do it, "I just can't take no more of Billy Ray!"

Jubilee has posed:
"Fiiiiine, you PEOPLE..." Jubilee made a fingergun and aimed it at the disc inside the glass of the jukebox. She fired, and a pink spark traveled at a highly unimpressive speed toward the Wurlitzer. As it reached the glass, it almost seemed to disappear, then reappear inside the glass, creating an arc-like flash on the disc, and the player went silent, before deciding the disc is damaged beyond usefulness and it moved on to the next song. YMCA. Jubilee lifted her fingergun and blew on the barrel. "MAN I love it when that works out. Cause if it hadn't, I'd have looked real stupid." She blew a bubble, which promptly popped and covered her face with pink bubble. "Aw, now my face is all sticky."

Deadpool has posed:
Oh, YMCA is a dangerous song when Deadpool is around. He began dancing do it, doing the letters and accidentally stepped on someone's stomach while doing his dancing, "oops, sorry there Fred. You look like a Fred. People should call you Fred. Charlie is so bland." Grinning at Jubilee's little effort, through the mask, he said, "it's tasty, just lick it all off. I did that to my bubble, er, some of it."

Jubilee has posed:
"Uhoh," Jubilee startled. She watched out the window as a stout little fuzzy man strode past with an angry look on his face. "I was supposed to get burgers and go straight back. I think I pissed off a stabby guy. Gotta go!" With a quick wave, Jubilee trotted out the door. "Say hi to the pizza for me!! And come find me later, or somethin, I'm at--" The door slammed, ringing the little brass bell at the top of it, and cutting off her words as she disappeared onto the street.