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| And now for something completely different | |
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| Date of Scene: | 26 November 2018 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Jubilee and Deadpool wrap holiday gifts. |
| Cast of Characters: | Deadpool, Jubilee
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- Deadpool has posed:
The pool table is in use. Sort of. It is covered in christmas wrapping paper, and a variety of other gift-like items. There is also a Deadpool present.
As in, he's there, not that he's a gift.
Well he IS a gift but not wrapped.
Okay, wrapped. HOLY SHIT WHY.
So anyway Deadpool is there, and he has tape stuck all over one glove, because tape and gloves is weird as is, but he has started to attempt to wrap some things, using the pool table as a work station, instead of a proper table. Perhaps the balls all around help make it more enjoyable. Or he likes balls in the way.
Don't question it.
- Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee is freezing. It's too cold outside. It's too cold inside. She is bundled up with a puffy yellow jacket with faux fur trim on the hood, the front pulled into an O around her face. She bounces into the rec room, a backpack flouncing on her back, clearly full of something that rattles like shopping bags, and something that jingles.
"Oh hey, wait. It's you!" she exclaims as she spots Deadpool in all his scotch tape regalia. "Ooooh, are we wrapping gifts? Can I help?"
- Deadpool has posed:
"Uh huh, but you're making me cold to just look at you," Deadpool answers, flinging his hand around and up and down to try to dislodge tape. That fails, and he just stops trying. He picks up a steamy cup of hot chocolate, dumps about eighteen (no, exactly eighteen) small marshmallows into the top, and transfers the cup to her with zen-like seriousness.
"Take this if you want to live," he entones. "And then bring me one just like it, for it was mine."
- Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee blinks, as a smile spreads slooowly across her face. "You. Are. AWESOME." She sips from the cup, Mmm's, and trots out, crinkling and jingling. One swift trip to the kitchen later, she returns with a cup in her other hand, red and bearing the likeness of one Iron Man. She sets the steaming cup of hot chocolate down next to the marshmallows and stares at the bag, looking a little more than intimidated. "Was that 81 marshmallows? Cause that seems like a lot. Maybe I wasn't watching close enough. Or maybe I have dyscalculia." She starts carefully pouring the marshmallows into the cup one by one, as she checks her +sheet. "Damn. Yeah dyscalculia. Just....say when."
- Deadpool has posed:
"Just go ahead until the cup overfloweth, and eat any escapees," Deadpool gestures towards the Iron Man mug's iconic front as she returns. "No 'mallow left behind." Since she left, he has gone back to measuring paper haphazardly to wrap some things. He seems to lack boxes, so it is a disarray. Some of the paper is birthday wrap, but most of it is a decent semblence of holiday.
"Are you good at this?" Deadpool asks, conversational. He has a variety of skill levels showing on things he has wrapped. Some look meticulous, others look like a paper bag breezed by them with part of a bow.
- Jubilee has posed:
"I'm an ocd wrapper, Jubilee replies, scrambling to the floor under the table to catch a marshmallow that fell. Five second rule. Down the hatch. Then she gets back up and dusts off her knees, before untying, unzipping, and peeling off her coat to toss it on a chair. Beneath it is a sparkly kaleidoscope of a little tunic over a black knee-length skirt and leggings. Because leggings aren't pants.
She busies herself peeling tape off of Deadpool's glove and looks around at the gifts. "Need some help? What are all these for?"
- Deadpool has posed:
"For all of my fans and friends and family members!" Deadpool chimes cheerfully. "And my groupies. And my driver. And my roommates. And my ex-girlfriends. And so on," he continues, spreading his arms wide as if to embrace the table and everything on it with christmas cheer. Considering some of the odd unwrapped gifts (and some of the wrapped ones), he may not have great friends. Or won't after they open the gifts. That kit-kat bar is half eaten.
"Also for my cancer kids. Someone bought all their puppies so I have to one-up /puppies/. That's hard. I haven't figured out what that will be yet."
- Jubilee has posed:
"Well..." Jubilee replies skeptically as she looks over the menagerie of gifts, both wrapped and unwrapped, "I feel like maybe you could get them more puppies and maybe don't use them as grenades this time?" She blinks dolefully at him for a moment, then shrugs. "Or just do kittens. Kittens are always better than puppies anyway." She grins, adding, "/Also/ not grenades."
Then, she gathers a roll of paper and a random gift, eyeing the gift before cutting off a pristine sheet of the gift wrap and positioning the gift on it. Within about 45 seconds, she has the gift perfectly wrapped, using the tape from his glove. "I wrap gifts all the time at Spatula City. It's fun!"
- Deadpool has posed:
"I would never use a puppy as a grenade," Deadpool says in horror, staring at her as if she's lost her mind. "What must you think of me? Whatever it is, feel free to keep spreading it, because it works for me most of the time to be considered a cruel and heartless bastard that will do anything and should be feared above all else, but really. Puppies. What are they teaching at this school," Deadpool asks, dismayed and saddened.
"Wow. You know, I am well suited to like, supervise, and also to make notes on what each one is, so that I don't have to unwrap them again to remember."
- Jubilee has posed:
"I dunnooo..." Jubilee says, looking up at Deadpool. I hear stuff. Like about some fight...anyway. I'll wrap, you write who they go to. Work for you?" She sips from her now melty cup of marshmallow froth and hot chocolate. "Just don't number 'em. I'm shite for numbers..."
- Deadpool has posed:
"They were NOT GRENADES," Deadpool points out loudly. "...But they could have been. Captain Poopers created grenades. He was a good boy," The merc finishes wistfully, while jotting down elusive notes on what the gifts are. As if it mattered.