815/It's Showtime!

It's Showtime!
Date of Scene:	06 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	A Brand New Universe for a Brand New Dazzler; Polaris makes the catch.
Cast of Characters:	Dazzler, Polaris

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Dazzler has posed:
When extradimenionsal portals start opening up on mansion property, somewhere an alarm starts going off. Because really, nobody needs that and usually they're bad news.

So when one starts forming in the backyard and the alarms go off, it's either ominous or trouble or just plain weird that it seems to be taking it's sweet time forming. It's not *super huge* so it's either a single or small group of folks, or the invading army is especially tiny. But it's building in power for it's Definitely Something Coming Through as it's cross-dimensional linkages form and stabilize.

Polaris has posed:
Apparently one of the few staff on duty or campus, Lorna runs out to the back yard in jeans and a black tee with her hair up in a ponytail. She lifts her fists up bracing for an enemy to come out the portal as energy starts to gather around her hands.

Dazzler has posed:
The portal ripples ominously as it solidifies, a figure finally taking shape. Female, against the light if the silhouette is any judge. But as the portal breaks down behind her the strange like swirls into some kind of fog - her features coming into view. It's... *Dazzler*, but she looks vaguely punk and battle-hardened and... holy crap, how old did she *get* in the last week?

"X-MEN, I COME FROM THE FUTURE WITH DIRE WARN--"

She doesn't even *get through that sentence* before she starts laughing, all the lighting returning to normal and the extradimensional alarms silencing. "OMG," yes, she says 'OMG', "you should see your FACE!"

Polaris has posed:
"Oh-wait, what?" Lorna says and powers down, lowering her hands. She is confused, blinking at Alison and studies her. "How?" She asks and gestures to all her punky older-ness. "Why do I ask anymore." She sighs and rubs the back of her neck. Looking around as the sirens quiet she sighs again. "Don't suppose you could have done that with out putting the place on alert?"

Dazzler has posed:
"And miss an entrance? Please," Ali shrugs that whole fluff right off. "As for how, I'm not actually *from* here. But seeing as how a lifetime of getting bounced around means even Roma can't really tell which Earth I'm from anymore," this may or may not be an exaggeration, "this is..."

Dazzler licks her index finger and holds it up as if to test the air, "Hell, I don't know. You Lorna, me Dazzler, we X-Men: Is that basic base line good enough to work with?"

Polaris has posed:
"Can the sass." Lorna says and rolls her eyes. "So we're getting the punk model now huh? As long as your taste in music is less candy pop." She tells her and slips her hands into her back pockets and leans a little. "It's Xavier's, not Madison Square. Good to see you though, you've missed a few fights-or between you and other you." She arches a brow and shakes her head.

Dazzler has posed:
When Lorna says 'Can the Sass', Ali actually puts her hand on her chest like she might think about being offended; but the moment is over quick. "I prefer my stuff to have heart and soul, but I haven't actually been able to give music a solid focus in a long time. As far as "Other Me" goes..." She just shakes her head.

"Haven't seen her. Don't know if she's still here or if her lifetime of pandimensional misadventure's just gotten started. *I'm* here though. I got the Guardians to aim me at Westchester because I'm an X-Man, and I take that with me wherever I go, honest-to-Charles."

Cross her heart and hope to die! Alison offers Lorna a hand, her own brows knit just a touch in concern, "Truce? I totally meant to play the entrance as a prank, but I'm sorry for worrying you."

Polaris has posed:
"I know where to pick my battles." Lorna grins and tilts her head towards the building. "Come on home then miss X-Man. I recently got promoted from just an ally to a full X-Man myself. I should get myself a black uniform. Huh." She slides a hand free to check her ponytail. "So, punk Alison, you're gonna fit in great with this group of X-Men."

Dazzler has posed:
"That so, Serious Business Lorna?" Ali grins. "Got a particularly smartassed bunch on your hands this Universe? No big dramatic deaths recently, or resurrections for that matter? Where are the Sands in the Hourglass?" It'd be flippant if soap opera references weren't so often so damned accurate. "We in the middle of an all-hands-on-deck kinda thing or are we eye of the storming it?"

Polaris has posed:
"Calm before the storm, no sacrifice that I can think of. Rogue's a spitfire, Jeanie is vice principle, Scott's a peach, his brother is a jerk, don't know him well, admittedly. Mmnn, Beast doesn't like damaging fights....Let's see. My father's Emperor, I'm crown princess. Logan's a grouch, ummm, Cable's an ally-ish?"

Polaris has posed:
Says Lorna and shrugs slightly. "I think that's the short list, anyone you're aching to know about special?"

Dazzler has posed:
"More or less the standard array," Ali nods as Lorna checks down the list - though there's a bit of an arch look at "Emperor" and "Crown Princess" - she'll investigate later but for now she's chalking it up to Lorna's own inherent power of sass. "Special?"

After mulling it over for a moment, Ali visibly thinks 'Hell with it' and asks out loud, "Does Longshot ring a bell? If so, is he anywhere near here?"

Polaris has posed:
Sucking in a breath, Lorna seems to rattle off her list mentally. "If he's around he's not using that name." she offers and glances about the yard surprised there's no snooping. "I don't know what Genosha's like where you've been but Magneto has fashioned himself as Magnus and rules the island to the dread of the UN. I do what I can to buffer between them." She clarifies and studies Alison, still taking in the changes. "Oh-and Beast has a girlfriend, Tatum. She's from another Earth too."

Dazzler has posed:
No Longshot is a relief she didn't expect. Old bad choices, probably. "Mags in charge of Genosha, but not King of All Mutant Kind. At least I don't have to compete with me-as-Oprah," Dazzler says off-handed like that was some kind of thing. None of this flaps her in the least. "Tatum not a familiar name, but good for Hank! Hopefully she treats him better than Trish Tilby or I ever did." Wait, she and Hank? Well, *a* Hank.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Polaris has posed:
"Well, you're older." Lorna points out and shakes her head. "I'm sure if you ask him-Magnus will tell you he's king of mutant kind-but then, Namor might have thoughts on that." She laughs and smiles crookedly. "I'm just warming you up on the stares. You were a diva playing concerts with Jay-Z last. Interesting choice as concerts go."

Dazzler has posed:
"How much older?" Ali asks, suddenly horrified; she doesn't carry a mirror and she hasn't gotten her hands on a phone yet, but ugh. Now she has to google herself. "Jay-Z? Is it 2003 or something and he's relevant again? Wait wait wait, -diva-?" That's a pretty specific term and it doesn't always have a good connotation when pared with "Candy Pop" as Lorna mentioned earlier.

"Oh god, the local me is still super-irritating, isn't she? Still claiming she wants to entertain instead of actually help do much?"

Polaris has posed:
"Pop star." Lorna says straight faced and tilts her head, studying Alison. "Maybe a decade? Hard to say." She offers in answer to her questions. "It's 2025." She adds and rests a hand on her hip. "I don't think you were even alive in 2003." There's a slowly growing wicked smile. Poor Alison, she's got some things to live down on this earth it seems.

Dazzler has posed:
Ali groans, "Story of my frigging life the last few spots. What else is new?" Placing her hands briefly over her face she takes a big deep breath and exhales slowly before lowering them. "At least it's not a zombie earth. Or Post-Apocalyptic." It can't be post-apocalyptic if her younger alternate self is doing concerts with *Jay-Z*.

"I wonder if this is how Madonna feels watching Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry."

"You are enjoying this entirely too much," Alison accuses Lorna with the beginnings of an echoing smile.

Polaris has posed:
"I can't help myself." Lorna says finally giving into a laugh. "Oh, I am glad I never have to replace or meet my younger self." She tells Alison and covers her smile with a hand trying to compose herself for a moment. "There are aliens, vampires, gods, everything in between here. Don't rule out the zombies yet."

Dazzler has posed:
"You never *can*, can you?" Ali asks, though wether that's Lorna helping herself or ruling out zombies... hell, it works for both, doesn't it? "I'm glad I hit one of the universes where you're on the team, Lorna. We don't ever seem to line up properly but you're almost always a damned hoot."

Snapping a finger, Ali ahas! "I thought of another weird question for you; Psylocke - is she British, Asian, or 'Signs Hazy, Ask Again Later'?"

Polaris has posed:
"Mmmn, British, but Asian parentage? I never poked to close into that one. We'll chalk her up to mixed descent." Lorna answers and shrugs. "I wasn't formally on the team till recently. I guess throwing jeeps at four armed giants and rolling with the X-Men to Africa counts for showing where my loyalties lie..." She pauses to consider that. "Magnus is going to have a shit fit." which only seems to delight her more.

Dazzler has posed:
""Signs Hazy, Ask Again Later" gotcha," Dazzler determines from that answer. "And take it from me, sometimes you just end up on the X-Men wether you want to or not. I was 'not' for the loooongest time. On the team, off the team, on the team, Agent of SHIELD -- in the end it always comes down to the X-Men, by hook or by crook. Might as well enjoy it!"

Wait, "Giants, you say? Damn sorry I missed that."

Polaris has posed:
"You haven't seen the costume here." Lorna warns and shakes her head. "Just the one giant. Some motley crew of mutants tried to make their own little kingdom by taking over a village in Africa, it got shut down fast. But Hank got on the wrong end of a drainer-not ours. And Scott got stabbed by a metamorph looking like an old lady with a spoon. In case he's still flinching around cutlery. Also, Emma teamed up with Jean and actually came to check on our girl Red. I suspect android replacement. She was wearing a bandaid in public."

Dazzler has posed:
"Standard Emma, believe it or not. Hero or villain, if she's fully clothed *that's* when you suspect body doubles or clones." Because. Ooohhhh because. "But I'm guessing she's good here, or at least on the sort of "I'll help you because I'm not insane and we have mutual interests" or something."

"Wait, Jean or Emma in the bandaid. I just assumed."

Polaris has posed:
"Emma. Jean's a rock, tired-girl's pushing herself too hard, but she's not getting beat up doing it. Emma, in black and white, rocking a bandaid-on her forehead even. I'm thinking Scrull." Lorna muses and rubs her jaw considering. "Maybe she's returned to Jesus, turned over a new leaf on mono-chrome."

Dazzler has posed:
"HA! Emma and Jesus," Ali snickers helplessly. "Now *that* would be new and disturbing!" Ahhhh, "I'm sorry to hear Jeannie

Dazzler has posed:
"HA! Emma and Jesus," Ali snickers helplessly. "Now *that* would be new and disturbing!" Ahhhh, "I'm sorry to hear Jeannie's running herself ragged, though. That's the kind of talk that lands us in up to our necks in cosmic firebirds and associated angry alien empires, and that's a dance that *never* ends well."

Polaris has posed:
"Maybe it's cancer. She was being weirdly nice, still a total bitch to anyone who lets her push them over, but-oooh, she's got an angle. Maybe she's trying to recruit our Jeanie." Lorna makes a face. "She is so not getting Red from us." Apparently with out the threat of invasion or a scuffle, stiff diplomat Lorna is firmly out the window. "So, you here for a while Debbie Harry?"

Dazzler has posed:
"As far as I know, green-genes," Ali sighs with a shrug. "I don't generally intentionally bop around existence in a state of quantum flux entanglement; but stupid things tend to happen when you least expect 'em. I'm in for the long haul, until I'm not."

Polaris has posed:
"How very reassuring. Bright side-age jump, what ever fuck boy younger you might have been seeing-you're off the hook now." Lorna teases mercilessly and crinkles her eyes as she smiles. "Down side, I made bitching ice cream sandwich kabobs yesterday, missed the party."

Dazzler has posed:
"You suck, Dane!" Ali laughs, then totally unceremoniously throws an arm around the other woman's shoulder. "You're totally my new best friend in this Universe, and not *just* because I impress on the first face I see like a baby chick. Now, do I have a room here? I'm foreseeing a loooot of redecorating in my future."

Polaris has posed:
"I am sorry to say that you do and it's likely very glittery." Lorna says consolingly. "But you have quite the bank account so redecorating shouldn't be an issue. Still won't be as swank as mine." She adds with a crooked smile. "So, no spoilers, but other mes, are they as burdened by helicopter dad?" She asks, steering Alison to the mansion. "Dude scares off more boyfriends...."

Dazzler has posed:
"What spoilers? You're you, they're them. Of the Lorna's I've met up with, mostly you find him later. Do you have siblings here? Sometimes it's weird; anyway, no matter how weird it all is, it's pretty obvious you're almost always his favorite." Ali explains all this like it might impart some great deeper wisdom, but doesn't have the expression to back up the intonation.

"I come from so far afield you can't really judge by what I've seen. Some things are constant, more constant than others, or they change on whatever trick of the universe threw things in the martini shaker. Every place has it's own 'flavor' if you catch my drift. Hell, you were a negative-energy-powered giantess in at least a couple of universes."

Polaris has posed:
"I have siblings, I don't know them. They're not...involved with his government. Only one I know by name is Anya, she's dead." Lorna explains and shrugs. "It'd be nice to think there's a me that manages to hold onto her love life out there. Though giantess doesn't sound half bad." She tells Ali with a laugh. "If you need help vanquishing the spirit of Brittney Spears circa the nineties from your room let me know." She adds.

Dazzler has posed:
"Girl please, I don't think anyone anywhere near this team has a love life that *anyone* could consider normal, stable, or even healthy. It's like we're cursed as a group or something, try not to take it personal." Ali also... sort of ughs. "I'll cope. Maybe. If you hear a lot of laser-fire it's just me. Coping."

Polaris has posed:
Laughing, Lorna shakes her head. "Sounds healthy." Whether thats the lasers or their love lives it's hard to say. "Can't blame a girl for trying at least." she sighs and gives Alison a squeeze. "I'll let you get settled in. "I'm second floor north wing if you need anything." She offers and shakes her head a little. "Your label's gonna shit themselves. I cannot wait." She teases and nods, leaving Alison to the school to get familiar. She probably should write up a report or something about this.