9828/Logan and Jubilee. Still best sidekicks. Best. Sidekick.

Logan and Jubilee. Still best sidekicks. Best. Sidekick.
Date of Scene:	29 October 2019
Location:	Jubilee's Cabin - Breakstone Forest
Synopsis:	Logan and Jubilee talk about Hydra, boys and hair.
Cast of Characters:	Jubilee, Wolverine

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Jubilee has posed:
It's the afternoon and Jubilee is settled on her porch swing in the front yard as she rocks back and forth with the creak of chains. She has sent out a text to Logan earlier, something along the lines of:

'Hey fuzzybutt. I got a student situation that I wanna yank on your ear about. I also have beer. Love you.'

She's dressed in a comfortable pink sweater and a pair of black jeans as she plays a round of Angry Birds Extreme or something on her phone, tongue tip sticking out the side of her mouth. ".. I'm coming for your high score, Dougie. Better enjoy hanging out in second place."

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan. Hates. Texts. Hates 'em. So impersonal. But it's about the only way anyone communicates with him outside of face to face interactions anymore. Especially the kids. Seems like all they know if their phones. He can't even understand why they need so many messaging apps. Facebook. Snapchat. Kik. Too many to count. And now, he's got them all on his phone.

    But, at the end of the day, he's glad that it's made it easier for him to keep in touch with people. Like Jubes. Getting her text, he releases a grunting rumble, sighing heavily as he lifts his smart phone and swipes it to life. Seeing the message, his thin lips curl up at one corner. Slowly. Deliberately. Frustratingly. He texts back:

    "You had me at beer."

    It's not long afterward that the knock on the door comes. After all, his own cabin isn't too far away. A short jaunt through some winding deer trails, and he's there.

Jubilee has posed:
Having retreated back inside to grab said beers, Jubilee opens the door and gives him a grin, holding out a can of his favorite flavor to him, then leans forward to give the Canuck a big hug. "Heeeey! Come on in." She says as she trots over to her couch to flop down into it uncermoniously.

Jubes has definitely grown up, no longer a scrawny girl, but a athletically toned woman who still sucks on energy drinks and eats Twizzlers by the handful. Even still, she will always see Logan as her father figure in her twenties.

"So, this Bean kid who's name is Sam. I've been counseling him for awhile now and I'm starting to maybe make some breakthroughs. I talked to Scott and Doug last night, but I know this is your world. He was created as a weapon by a group called Echo I think and he has a ton of information on Hydra and what appears to be a slave camp."

She lets that sit for a moment. "And he wants to get ahold of the Avengers and Shield and have those people freed and Hydra taken care of. Scott is having him write up a formal written document about what he knows, but I wanted to loop you in. He's a bit of a mess. Has no clue how to be a kid. Grew up in some lab being forced to kill people. Sorta like Laura. I've been working on trying to humanize him, but he's like a walking .. excel spreadsheet of terrorism and tactics. He needs a bro in his life. Someone to relate to."

Wolverine has posed:
    When the door opens, Logan is leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. A sight to behold, as wide as he is tall, making him somehow seem shorter than his actual height. He looks the part of a rugged cattle rancher, with a beat up old leather gambler hat sitting atop that unruly mane of raven black hair, casting his strong, broad features in the shadows of the brim. A denim, sherpa lined trucker jacket is shrugged on over a darker denim Western shirt, which looks half tucked in under the giant native chief head of his belt buckle. His jeans are worn, faded nearly white and threadbare. His boots, ancient Caterpillar boots, are stained with the remnants of old mud. From under the brim of his hat, those soul piercing blue-green eyes gleam as he lays eyes on Jubilee.

    "Hey, kiddo."

    He takes the beer in one hand, before draping one tree trunk of an arm around the petite woman to return the hug. Following her inside, he closes the door, and removes his hat, tossing it on a nearby chair, while the young Asian girl speaks.

    "Bean..." He grumbles a bit, letting his face turn towards the floor, a few strands of dark hair falling over his face.

    "Yeah, I know Bean well. He's a good egg, but a bit too eager to go running headfirst into every dangerous thing he can think of in that thick skull of his. He's in my "Special Education" courses. I'm takin' a special interest in him. But it's about like tryin' to wrestle a greased pig, some days."

Jubilee has posed:
"Trust me, I know. He's already tested out of like college level courses that we've been slipping into his workload. He's a super genius who can kill people with toothpicks and dental floss. Talking to him as a counselor has been interesting. I can't tell if I'm making progress or if he's playing me."

Jubilee leans into him more, curling an arm about him in return as they snuggle up on the couch. "So, this Hydra stuff he is talking about. If his information is true, and that /is/ where our new student Vi came from, we should do something, right? Those people are prisoners and being used as test subjects. I don't want to include the New Mutants of course, but do you think this is something the X-Men should get in on or should we pass the buck to Shield and hope they do something smart with it?"

Wolverine has posed:
    "The answer is prolly a bit of both," Logan replies to the musing on whether or not Jubes is reaching him. He thinks that Sam is very much capable of manipulating the people around him. But he does, genuinely, think that Bean's also trying to be something greater than that. It's just a road to get there. "Kid has scars deeper than the Grand Canyon, darlin'. He'll always be what he is, in some ways. Some things you just don't get back. But I'm sure he's learning from you."

    As Jubilee leans in against him, Logan lifts one arm across the back of the sofa, behind her head, while deftly using his other hand to crack open the fine Labatt Blue with a soft hiss of compressed air. He sighs a bit in contentment as the crisp, hoppy smell of it hits his nostrils.

    "If his intel is good, then I think something definitely has to be done about it, sure. I think he's got a good idea in turning that information over to Avengers and SHIELD. Ain't nobody got more beef with HYDRA than Cap and SHIELD. 'Cept maybe for me. Whether or not the X-Men get involved, I know that if what he says is true, and the leads are good, I wanna follow up on it, myself."

Jubilee has posed:
"And you know if you jump in claws stabbing, I'll be right behind you fists blazing. Ka-pow! The ol' one-two. Just like our days in Madripool or the Savage Lands." Jubilee says with a grin as she cracks a beer open for herself, taking a sip.

"I'll make sure whatever he is putting together for Scott gets in your hands as well then. I think this will be big for Bean also. Helps his conscious a bit and makes him feel useful. The kid just doesn't know how to kid at all. Had a girl crushing on him real hard and rumor in the hallways is he gently blew her off and told her he wasn't interested. I wonder if that's a defense mechanism of if he's not 'programmed' to have teenage hormones."

"Which would be a real damn shame. Hormones are super fun at their age." Logan would probably recall Jubilee being a total spaz about KPOP boybands at the time.

"So, what's new with you?"

Wolverine has posed:
    "Heh. Things ain't like those days in Madripoor or the Savage Lands, though. The risks are higher. People get hurt more. You gotta keep careful, kiddo," Wolverine says, though not in that stern kind of way that he used to have that equated to "No, you're going to stay here at the kids' table". When she cracks open her own beer, Logan reaches across with his to tap the ledge of his can against hers. Tipping it back for another deep drink, the grizzled old soldier sinks down deeper into the sofa, affecting a casual, wide legged slouch.

    "Yeah, I'd like to see what kind of information he has. But I don't wanna press him for it myself, as it might affect how he sees me, and his ability to relate to me. As for him bein' a kid... Heh. These days, there really ain't no tellin' what kids are supposed to be. Maybe he's just one of those asexual kids, or somethin. Or maybe he just wasn't in to her. It happens to the best of us. Plenty of women I went and fell for that ain't wanted nothing to do with the likes of me."

    Another drink to that one.

    The question of what's new with him has him thinking for a long moment, just staring across the room. "Not much, all things considered. Just took a brief little sabbatical. Up to the northern regions. Spent some time clearing my head in the best way I know how. Just tryin' to come into things with a new perspective, or something I guess. What 'bout you?"

Jubilee has posed:
"I'm an X-Man now, I don't sit at the kid's table anymore. I graduated to the A-Team. Don't forget that or I'll noogie your sideburns off." Jubilee says as she clinks her beer against his, then takes a long sip.

"Or something, huh? I've missed you around of course. Besides counseling kids and their world breaking problems, I haven't been up to much."

There's a pause, followed by another sip.

"Doug and I went on a date last night. Movies and sushi. Was a gentleman."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Oh, I don't forget," Wolverine says, his voice carrying just a hint of a chuckle in it's gruff, rumbling tone. It's a bit of a joke, really, considering how his memory is mostly a swiss cheese rat maze. But he doesn't forget things anymore, at least.

    "Doug, huh?" He muses, his lips pulling tight and thin in that awkward white people not-smile-but-not-frown thing that Midwesterners are notorious for whenever making eye contact with a stranger. He gives a faint nod of his head, but concludes, "Yeah, can't imagine Doug bein' anything but a gentleman. He's a good one."

    He gives a silent chuff, a sort of half chuckle and shakes his head. "All you kids growin' up and pairin' off. Got Rahne bunkin' up with Kurt not far off. You datin' Doug. It's startin' to make me feel old."

Jubilee has posed:
"Went on 'one' date, which was spur of the moment. I wouldn't call it dating. He is a very nice guy, but you know, since he came back from the dead and bonded with his best friend, he's.. different. I think he's trying to make up for some lost time. He's a bit timid in the romance department. He said he was open for a second date and I am too, but I'm not holding my breath that we'll fall happily in love and pop out mutant babies and wedding bells." Jubilee admits honestly as she rubs her hands together in thought. "I just want him to be okay, and happy. That's important."

"I heard about Rahne and Kurt. Good for them. Lucky girl. I had a huge crush on Kurt when we were younger." She says with a laugh. "He's so charming and swashbuckley. Kitty is dating that Peter guy."

Squinting her eyes at him, she asks, "What about you? You aren't an old man. You're still dad hot."

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan listens to what Jubilee has to say about Doug, and their date. He gives a nod of his head, though those bushy dark brows do furrow to form a crease just over his nose. Taking another sip of his beer, he draws his arm down from behind Jubes, and instead leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees.

    "Yeah, it is important that he's happy and okay. Just be careful not to give the boy misplaced hope if you ain't feelin' it, either. So the boy's shy. He's not had the most easy life. I bet he'll warm up, if ya give him some time. But, most importantly is that you're bein' true to both yourself and to him. Be that stickin' it out and tryin' each other on to see if ya fit, or if it means that you already know it don't fit, and cuttin' each other loose before feelings get caught up in it,and it gets confusin' and messy."

    The comments about Kurt, though, are met with a grin and a nod. "He's always been a bit too much, that elf. I've gotta admit that I'm surprised to hear that any one woman can tame him. As for Kitty... I think she's always had a thing for guys named Peter."

    A wry grin at that, and then he peers at Jubilee out of the corner of his eye suspiciously. "Dad hot? I'm pretty sure you're callin' me chubby right now."

Jubilee has posed:
"He's not shy in everything else though. He's overly confident, rambunctious kinda guy. I just think he's shy when it comes to dating. I'm not saying I'm /not/ into him. It's just one night we went out. But it was fun. He's awesome. He's hot. Has great hair and he's smart. He's like a total catch. If he can put up with me, that's a bonus." Jubilee says as she puts her beer down in front of her.

"I am definitely not calling you chubby. You're definitely hairy though, but you still rock the muscles, daddy-oh." She says with a giggle, eyes rolling upwards playfully.

"But really though, I hope you settle down one day with a hot mama. You deserve to be happy. I'm sure there is someone out there for everyone, yeah? But you're like five hundred years old so you've been through like twenty of those." She jokes.

"Oh! Hey, Thanksgiving is coming up next month, how 'bout we surprise the kids and do something fun for them? Try and give them a nice family day to get their minds off robots and bad guys?"

Wolverine has posed:
    "Not the best hair," Logan mutters, as Jubilee talks about Doug and his many virtues. He runs a hand back through his thick, dark hair, sweeping it back from his face. He can't say much about the rest. Logan is not hot, and he's too hard headed to be smart. Still, he manages to put on a grin. He lifts his beer, tilting his head back to finish its contents in one final, large gulp. Settling the can down on the table before him, Logan remains silent on the subject of him settling down with someone.

    It's not a great subject for him.

    "Thanksgiving was just a few weeks ago. October Fourteenth," He grumbles with a lopsided smirk, and a teasing glint in his steely blue eyes. "But, I'm sure we could put together a food thing for them. Any excuse to smoke something, if you ask me. Or I could keg fry a turkey..."

Jubilee has posed:
"You could totally keg fry a turkey." Jubilee says with a wild grin on her face. "I'll bring the Red Bulls, you bring the Keg. We'll make a day of it. I'm sure Jean will totally approve of it." Maybe the Red Bulls, probably not the keg for the students. Definitely a turkey.

"Happy Thanksgiving you canuckle head." She says in regard to October 14th.

"How 'bout we go shopping right now? I'll snag my purse and we'll go hit up Publix and start buying some of the easy stuff before we go turkey hunting. Knowing you, I'm sure you want to do it old school instead of just buy a bird, huh? A lil plucking and less clucking." Hopping to her feet, she fishes her sneakers off the ground and tugs them on, then hunts down her purse. "I'm driving!"

Wolverine has posed:
    Well, Jubes has it in her head, so there's no point in arguing, is there? With a heavy groan, Logan lifts himself from the couch, and strides over to retrieve his hat, plopping it atop his skull, and lifting his hands up in surrender.

    "Alright, alright. You drive. But we're both wearin' seatbelts," He says with some reservation, before giving the girl a playful wink. "And I don't wanna hear no complaining if I light up a cigar in your car, either. I'll crack a window."