Owner	Pose
Jubilee	Sunday at the mansion, at least for Jubilee, is usually low-key. She is caught up on work, on laundry, on most of her duties both business and personal. So she's shuffling through the main foyer, currently, in jeans, boots, and a pink hoodie, playing a video game on her phone. Likely not even looking where she's going.
Deadpool	"Hi! Yellowjacket. Hey there, hi there, ho there, I have a jamboree that needs joining," Deadpool's voice comes from immediate vicinity. After all, she wasn't looking. "I have a thing. It's only slightly personal. Step aside into my office for a minute?" Wade is there, looking as always - meaning, not appearing to be harry potter - in the middle of the foyer, where he's been told not to disturb students. "I was told not to disturb students," Wade says, and points towards the linen closet off the foyer.
Jubilee	Jubilee stops where she is, finishing a level or some such, and the lifts her head, looking over toward Wade and his "office." Her face utterly brightens. "Oh hey it's you! HI YOU!!" Jubilee bounces over toward Wade and looks around with a conspiratory glance. "Dude, it's been foreeever. I haven't been myself lately. It's weird. Like I was somebody else /entirely/. Let's take a meetin'."
Deadpool	Wade was facing her, but as he beams in return and flashes double thumbs up, he turns away. He has a nest of gore and glittering metal things, maybe shrapnel or similar, all stuck in his back. His meeting MIGHT be about that. "You got gloves? I'm being considerate. This is my considerate face," Deadpool says, pointing at his mask. Of which there is no face showing. "You were someone else? I get that, I get that. I forget if I met your other self. I don't think I did. Maybe I just missed out on it. I had other shit to do. And be done to me. The usual."
Jubilee	"Jesus, dude. Who did that to you??" Jubilee blinks, following him in and fumbling in her pockets. "I have...one glove." No explanation on where the other is. "Did you pissed off the staff here or what? That looks HORRIBLE." She is already examining it more closely, though, planning her strategy. "Jean throw a vase at ya or somethin'?"
Deadpool	"Oh, no no, just a nail gun. Maybe some other things. I sorta pushed my luck with my other person that picks shit out of my back, so I'm here! Yay! Then I can owe you favors. Everyone looooves it when I owe them favors." Sounds kind of like the opposite of love. Owing or owed to Deadpool is, as are many things, variable in how great they are. "I'll tapdance on your minefield in the future." Deadpool shuts the door to the office, which makes the linen closet very dark. He fiddles to find the light, and then considers. Nothing to sit on. That's okay. He just sits on the floor. "Okiedokie. I didn't count, but I think it's eight-teen. I feel like lucky eighteen."
Jubilee	"This isn't even a cool wound, man," Jubilee turns her phone light on for added visibility. "I mean...Stepping on a rake and racking yourself would've been MUCH funnier." Putting in the glove, Jubes sets about taking hold of the nails she can see most readily. "Might I suggest in the future, NOT pissing off anyone holding a power tool? One." She sets the nail on a stack of paper towels she prepared specifically for this purpose.
Deadpool	"Oh wait, I brought a tool. What was I thinking. But no gloves. That'd be more preparation than I'm capable of. And a bag. Here." Deadpool fiddles in his pouches, and comes up with a plastic baggie of a green-edged ziploc type for the nails. And then a hammer, with the full hooked back end, to yank those nails out. Finally, he offers a staple remover, after making it munch-munch at her twice. "Belatedly, ow," wade says, of the nail that got removed from a shoulderblade. The spot bleeds immediately, but not for too long; it will start to heal promptly.
Jubilee	Jubilee takes the staplebiter from him and instinctively munchmunches it twice just like Wade did, but she lays it down beside her. "I...I think I'm better off using my fingers, but thanks!" She yanks another nail. "Two."
Deadpool	Wade reacts a lot to that one, mostly since he doesn't have anything better to be doing other than wincing. "Heyyy, no one-two-three warning? Best to do that when you're behind someone, so they can tense up and get nervous," teases the mercenary, but he doesn't actually do much else, other than wait. Some of the nails are easy to get to, since they aren't sunk all the way in, but a few down in his mid-back are flush into the suit, and may be a bit more horrifying to dig for. "I decided not to have my blind friend do it. She's good at some things, but less so this. Sticking her fingers in my wounds, pass."
Jubilee	"Threefour." Jubilee shrugs and puts those two, which were close together, into the bag. "I wouldn't think it would be a good idea for someone blind to go digging, no. But if I warn you and you tense up, that makes them harder to pull. Fivesix."
Deadpool	"Except that I'm very relaxed. You know, various breathing. Stuff like that. Yoga." Deadpool considers, and draws his phone out in one hand, poking at it. Clearly some relaxing music is needed. "THERE WERE NIGHTS WHEN THE WIND WAS SO COOOOOLD," sings Celine Dion. "Ouch, loud. That must have been from when I was in the noisy factory," Deadpool says, adjusting the volume, and not flinching with the further nails: he's busy.
Jubilee	"We reeeeally need to talk about your music choices, Dude. Celine Dion? Really? Just doesn't strike me as..." She makes a sound as she pulls another nail. "Damn, that one was buried to China, wasn't it?" She drops it in the baggie. "I mean it just doesn't seem like ass-kicking music. Y'know?"
Deadpool	"China, maybe; I felt it in my eyeballs," Deadpool agrees helpfully when she manage to draw the nail out of the area in the back of his lower torso near the junction into his back to the waist. "Usually I only feel weird things with head injuries, but you are in the spine. Ass-kicking music doesn't go with gentle calming healing. Or do you feel badass? Here." EYE OF THE TIGER begins to blast. "Do the montage of nail-pulls! Onward and up--OW," Wade laments.
Jubilee	"No, no...turn the wimpy stuff back on," Jubilee requests. "I just meant you were BLARING Celine Dion before this ever happened. So THAT was the one I was concerned about," she explains. "Deep ine. On three...One..." And she pulls it out swiftly before two.
Deadpool	Eye of the tiger continues as Deadpool actively roots her on. "That's like twelve, are we getting close? I'm feeling like we are," Wade says, and starts to grope back over one shouder with one hand, prodding down that shoulderblade with his fingers. He forgot to react to the deep one, so there's that, at least.
Jubilee	"These...TWO, then one more," she replies, pulling the two as she reports it. "You need to start angering like those guys in the giant suits at baseball games. Less dangerous. Unless they eat you," she says, dropping the two into the baggie. "Aaaaand....DONE," she says, pulling the last one. "Fifteen. I don't see any more, at all. But this suit is in SAD shape."
Deadpool	"Naw, just a little holier than thou," Deadpool answers. "Also I have a backpack thingie. So I can still use this one when I wear my /backpack/. That's how we make the fashion work for us," Deadpool says brightly. He's healed nearly all of the holes now, except the ones she just yanked. "Yay! You are great. Now, to wash them, straighten them, and prepare to insert them into the folks that fired them into me. Best new project," Deadpool says. "They're very bad. Very deserving. This is entirely heroic. You're putting in great words for me with your people, right?" Wade asks, fretful.
Jubilee	"Every chance I get," Jubilee replies brightly. "I've told them anytime they asked why you were here that I invited you. I'm pretty sure that puts in a GREAT word for you, cause I mean they all totally respect me and my excellent sense of character judgment." They are bound to. Jubilee is a /fantastic/ judge of character, after all.
Deadpool	"Sweet. How come you aren't a leader?" Deadpool asks, with a teasing note. He's not an idiot, he has a good idea of why. The same reason he doesn't lead things. "I tried to be a leader, but I got bored of the team interviews," Wade shares. He turns around and hops to his feet, and picks up the baggie of nails, and hammer. "Wanna keep that? As a thank you," wade offers, related to the staple remover. Since he's such a nice guy.
Jubilee	"Sure! I could always munch it at people as a vague threat, or y'know...bite staples with it." She holds it up and clicks it. "Munchmunch." She grins. "Well just be careful. I don't really mind helping you, but I would rather nobody tried to permanently affix your suit to you again. I mean what if you had to pee?"
Deadpool	"You have reminded me. Let's do that. I just wasn't thinking about it, and avoiding eating or drinking anything. Now I can eat my leftover tacos," beams Wade. "Let's get out of the closet," he suggests suddenly, and leads the way out, back into the hallway. "See you later, okay?" he bids, moving in to attempt an unrequested hug.
Jubilee	Jubilee grins and hops in to hug Wade, careful not to touch the bloody bits. Because she's such a hugger, and he is just so darn huggable. "See ya later, Poolinator." She hops back and offers a little pinky wave. "Have fun! Enjoy those tacos!"
Deadpool	"There will be enjoyment to level eleven," Deadpool says after a tight snuggle. But nothing untoward. Just hugs! He bounces back and then starts to trot to the front door. "Bye!" he says, before opening the door and heading out.