sirenspull_logs | February HoA Open Log

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February HoA Open Log

Who: All House of Awesome people and guests
When: Month of February
Where: The House of Awesome
Summary: Open Log for HoA CR
Warnings: Will be updated as needed!

((OOC: So! Please see the House of Awesome Metapost for info on the house. ANYONE not Lucifer can enter the porch - and while you CAN hit the buzzer to have someone meet you, you can ALSO just walk in! Remember folks, Lucifer CAN get on the roof, k? The inner door is only locked AFTER Sirens. Wander around the ground floor, or go visit people's apartments. The POOL cannot be gotten to without a resident though. If you want Danger Room time, please label your threads as Danger Room threads since it has limited access. Tag your subject line with the date and time, ok? And any warnings if needed. Castiel is the only angel with access to the levels lower than the pool, his apartment is Michael proofed, as is Magneto's office (which is also Gabriel proofed). Magneto's condo, the main kitchen, and some other places may be Hellhound Proof.))

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Jubilee sipped her drink. "I always bag the good ones. The question is, though, just what are they good at?" Smirk. Granted, Light had been a serial killer - an admitted one, no less - and Etienne back in France had been a mutant hating bastard, but they had their good qualities! Light was a good guy, he just had issues like everyone else. And hell, Etienne could dance and spin the tunes.

"Neurosurgery back home. General surgeon here, I think." She shrugged. It wasn't that important to her. "You going out tomorrow?"

"Then I think you answered your own question." Pop! Goes another candy piece in her mouth. "Why, yes. Nick and I are going out tomorrow."

Jubilee reached over and stole a couple of the candies, putting them in her mouth. "Ooooh. And just what do the two of you have planned for this holiest of holidays?"

Chocolate is holy, man. HOLY.

Ro eyed her stealing her candy back. She was (poorly) trying to hide a smirk, and reached to pinch her fingers on the edge of the bag, and pulled it away. Slightly. Enough for Jubilee to still reach it but enough for Rochelle to make a bad joke.

"Since we... didn't EXACTLY get to celebrate last year, we're doing dinner and a movie or something, if we can find one."

There was still that hesitance when shevmentioned last Halloween. She tried to cover it up but if you listened you could pick up on it. But it was a lot better than freezing up at the mere mention of it.

Oh last Valentines. When she'd been with Light. It'd been their first... and now it'd be her and Tenma's first... if he disappeared around her birthday she was going to be pissed.

"Well, there's a theater down in the Mall. They've probably got all sorts of specials going on."

For now, Rochelle just didn't want to think about getting grotesquely half-decapitated the last time this came out. She was a strong woman with more shitstorms under her belt than she can count, but honestly? Even if she had been beaten to hell and back, getting killed the way that she did and coming back was both jarring and freaked her the hell out.

But she was better now. A LOT better. Hell, she would talk about it if somebody brought it up. She just didn't do it on her own, usually. Mentioning it now though was drifting her thoughts back to all this, and how much better she had gotten since she came back.

So with that she shook her head once Jubilee started talking, like she was shaking a bad thought out of her mind (which she was). She nodded, maybe a little too quickly than if she had really been listening.

"Uhh, yeah. Yeah, there probably is." Subject change, anyone? "For a guy who's guts and crappy white suit I hated at first, I didn't think I'd ever wind up like this with him."

Jubilee snickered. "You're not the first one I've heard say something like that." She knew a lot of others. She sipped her soda and tied off her thread, shaking out the dress. It would fall off her shoulders, and skim her body until the floor length skirt flared out from her hips. The trim was at the bodice and the hem. She'd planned on wearing it somewhere else, but this seemed like a good reason to wear it.

"Then again, it's the first time I've heard crappy white suit. Last one I heard was shitty black suit and smelly cigarettes." Jubilee missed her Kitty.

A chuckle. Rochelle shook her head. "No, this time it was a white suit with zombie brains all over it that he bitched about every time a Boomer puked on it."

She watched as Jubilee worked on her dress. "I'm really liking that so far."

"thanks. Hopefully, it'll be done for tomorrow night." She was actually waiting for her floors to dry, hence why she was down here, sewing rather than upstairs.

"My one friend had a boyfriend for a while. Smelly, British, a jackass, and he smoked." She shrugged. "Never met him, but I probably would've liked him."

"You usually work pretty fast in the first place, don't you?" A genuine question because her memory was vague on how fast Jubilee worked on costumes and outfits like that.

A pause, and Rochelle rolled her eyes. "Try a womanizing, angry, whiny gambler." She sighed, and shrugs. "A womanizing, angry, whiny gambler I learned to trust with my life, but an womanizing, angry whiny gambler. Trust me, it's not a hero worship thing."

Then there's another hesitation. "... Girl to girl, though? With Valentines Day getting closer I keep thinking about--things. How we're supposed to work out, shit like that."

"Try to. Usually skimp on sleep to get things done."

Then she laughed. She couldn't help it. That sounded a lot like Remy, actually. A lot like him. Well, in some respects.

She looked up, then sighed. "This is probably gonna sound bad, but go with it for a moment. I... don't think about the future. One, we're not gonna be here forever, and eventually we'll have to go back home. Now, for you and Nick, that's not a big deal, but for Kenzo and me? It kinda is. Then, there's no guarantee we'll remember when we do go home." Jubilee shrugged and went back to her sewing. "Right now? Enjoy what you can, when you can, and let the future work itself out."

Her eyes had wandered back down to her candy corn, picking at the bag for a minute before she glanced up at the mention of going back home.

"It's a big deal if there's not much home to go back to anymore, but. That's another story." She sighs. "I guess you're right. I just--oh, I dunno. We've been pretty slow moving. I guess with a guy who said he got so messed up for relationships after his first wife it makes sense. But we're JUST past the stage of me calling him my boyfriend without him freaking out and starting a damn fight about it, and we've been doing--WHATEVER that was for a year."

She shook her head, and made an 'ugh' sound. "I WANNA say I'm not being impatient, but under the circumstances? Maybe I am." Which sounded really weird to admit.

Jubilee shrugged. "I guess it's just the way we are. I've seen..." A pause as she counts in her head. "Three of the spandex brigade? Well, three I can think of right now, get married." She shook her head. "And I watched as one of those fell apart, when he had to mercy-kill the woman he loved because she'd been poisoned with fugu. So, I kinda have the habit of not looking at the future, because it has a way of smacking you in the ass."

"The spandex brigade?" Rochelle raised an eyebrow at that while she rested her chin in her hand over the table. She could take a good enough guess what that was.

She shook her head, as much as she could, with her free hand up in the in mock defeat. "No, no no no. He doesn't have to marry me. I don't even know if I'd want to be married here. Then again getting married back home's an even crappier idea. Trust me, I already memorized my we-might-not-get-tomorrow's." But here was a lot more of a home to her now than life could ever be again where she came from.

"... But--" She bit her lip. God, this was going to sound cheesy. "An 'I love you' would be sure as hell nice."

She grinned. "It's what others call us. It's not actually spandex."

Jubilee looked up. "Saying 'I love you' creates a commitment, Ro. Some people aren't comfortable with that." God knew she barely ever said it. It created complications she didn't want in her life. So, she showed people, rather than telling them.

"And, I'm totally a product of my raising, but sometimes saying it is more dangerous than living it." She shrugged.

Rochelle raised an eyebrow. "You don't know think I know that? Jubilee, I might not like cheesy tunnel of love rides but I'm not scared of being in love. In the thirty years I've been alive so far I've done it a few times already."

Note: she's never said specfically if she was in love back with him yet.

And she knew that wasn't exactly what Jubilee meant. It wasn't avoiding it--at least not trying to. She had done enough avoiding in the relationship. a little less than Nick did, and she and him talked the hell out of his commitment issues. But having it have been in her mind already she was still processing it.

Jubilee shrugged. "Hey, in my world, being married or in love with someone could get them killed. By your enemies, by your friends, by you. It's all a matter of what happens when."

She almost never said 'I love you'. It was just too damned dangerous.

Rochelle held up a hand and waved it briskly, almost dismissively. "THAT I'm not afraid of. I'm sorry it happened in your--where you come from, though."

"Not to me. To.. quite a few people I know though. The guys I had crushes on ended up dead and never knew about it." She shrugged. Ev and Angelo... were sore spots, but they were ones she handled.

A sigh. "It's not what I'm afraid of, but... I'm sorry. That it happened to you, I mean."

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