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Who: Jubilee and Sam Winchester
When: August 9th-ish?
Where: HoA
Summary: Jubes found out that Sam was back, and wanted to see a friend.
Warnings: Medical things, a stutter? Otherwise, no.

Jubilee sat in the chair by the door, waiting. She had missed Sam. He was a nice guy.

... Or at least the last couple had been. She hoped this one was too. She's got her yellow coat spread across her lap, doing an inventory check on it. Most things haven't expired, but there's a small pile of things that need to be tossed.

She really needed to do this more often.

She glanced up, when someone walked in. "Sam!" She brightened. Carefully laying her coat to the side, Jubilee grabbed a cane and pushed herself up.

"I'm J-J-Jubilee."

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"You might reconsider that, once you realize how often it happens." The words were dry, but honest. She knew her mouth ran away with her. It was a work in progress.

"Deadpool's family." The words were simple, loaded, and honest. She considered Deadpool family. They were from the same world, understood the same references. "Weird, kinda not sure you wanna claim family, but family. Who buys me ice cream when I ask prettily."

Or just asked, really. Ever since she'd been hurt, he'd been extra awesome about it. She tried not to abuse it much.

"Why?"

"No reason." Honest. "I've just spoken with him once or twice, and he said he knew me before, too. Definitely an interesting guy."

There didn't seem to be any harm in him. Jubilee seemed nice enough, too, and if she considered Deadpool family, then they'd both fall under the ally category. As far as he knew.

"It helps, having people around you consider family." He would know.

"Yeah, previous you was kinda a regular around here at one time." Before Crowley got whiny. Whatever. Not an issue. "So, I think pretty much everyone here knew you, but I might be wrong." Hell, she barely knew who was in the house any more.

Jubilee smiled. "Yeah, it totally does. I wouldn't be here, except for some of them." Although, dying might have been the quicker cure. Maybe. Probably not. Bad idea!

"So, wanna quick tour? Basement, condos, greenhouse...?" Jubilee needed to double check that Magneto wasn't sunbathing first before they hit the greenhouse though.

Oops. There's a half-smile, apologetic and fleeting. "Hopefully, that's not entirely a bad thing." He already knows about the more negative side of his past self, and shifts slightly at the memory.

"Oh-- Yeah. Sounds good to me." Now, there's a more natural smile, and he nods at the offer. Good way to get his mind off things, and reacquaint himself with the people he didn't remember.

"For me? Nah. Never was. Like I said, you - he -" She broke off. "Ya know, even as an X-Man that gets confusing. Anyway, he came outta hiding to help me out. When a friend does that? Mistakes don't matter to me as much." She pushed herself up and grabbed her cane. "And at the core, most people are the same as all their alternates."

She believed that with all her heart.

"C'mon, we'll start at the top. We've got plans for a bigger greenhouse, but with me injured, it's kinda gone on the back burner for a little while." Yes, there's an elevator. She pushes the button for the roof. "It's Darkness proofed, like the house, so that helps. If you need help after sirens, don't hesitate to call."

"You think?" He hadn't been thinking of himself and the other guy as the same person, but... maybe he was wrong. A lot of people had affirmed his opinion of things, so he'd taken it in on himself, putting all that behind him.

"Alright," he says, following her as they start to move. "So, how'd you get the place Darkness-proofed, anyway? I mean, is that... sort of a common thing here?"

"I try not to. Causes all sorts of trouble." Bad Joke, but hey. Who says she can't make 'em.

"Darkness proofing is SOP around the Port. There are do-it-yourself kits, people that specialize in it, all that sorts of fun stuff." She leaned back against the wall. "Michael does it for us, since, well, mechanically inclined, I am not."

Plus, she'd probably screw it up.

"There can be breaches, but that only happened here once and it was my fault." Jubilee shrugged.

"I'll have to look into that," he said seriously. Unless Dean had seen to it, which hopefully was the case. They'd needed to protect themselves from so many things in the past, safeguard against so many evils, that Sam assumed his brother would just take care of it now.

"If there's a breech--" he started, frowning slightly at the thought, "Is there a... I don't know, response team? Someone, or some group, to come help you out if you can't handle it?"

Not everyone's a fighter, after all. He senses that Jubilee can handle herself, but what about everyone else in the Port?

"Response team? No." Jubilee bit it off. "There have been more than a couple attempts at it, but the ones who have run them are more interested in being in charge, than listening to those who have done this before." She stepped out onto the roof and into the greenhouse. She ignored Tux hissing at them.

"When Superman was here, he could be counted on. The folks that took over that group don't want folks that can help, but folks that will fall in line." She shrugged, nudging Tux further into the greenhouse.

Jubilee had opinions about that little group. Namely, that they weren't doing any good. They were in it for the press - as their press had borne out - and god only knew how often people were actually out in the Darkness.

"Most folks either stay in - and thus have immediate access to their NVs - or they make plans not to go out alone."

"Great." He sighed. It wasn't as if he could really start a sort of response team himself; he and Dawn already sort of do their own security thing, but on a larger scale, it'd be a lot more difficult.

Superman? He can't help cracking a smile. This place seemed like its surprises would never end. He nods at the information, smile falling slightly.

"Guess that makes sense," he said, shrugging. "It's safe, at least."

"I tried, but, well, I don't take orders well from folks who refuse to acknowledge my training." She'd been trained by Wolverine for God's sake. She had managed to convince someone to cross dimensions so she could hang out with a guy and then helped him take down someone. Oh, and then she'd saved both their universes, by getting help.

She wasn't bitter at all. Nope.

"Unless the proofing goes. Sometimes it does. It's one of those constant upkeep things." She shrugged a bit. "And we're constantly updating the security here. I don't even know half of it, any more."

She blinked. "Sorry, babbling again."

He nodded, brows still knit with concentration as they go along, and as he listens. Best to know as much as you can about the place you've been whisked away to, right? And Darkness proofing, hearing about people from other dimensions... yeah, that all counted as important.

"It's fine," he said quickly, flashing her a smile. "Honestly? This is the kind of stuff I'm interested in hearing. Being new, it's... harder than you'd think to get all of the info straight."

"Hey, I totally get it." And she did. Because when she arrived, she'd had to figure it out all on her own. There'd been no other Newcomers to explain it to her.

"Anything you wanna know about, I can try to answer. Though, I babble, so, ya know."

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