MCA #1, Sunday Evening

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul Beaubier had a black eye and a duffel bag when he landed on the balcony of his apartment on Fandom. He let himself in with his key, threw the duffel down, and went to the freezer for a package of frozen peas for the eye. Then he dug his cell phone out of his pocket to call Scott Summers.

"He is not coming back--I do not know, Scott, it might have something to do with how you suck. And I botched it, too. He has PTSD, and now he has run away from home, so. I suppose we are thrilled with our success? No, I am not coming back, either. I was there two hours ago. I packed my things and said goodbye to my sister. So. Goodbye." He hung up the phone and left it on the counter as he leafed through his accumulated mail. Something from the school caught his eye.

"Fantastique," he muttered when he saw he was to resume teaching in the morning. At least the subject matter looked like he could do it in his sleep.

((Open to anyone with reason to be at Jean-Paul and Lulu's?))

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[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

Lulu came into the kitchen, having heard Jean-Paul returning, but before she said anything she turned around and walked right back out.

Only to return a moment later with a tin of lemon drops, which she opened and offered to Jean-Paul. "You look like you need a pick-me-up," she said.

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul grunted and removed the bag of peas from his face. "Tell me the truth, is it bad?" It was bad. Aurora had set his nose, though. He took a lemon drop and popped it in his mouth. "Thank you."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"It... could be better, but I have seen worse," Lulu replied, truthfully. If not perhaps the whole truth. "I'd offer yoi a Potion, but I don't have any left."

Sure, she could Curaga him, but that would be rather like using a longsword to chop onions.

[notanactualfairy]

"Eh. It will heal," he said. "I have had worse. Next time I decide to let someone hit me, remind me not to."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

Lulu's expression, as she popped a lemon drop into her mouth, was very clearly, "I will not ask. I will not ask. I will not ask."

She asked.

"You let someone hit you?"

[notanactualfairy]

"It seemed fair?" he tried. "I hit him when I was a zombie."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

Lulu frowned. "Ah. Yes." She set the lemon drops onto the counter, and then reached up and pulled down another tin.

This one contained Oral Sex.

"Just one," she said. "You know what chocolate does to you."

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul pouted hopefully. "But my face is broken."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you insist. Two, then." She paused. "And another couple in a little while, I would think, if you would like."

[notanactualfairy]

Well, that was all right then. "You are too kind to me. Where are we? I came in through the portal, but it does not look like Virginia or Greece from the air."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"Antarctica," Lulu told him. "You also missed France, a tropical island, Madagascar, and Hades trying to take over the island."

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul blinked as he processed that. "But Antarctica is full of dinosaurs and jungle. I missed France?"

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"... Isn't the South Pole generally cold?" Lulu asked. "I am certain there is some science behind it. And yes, you did, unfortunately."

[notanactualfairy]

"Not where I am from," Jean-Paul told her, "but then I suspect science and my homeworld parted ways some time ago. Alas."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

Lulu chuckled. "Well, regardless," she said, "we are currently in Antarctica." She paused. "Hades, as I said, tried to take over the island. I rather thought that might get a reaction."

[notanactualfairy]

He shrugged at her. "Remind me to tell you more about my old job sometime."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say I expected a big reaction." Lulu smiled softly. "Aside from being hit in the face, how was your time away? I hope it wasn't... too eventful?"

[notanactualfairy]

"Not terribly. Things are flying apart at the seams at home. I am thoroughly sick of it." He grinned at her with the half of his face that wasn't busted. "Better to be here."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"And I, for one, am very glad to have you back." Lulu's smile widened. "Perhaps we should head out clubbing again, sometime soon. Yes?"

[notanactualfairy]

"Some time after my face heals, perhaps?" Jean-Paul suggested.

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"Well, of course," Lulu said. "We can't have you going out looking anything less than your best."

She held out the tin. "... More Oral Sex?"