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Fluorescent Post-Adolescents; 5/20 Late-ish Afternoon - Jean, Ali
Topic Started: Jan 8 2013, 11:44 PM (1,155 Views)
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Right, so Jack Daniels and Smirnoff might not fall under the category of expertise. It was a totally valid mistake. Happened all the time, moving on now.

Obviously, Jean was a genius and instead of various forms of alcohol, they needed strippers instead. Strippers with awesome hair that they could pump for info. In a totally different way than she would probably normally mean that, but hey, she was versatile, okay?

Jean smirked back, looking smug over the excellent stripper idea, which of course she should. Ali was so in, of course, because how could any idea involving punk rock disguises and strippers be bad?

It couldn't of course, but that left only one teeny, tiny little problem: they had Distiller Punk Ali, but didn't they need Punk Jean for this, too?

“Hmm,” Jean murmured, considering this carefully. “Do we need disguises for upstairs?” Ali nodded definitively while the other woman weighed the possibilities. Sure they did! If they were gonna do this, might as well do it right. Plus, just in case they ran into anyone they knew, and who might not understand the urgency of proper hair care, then they wouldn't have to worry about being waylaid. "I guess we do,” she decided aloud and, see? Awesome. Jean was definitely awesome, “if for no other reason than to do Two Riot Grrls walk into a Strip Club.”

"They will love us and despair," the former singer declared with a grin, "Or, you know, something suitably dramatic and descriptive our generally Punk-ly awesome."

“Alright then,” she declared, concentrating slightly to create a new projection of her appearance that anyone in the vicinity would see instead of her actual person, “I will never admit to this if you happen to repeat it to anyone, but I’ve kind of always wanted to try this ever since Ro went through her weird Japan phase.” She paused and Ali considered her interest definitely piqued. Even though she hadn't been there at the time, 'Ro and Japan brought to mind visions of Mohawks, leather. Possibly Japanese girl love. All of which were good things in her book, "Especially don't tell Warren. It'll ruin all my leverage I got this morning from seeing him in those overalls, and I have plans for that."

Ali let out a very dramatic sigh, expression schooling into a semi-pout. Just because. "Oh man, you expect me to have willpower? So unfair." Though she had to admit, as potential blackmail and/or teasing material went, Overall warren was pretty top shelf. When the hell would anybody ever get to see that again? Not that she'd wanted to see it the first time but, you know, since it was right there no reason not to put it to good use. "Still, it'd be kinda a shame to ruin perfectly good Overall Warren plans," she added, grin returning as fast as it had vanished.

And then the Punk was two and that grin practically tried to take over her entire face as Dazzler didn't so much laugh as cackle with maniacal glee. Oh man, Punk totally suited Jean. Who the hell knew?

“What do you think?” she asked Ali, spinning back and forth to display the look, since it was easier to map altered perceptions onto real movements. “Missing anything?”

Hand on her hips, head tilted, and expression as serious as the occasion called for (because fashion and presentation, even if it was whipped up by Jean's amazing head powers, was a totally serious thing always), Ali's head tilted to one side, blue eyes giving the former redhead now sporting a green Mohawk - which was a nice touch - a critical once over. After a few seconds, she nodded her complete approval, grinning impishly again.

"Other than a cute, leather-clad Japanese ninja-girl?" Seriously, who didn't know about Yukio by now, and she had said she wanted to be all 'Ro inspired, right? "I give it a ten plus. Perfect. Hell, we should consider a stage act of some kind when this is over, we're totally hot."

Of course, that went without saying. But first, mission of hair mercy! See, she could keep mostly to one train of thought.

"Hair first, though," she added, moving toward the door and pulling it open, "New punk rock music career after." With a dramatic wave of her hand, she motioned Jean out into the hall for their first leg of Operation: Stripper Interrogation. "No stripper on earth can resist. We'll know all their secrets."

Which would be kinda cool. She'd always wondered how that kept those tassel things on their boobs from falling off.
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Willpower. Possibly a cruel demand to make of Ali, any Ali, as this pink-haired version was readily pointing out. On the other hand, whatever she might claim, Jean knew at least her own version of the former singer well enough to know that willpower was actually one of her strong suits. At least if you gave her the right incentive to want to exercise it, anyway. The promise of plans for the leverage she currently had over Warren with those overalls should do it. And sure enough, mentioning that had Ali’s grin right back in place, and the other woman relented quickly, with admission that, ["Still, it'd be kinda a shame to ruin perfectly good Overall Warren plans."[/b]

Precisely. That was exactly what she was meaning, and Jean nodded emphatically to reinforce that idea. In any case though, her finishing mental touches on her own psychic disguise were in place now, and with a little twisting back and forth to submit the new green Mohawk in all its imaginary punk glory for the other woman’s inspection, the telepath applied for advice on any missing additions she needed to throw in there.

"Other than a cute, leather-clad Japanese ninja-girl?"

“Where’s Jubilee when you actually need her?” Jean dead-panned automatically, before losing the expression into a more serious one abruptly when she realized that in this Ali might not actually know Logan’s former protege and Sean’s student (couldn’t quite bring herself to think of Jubilee as one of Emma’s. It was still too horrible) in this world. Or worse, had known her. “Never mind,” she added quickly, waving a hand back and forth to indicate that it was an interdimensional mix-up thing they could both pretend had never happened.

"I give it a ten plus. Perfect. Hell, we should consider a stage act of some kind when this is over, we're totally hot."

Was hotness the major requirement for a musical stage act? Probably not something that was wise to ask an Ali, Jean decided. Though she did shake her head all the same, and was on the point of demurring aloud on that offer on the basis of having negative musical talent when it occurred to her that they were discussing a punk band. Definitely not a valid excuse for that. Even she knew that.

In any case, Ali was already moving on. "Hair first, though," she added, moving toward the door and pulling it open, "New punk rock music career after." With a dramatic wave of her hand, she motioned Jean out into the hall for their first leg of Operation: Stripper Interrogation. "No stripper on earth can resist. We'll know all their secrets."

“As long as I’m allowed to wipe the creepier ones out of my brain,” Jean qualified, as she filed obediently out of the door and started down the hallway in search of the door to the strip club. Or not search, actually. The memories she’d downloaded from Johnny that morning were very definite about that location, and how to get it to it quickest from practically any part of the resistance HQ.

In any case, even when it came to strippers’ secrets - or perhaps especially when it came to strippers’ secrets - some things a person just didn’t really need to know. Though... perhaps she could find uses for even some of those, depending on just what they were. It had been a while since she’d managed to really surprise Scott in that realm, and that usually ended up being fun.

Yeah. Hair care first. Right. “Lead on, MacPunk!” Jean declared, before a moment’s actual engaging her brain pointed out that she was actually already leading. “Or... This Way!” Whatever. They both knew how to get there, anyway. Right.

[TBC in the Strip Club: Can You Hear us Pumping on Your Stereo?]
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