Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

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For the first time in a long time, Jessica was full of happiness and cheer. Finally, at long last, good things were happening. Captain America returning to hit people until they started behaving? Great. News from New York was suggesting that mutants were starting to stand up for themselves publicly, led by peaceful acts of heroism by a certain Kitty Pryde.

But the reason Jessica was eating cake in the common room tonight? A phone call from Cap himself telling her that the President had pardoned her and that her presence was requested by this weekend.

Technically, she should be training or something, but screw that. She wasn't a fugitive anymore. She was an Ultimate again. It was her right as an American citizen (technically) to have this cake. And if anyone put up a fight, she would just call Captain America to punch some sense into them. (This wouldn't actually happen. But she was prepared to try to make it happen.)

There was also cake to share or whatever. If Jessica didn't get to all of it first in her celebration.

[OOC: YOU GUYS. I got home at a reasonable time! I post because I can!]