3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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Tanned and rested from a vacation--where no evil mutants or natural disasters struck--Jean was going to settle in for whatever she could find on TV tonight.

It ended up being something about kids living and loving in New Jersey.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong here.

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"Is there a mako reactor nearby?" Elena asked, staring at the girl. "Something nuclear? Have these people been checked out by a doctor?"

Seriously, whatever had turned her that color couldn't be healthy.

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"It's fake tanning," Jean informed her seriously. "Super gross stuff."

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"So ..." Elena frowned at the television, in deep thought. "They did that on purpose?"

That was even scarier. A tragic accident was one thing. Waking up and deciding to be orange? Bizarre.

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Jean nodded sadly. "And she could be so much prettier without the orange. And the hair."

And the breasts in your face.

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"And maybe if she was wearing something a little less ... anything," Elena said, shaking her head.

She could dress as shamelessly as the next girl, but that outfit was just tacky. And did nothing for her whatsoever.

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"Trampy?" It was PG still! It was okay to say.

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"It's not even the trampy part that bothers me," Elena sighed. "I mean, I've gone to clubs before. You can look smokin' hot without looking like you charge by the hour."

Or, at least, that if you did charge by the hour, it would be via an elite screening service and for hundreds of dollars, and not on the street corner for $50 and a hit of blow.