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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

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!]

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Oh look, a Sia on the fifth floor, that never happens.

"You seem happy," said Sia, who was able to tell things like that.

"I am happy," Jessica said. "Things are picking up, my friend. It took forever, but it's happening."

"Really." Sia almost had begun to believe good things didn't happen in Jessica's world. To be fair, she heard mostly the bad stuff lately. "What's going on?"

"A lot of it is too complicated to get into right now," Jessica said, HI CAPTAIN AMERICA AND KITTY PRYDE, "but the long and short of it is that we had a game changer. The most celebrated hero we have came back after being away for a while and a lot of things are rallying around him. Case in point, he got the President to pardon me and say I wasn't a fugitive anymore."

Aww, Jessica was getting to see Sia about as excited as she ever got. "Good! Congratulations," she smiled.

"Thanks. I mean, things are still about fifty kinds of messed up, but now we have a shot, you know?" Jessica asked. "And now I can actually go home sometime."

"I'm glad to hear it," Sia said genuinely. "It's about time something worked out positively there."

"You're telling me," Jessica said. "Apparently they want me to come back this weekend to help out with a couple things. I don't have too many specifics yet, but I don't think they do, either."

"Hopefully nothing too dangerous?" Sia said. "You deserve an easy trip to go along with good changes." She'd worry anyway.

"Well, the biggest threats are gone," Jessica said. "The guy behind everything in Europe got taken out, the southeast Asia thing has calmed down, and it sounds like people are working on the killer robot problem. I'm guessing I'll be called in to help keep bits of the country from falling apart, defecting, or starting nuclear war."

Yes. Jessica considered those to be lesser problems at this point.

"So they're essentially giving you busy work," she said dryly.

"I'm basically filing expense reports," Jessica said. "With my fists!"

"I'll grant you that it's a much more interesting method than just using paper," Sia replied.

"That would only help if I was fighting someone made out of rocks," Jessica joked.

Sia blinked. "What?"

She'd been here a year and didn't get that joke. Fail, America.

"Nobody's taught you the magic of rock-paper-scissors?" Jessica asked, sounding horrified. "The sweet science of Roshambo?"

"You may as well be speaking another language," she admitted.

"On behalf of this world, I apologize," Jessica said. "It's a game, usually used to settle disputes. Two people play and they choose rock, paper, or scissors. Scissors cut paper, rock crushes scissors, paper covers rock." She did the hand motions for all of that, too. "Don't argue the last point, it's an imperfect system. This is a thing that we know."

"You do realize that doesn't really make sense, right?" Sia checked. "As a whole?"

"And I say it makes all of the sense," Jessica said. "I guess there's really no way to settle who's right and who's wrong. Except for maybe a game of rock-paper-scissors. Hold your fist out, we count to three, and then you show what you're choosing."

You were playing, Sia. Don't fight it. Embrace the stupid game.

Totally looking at her funny, Sia held her fist out.

"One... two... three GO!" Jessica said. And before you knew it, she was playing scissors.

Sia stuck with rock. Because she didn't want to make a funny hand symbol right this second.

Still looking at Jessica funny, by the way.

"I guess you win. It makes no sense, but that's never stopped me from doing something," Jessica said.

"Oh, cake," Emily said as she she left her room and walked into the common room.

She was going to inquire on Jessica's good mood, sure. But first, cake.

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"You're welcome to it. Have some and enjoy!" Jessica said.

[OOC: I'm so sorry. I apparently celebrated actually being home at a regular time by falling asleep for a few hours. Is SP okay?]

And Emily indeed helped herself some of it.

"Someone seems to be having a good day."

[ooc: That's basically the best way to spend your free time ;). SP is awesome.]

"Things have been pretty horrible for a while, so it's good to finally turn a corner and get a big win under my belt," Jessica said.

Emily had no idea of what she was talking about, but hey, happy Jessica was a good Jessica. "I know that feeling; you can only go on with so many frustrating stuff for so long."

"And you can only be a fugitive from justice so long before you start thinking it's because of something you did," Jessica joked. It was a joke because technically, she did escape custody and flee, but the charges were unjust in the first place, dammit!

"Yeah..." Emily smiled, too focused on her cake.

And then she did a double take. "You were a what."

"Oh, you didn't hear?" Jessica asked. "A bunch of things happened in my world, apparently I run around with the wrong crowd, and that was enough to get me arrested on federal charges. It took a few weeks, but those charges ended up not sticking."

Emily just stared, mouth wide open. Seriously, people in Fandom had the ability to make her feel terribly mundane without much effort. "I mean- I knew you were travelling back and forth but you have to admit that your communications skills have been sorely lacking, at least on what's concerning to me," Emily finally said, still sounding somewhat surprised.

"One day you're going to tell me the whole story, I hope you're aware of that."

"I haven't exactly been keeping this a secret. I came back from that trip when we moved to the bouncy castles and probably told way more people than I should have then," Jessica said. "I'm sorry if I didn't seek you out to tell you, but I haven't been in the most social mood the past few weeks."

"Now that you mention it, I haven't been all that here myself. I was expecting to hear from people back in my world, so when I finally did I took a weekend out...just when everyone got older," Emily said, once again feeling relieved not to be around for that.

"But considering you have brought cake, I will forgive you this one time." Very magnanimous of her.

"You're so kind," Jessica said. "So you didn't get to experience the magic and hazy memories of being your future self?"

"Nope, and I'm thankful for that. Can you imagine yourself twenty years from now?" Emily asked.

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