Shenanigans of the mutant variety

Look, if one is to go clubbing in New York City with people as sexy as the XMen, they gotta step up their game. So, Jubilee is dressed in what she considers tasteful clothing with her bolero jacket and heels that make her feet scream for days after she's danced in them, and she'd gone out clubbing. At Scott's insistence, she had taken a teammate along. Kurt is always up for some shenanigans. Especially shenanigans that mean he gets to go out and charm the ladies.

Jubilee loves going clubbing with Kurt. Especially at the end of the night when she's tired, worn out, and ready to collapse, he's a convenient way home. Plus? Kurt is hot and flaunts it very, very well.

"So, that guy was a total jerk and tried to stuff his number down my dress." She complains to Kurt as they step outside into the drizzling air of the city. She links arms with Kurt as they head away from the club. She leans her head against his shoulder. "Are we doing food or going straight back?" She asks this as they step into an alley and Kurt teleports them away.

She coughs a bit and then looks around. This is not the mansion, and not their favorite Denny's either. "Kurt... what happened?"

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Kurt loved playing "chaperone" on these sorts of outings. It was his job to make sure that if things got hairy, he got everyone out of there with minimal casualties. Jubilee could be problematic, but she had grown a lot since joining the X-Men. It doesn't mean that he doesn't keep a careful eye on her in the club, but it also means Kurt allows himself to have some fun.

And also casually trips a man who's aiming to grab Jubilee's ass. As for that guy who tried to stuff the number down her dress? He had fallen into a stack of dirty glasses somehow.

"Men are pigs, I am afraid." Kurt says to his friend as they loop arms, a smile on his lips as she leans her head against him. "And of course we are getting food--"

The second he begins the 'port, Kurt knows something is wrong. Very wrong. For a brief second he struggles, almost manages, to complete the jump properly-- but then it was like a rubber band snapping, whiplashing into him hard enough to knock him to his knees as they arrive God knows where. His vision is filled with spots, air is struggling to enter his lungs, and he feels like he just tried to 'port over several hundred miles rather than just a couple. In short? He feels like he's almost died.

...Wait. What about... He tries to look up at Jubilee, but he's literally curled into a ball on the floor, too weak to move. To protect her. What is happening?!

Something was wrong. Not only were they not in one of two places, but Kurt was on the ground, hurt. She crouched by his side, double checking him over. It looked like a strained 'port - Kitty had told her about them. This was not good.

Digging in his pocket - since he had pockets - she grabbed his phone. It wasn't working. How could a phone collaborated on by Forge and Tony Stark not work?

"Shit." Because that's helpful. She looks around and spies a copse of trees. That's better than being out in the open. She kicks off her shoes, and loops them over na arm. "Kurt, can you hear me? We can't stay out in the open." She grabs his arm and drapes it over her shoulders. She's helped the Professor once. Can't be all bad, can it? "C'mon, Fuzzy. Ya gotta help me a little."

"...Mmm..." Kurt manages to reply, if that can even be called a reply. He does his best to get his feet under him, but it feels like he's been repeatedly run over by a steamroller. He hasn't felt a 'port strain this bad since his days in Excalibur... He leans against Jubilee heavily, unable to even support his own weight. This wasn't good. "...'rry..." He can't even apologize correctly...

She kneels down, stopping what she's doing. Yanking on him won't do him any good, and it'll just hurt him worse. She brushes his hair back, staring at the phone. Alright, her feet are starting to hurt, her legs are dirty from kneeling in the dirt next to him.

This is when being a telepath would come in handy. Then, she could just ping someone's brain to let them know something was wrong.

... But no. She blows things up.

Alright, despair is not her thing. Getting to her feet, she looks around, making sure there's no crowd gathering to stone either one of them.

"Take it easy, Fuzzy. I'm going to stay right here until you can move, okay?" She says, gently.

Erik is walking down the street with his hat pulled low, avoiding the gaze of the passing crowd... but something fails to avoid his gaze. A scantily clad woman is crouched by a blue... something at the mouth of an alley. He slows his pace and pauses and steps up to them.

"....What's going on here?"

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