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Wedenesday Afternoon: Outside J'GOB

After cancelling the class, Jamie mulled over his options of what he wanted to do for the day. Granted, a man who could duplicate himself could do just about anything he wanted. And there were many many things Jamie wanted to do.

But the black skies overhead tended to squash his mood, so he decided the best way to spend the day was with lots of carbs and watching old episodes of Lightning Bug.

As you do.

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Two women (again, mostly just 'woman-shaped things') peered at at the bakery. "What are these things?" one, named Ms. Lilac, asked another, pointing to a display of cupcakes.

The other, whose name was Ms. Aubergine and who who was perhaps hovering a little off the ground, leaned closer. "I do not know. The body is pleased at their color, however."

Jamie cocked an eyebrow at the two women. Especially the one floating off the ground and talking about herself in the third person. Granted he'd seen stranger things and behavior on the island.

"They're called cup-cakes," Jamie explained said slowly. "It's a like a cake but in smaller form. You don't have desserts where you are from?"

"Is he speaking to us?" Ms. Indigo ~~not Aubergine, for I cannot read and Mr. Aubergine is a man~~ wondered, glancing at Jamie and then back at Ms. Lilac. "Why is he telling us about this? Did we ask him?"

Ms Lilac slanted a look at Jamie. "Are you the expert on these 'cup-cakes'? Is it your job to inform all who ask?"

"Whoa! Hey, I'm just trying to be helpful," Jamie said holding up his hands. "Not many people in the world have questions about dessert. Just thought I'd help. Are you two new in town?"

"Why is he making that motion with his hands?" Ms. Lilac asked Ms. Indigo. "What is that motion?"

Ms. Indigo held up her hands similarly. "It produces no new effect for the body. I do not understand."

Jamie let his arms fall to his side and cocked an eyebrow at the women. "It's called a gesture," he said slowly. "And if you do it enough you'll actually hover off the ground."

...

"Not that you need any help with that."

"Why does his eyebrow make that movement?" Ms. Indigo asked, peering closer at Jamie. Personal space was for actual people.

"Um. Are you asking me?" Jamie asked as he took a step back because, yes, he was an actual person. "It's probably doing that because you two are confusing as hell. Are you sure you two wouldn't like to try a cupcake?"

"What would we try it for?" Ms. Lilac wondered. "Are cupcake trials common?"

Jamie paused for a second or two. Either these two were really that strange or they were just messing with his head.

Two could play at that game.

"Yes," Jamie said with a solemn nod. "Trial cupcakes are completely common. Happens everyday at noon. The cupcake siren goes off and we all have to have a cupcake. It's the law."

The two women looked to one another. They did like legality. "Have a cupcake do what?" Ms. Indigo asked, frowning.

"Smash it on top of your head," Jamie replied quickly and with all earnestness that he could muster. "Would you like to join me in the daily ritual of cupcake smashing?"

"What a curious thing he is," the one woman said to the other. "He makes the head feel strangely."

Ms. Lilac peered at him, then reached out to touch his arm. Such annoyances like Jamie Madrox were never meant to exist.

"Well if your head feels strange then you should-"

And whatever was going to come our of Jamie's mouth next will probably not be known because he's no longer there.

The idiot.

Town wasn't precisely Bo's territory when it came to security (hi, Anakin), but the radio report had said one of the students disappeared here, and they were.

Not that she was expecting this Myria woman and her "foreign" friends (whatever that meant; who here wasn't foreign in some way) to still be hanging around, but she could certainly ask the staff what they'd seen and who to be on the lookout for.

Orrrrr... she could stand in the doorway and stare at the abandoned bag of pastries scattered across the sidewalk. "Buh?"

"Why does she make that sound with her mouth?" Ms. Lilac asked Ms. Indigo. They'd been examining the pastries themselves, from a distance, because they could not understand why someone would put them on the sidewalk that way.

Humans do funny things when they're being zapped out of existence. Not that Bo knew that; all she knew was that somebody had wasted some perfectly good cupcakes.

And that somebody else was being just a tiny bit rude. "You could ask her yourself; she's not deaf. Just confused." Also alert, because she hadn't seen these faces before, but they could be alumni, Bo supposed.

"Is she speaking to us?" wondered Ms. Indigo. She turned her attention to Bo, adding, "Who is confused?"

Strange alumni, if so. Pretty, but ...flat. Like if Abercrombie & Fitch models weren't computer-generated and actually existed in real life.

"More than one of us, it sounds like. Yes, I'm speaking to you. Did you see what happened here?" Bo gestured at the fallen cupcakes.

"Those are cupcakes," Ms. Lilac said, helpfully, as she had learned. "The reason for them being on there is unknown."

Well. They knew. They just hadn't figured out gravity, exactly, or why Jamie hadn't taken them with him.

Bo spent about five seconds trying to decide if she was being mocked, and two more wondering if she deserved to be. "Tell me something I don't know. You didn't see--"

Oh, for God's sake, why was she standing here talking about cupcakes when she ought to be asking about vanishing students? ...Wait. "You didn't see anybody drop them and run off? Or maybe just... disappear?"

"He was illogical," Ms. Indigo said simply. "The body felt pain at his nonsense."

That was a way to put it.

A strange way. One might even say foreign. If one were a succubus who was starting to get the feeling she did deserve to be mocked.

"What do you mean? You did see something!"

Bo took a step closer to the nearer woman, trying to get a feel for...anything, really. Anyone who hadn't just stepped off the pages of a magazine would give off some sort of chi reading.

"We see many things with these eyes," Ms. Lilac noted, then sniffed. Even if they were inferior.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The woman might as well have been made of paper; there was no sexual energy in her at all.

Bo's eyes, inferior or not, narrowed, and she took a step back more out of instinct than thought, a predator's inborn ability to recognize something that wouldn't ever be prey.

"What did you see?" By which she was pretty sure she meant what did you do, but plausible deniability for the win. For the moment.

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"We saw him as he was removed," Ms. Indigo replied primly. "It's much better now. There is more reason without him."

Ms. Lilac was now peeking into the bakery, curiously. There seemed to be a great deal of nonsense in there, too.

Removed.

Because that wasn't a chilling word after the last few weeks. Not just disappeared, either, that word that most of them had been helplessly using to describe a phenomenon they couldn't explain. Removed.

"Who or what removed him?"

"He was disturbing," Ms. Lilac answered, raising her eyebrows though she did not tell her body to do so. "His nonsense needed to be stopped. I removed the problem."

Ms. Indigo was now moving toward the bakery, too. Goodbyes were for other people. They were no longer interested in speaking to this person, though. Not that they much understood the concept of annoyance, but that was what they felt.

Foreign friends. She followed, one step, two steps. "You can't just--"

Bo, for the love of Pete, have a little self-preservation. Of course they can. They've been removing universes.

"What are you?"

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