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See? See? Now ya can't send me anywhere, can ya? You've got Mr. Ryan in the one game and... and Jack in the other game, and then there's the torture facility place and, oh, I'm not goin' there anyway!

I dunno whether I should thank ya or be mad. How come I never get to go anywhere? 'course, I don't think I'd like the places you choose, anyway...

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Well you know, you couldn't even get in one of those games.

You'll find somewhere fun to go, don't worry about it. Maybe you should do some looking around. Be proactive about it.

What, 'cause I'm not a guy? Yeah, I guess that kinda is a problem...

[She shrugs.]

I dunno. Is anywhere fun Sounds like most places around here are pretty awful.

Yeah, we've got the wrong parts to be there. Too bad, I bet there's a lot of guys there just dying for a couple of ladies to liven things up.

Guess it depends on what sort of awful you can tolerate. I'm with you on the torture facility though. Oogh, talk about a creepy awful place to be. Really, who does that?

They must get pretty bored in that place without any ladies. Some of 'em, at least. Guess I can figure what the others're up to.

I tolerate awful okay, I guess. Not torture awful, though. That's a limit I ain't crossin' willingly. Say, what's your name?

Oh, I am pretty sure I know what the ones that don't miss ladies are up to. [grins]

Oh, I don't think there's anyone that really wants to get tortured and have horrible awful things happen to them. But it happens sometimes, even to good people.

Oh! I'm Penelope. What's your name, and who does your hair? It's got that great old school retro glamour classiness going and I love it.

You ain't gonna go somewhere to get tortured, are ya? You seem too nice for that.

[She smiles.]

Oh, I'm Jasmine. Jasmine Jolene. And, well, I do my own hair. I can't afford a girl to do it for me all the time.

Me? Oh gosh no. No, she's sending me to be some kind of ah, teacher. Sounds kind of cool really, bunch of kids with super powers, nice mansion, all the tech I can get my greedy little paws on. Wolverine.

[grins]

Really? It looks great, you do a really good job with it, Jasmine.

A teacher? Jeez, you must be really smart if you can teach kids with super powers...

[She waves the compliment aside.]

Everyone does their hair this way. It's nothin' special. 'least, where I'm from, it's not. You look kinda different.

Superpowers doesn't make most of 'em smarter. Just makes 'em more likely to pull super-pranks. But that's okay, since she's giving me powers too. Beat the little hellions at their own games.

Yeah, well that doesn't make your hair not nice you know. [smiles] Thanks. I like being memorable. You know, add a little brightness to the world.

You're gonna have superpowers too? What kind? Jeez, I'm kinda jealous. I don't have anything special.

[ hup hup hup! ]

Grandma!

Grandma? But I'm not...

[A pause, and then a huge smile.]

Why, you must be Jack's little girl!

Daddy Jack's my daddy, Grandma! He rescued me and my sisters!

[ scampers over and hops up and down, wanting to be huggled ]

He's the best.

Well, I'm glad he's such a good daddy. I wouldn't've wanted it any other way.

[She'll provide hugs aplenty, scooping the child up into her arms.]

What's your name, honey?

He drew a picture of you, Grandma. You're really pretty.

[ she squeals with glee at being scooped up, snuggling her face to her grandmother's cheek. ]

Masha! I'm Masha, Grandma.