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Having comandeered a booth with a good-sized table, Jean has proceeded to roll out a trio of posterboard-sized sheets of plastic transparancy across it. "Family Tree" has been written across the top of one in black marker.

Her actual family tree in her universe follows below, with the names "Scott" and "Logan" circled beside her name. Logan's features a few question marks inside his circle.

The other sheets get different colours, red marker for one, and green for the other.

On these, she's got the names 'Nathan' and 'Rachel' written, her name, Scott's, a bubble labled 'Clone?' and a plethora of different connecting lines.

She's now attempting different ways of getting things to line up.

Have even the slightest contact with the Summers clan, it seems, and you're in for a headache trying to understand it no matter what reality you're from.

Jean looks determined to try, however.

[OOC: The mun's got to take her kittybeasts to the vet, so I may be unable to continue. Thanks muchly!]

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Prue has been trying to brainstorm on some situations she has been informed of recently so she takes notice when it appears that someone else is trying to work something out. She is even more intrigued when she see's it's a family tree, being rather attached to her own.

"Good Morning."

"Morning,"

Jean offers a sketched (Ahahaha.) salute with the marker in her hand, and motions for Prue to take the empty seat across from her if she'd like.

"Just doing a little mental organizing, don't mind me."

"i can relate." yes bad joke but one that had to be made.

Prue takes the seat and offers her hand, "I'm Prue Halliwell."

"Jean Grey," she offers in turn, giving a handshake brief but firm, and then pointing at the black-lettered layer of transparency. "Er, that one there. Not the other ones."

"Nice to meet you."

"So what are you trying to figure out?" the two mens names and question marksmay give her some ideas but that is what pro and con lists are for, not family trees.

"Basically, just who's related to whom, across various realities," Jean states, pointing out each of the transparencies in turn.

"I know that my own reality is pretty simple. There are no kids, there's just me, my fiancee, and the guy who would be the other man if neither of us had a sense of honour and loyalty. These other ones?"

She shakes her head. "There's clones. And two people in the bar who are a little younger or a little older than me who are the offspring of either my alternate reality self, or a clone of my alternate reality self, but were raised by my alternate reality self, catapulted into the future and the alternate reality."

"Okay that would be why my sisters and I never examineed the whole alternate reality thing more then we absolutely had to." which isn't to say she isn't being forced to with Grahms but still a break is a break, "And why do you need to figure this out?"

Wondering if perhaps she can try and help.

Jean laughs ruefully at that. "Just for something to do, really."

"I'm Bound, you see. So, when I'm not doing my duty as a member of Security, I need to find something to keep my mind occupied with. I'm used to being intellectually busy."

"Ahh well I can certainaly relate to that. I've never been one that could just sit around the house. I always enjoyed working."

"Have you been coming here long?" she gestures to the rest of the bar.

"Well, let's just say that I liked it here so much the first time I showed up that I've never left," Jean quips.

While her eyes read that this is hardly the fun and games she's making it sound, the firmness to her jaw reads that she's not going to trot out angst to ruin a perfectly good morning.

Prue gets it and decides to play nice, "Wonderful. I've been enjoying my stay as well. My sisters patron the bar as well so we get to spend time together."

"That's really awesome. I've got one person from my world here with me," Jean allows, tapping at the black-written 'Logan' and its question marks.

"No matter how welcoming everyone is, or tries to be, it does make a difference, having someone from your world. Someone who gets all the jokes."

"Yeah that is nice." she agrees. "SO what's with the question marks?" she pokes Jean verbally with that sweet smile of hers.

There is a shadow and a quiet qhisper of movement as a Doctor McCoy arrives and a hot chocolate is profferred her way.

"Good morniong, Doctor Grey."

"Good morning, and thank you, Doctor McCoy," Jean greets in turn, offering Hank a solmenly playful handshake in exchange for the hot chocolate.

Despite the sheer levels of cerebral pain inherant in what she's trying to plot out on her transparencies, it seems that someone's in a good mood.

"You'll be pleased to know that the leg's doing just fine, I'm sure."

He smiles back, shaking her hand with a glint in his eye.

"Yes, I am glad to hear it. How is the rest of you doing this day?"

He glances towards the sheets, one eyebrow rising.

"Equally well. No mass outbreaks of doom, at least not where I can hear them, make for a happy telepath." Jean assures, adding a dashed line linking Rachel and Cable together, with Rachel on a seperate transparancy and higher up the line.

"How about you? Oh, and I met another alternate-universe child of mine, although he's technically the child of my alternate universe clone, and looks about ten years older than I do now."

Hence the flow charts.

He smiles.

"Glad to hear it."

He smiles, then blinks. He eyes the charts, then her.

"A child of a clone of an alternate universe you... a man...?"

Then his face lights up and he sits up.

"By all my stars and garters! Cable's here!?"

"Wait... is he from your universe too?"

With a pained look, Jean looks at her work and murmurs that "I'm going to need a bigger sheet."

"Maybe? There is one such person in my universe., Whether or not the one you have talked to is that one.... I cant tell you until i have met him and can run him through a scanner for Vibrational variances."

He eyes the flowcharts.

"If you try to figure that out, you may just be doomed. The Summers bloodlines is something that we threaten to force children to listen to, if they are bad."

He might be joking. Maybe.

"I believe you," Jean groans, regardless, running a hand through her hair to rake it out of her eyes.

"Honestly, the one constant here seems to be that all of these other-dimensional kids are fathered by Scott... although God knows what one of him was doing with a clone of me. That's a little hinky."

She takes a sip of her hot chocolate to recharge her batteries.

He coughs for a moment, then when he regains his composure he is grinning.

"I have nop desire to know if it was kinky or not, but to be fair to our fearless leader, she did not appear as an identical twin or any such. She was created, unbeknownst to any of us at the time, by an old enemy in an effort to create the perfectly evolved being. Apparently, the union between you and Scott, in my world anyway, represented the pincacle of evolutionary genetics."

Hank shakes his head.

"Scott never knew what hit him. By the time any of us knew the truth it was too late and she was dead. The first time. Rachel... I dont know how much you know of her history?"

"Not kinky. Hinky." Jean corrects, grinning slowly. "When something's a little bit off... although I guess you could say it'd be kinky as well, but unless my Scott's very different from your Scott, that's pretty hard to imagine, and I'm living with him."

The rest of the explanation is processed, but the glazed look in Jean's eyes suggests that she'll leave trying to fit it onto a flow chart 'til much later.

Regarding Rachel, she simply shakes her head. "Not much at all."

Hank settles back in his chair, shuddering away from the first paragraph and concentrating on the latter one.

"Ah, well, in my world, she comes from an alternate future. One in which Jean Grey and Scott Summers had her and her only, and one in which a Mutant Registration act led to internment camps and a resistance war that almost wiped out mutants altogether. She came back in time to change things, but learned that she had come crosstime, in addition to backtime. I am not sure how much this Rachel, the one who is here? How much her past differs from that, if at all."

~~Come now, wouldn't James Marsden look pretty in eyeliner and leather?~~ The mun pleads temporary insanity.

Jean nods simply, thanks for the information. "And, given how much she seems to have gone through in only the short time I've been here, it doesn't seem like there are too many chances to sit down with her and talk history and realities."

This mun chokes a great deal at the thought.

He smiles a bit.

"She is one who cannot stand by and watch others hurt, or feel pain. She will ever go out of her way to fight for others and heal them if she can, even at cost to herself. She is a marvelous person and a wonderful friend."

"So in other words," Jean states with a sly smile.

"She's exactly what you'd expect from someone with two X-Men for her parents?"

"She is her Parents' daughter in a lot of ways."

He smiles, his eyes distyant for a mom,ent, then coming back.

"The one in my world and I dont get along all that well, with different ideas and dreams, but the one here and I have become family in many ways."

"I'm glad," Jean states qith a quiet smile, and one hand briefly patting atop Hank's.

"Everyone can use family, especially in a place like Milliways."

He grins.

"Very true. I hope you will find what you need here as well, even if we are a bit more outlandish then you are used to."

He winks.

"Well, so far, so good," Jean assures, smile reaching her eyes this time, before she turns her attention to her flow charts again.

[OOC: I'm going to need to go. Max-mun and I are taking the kittybeasts to the vet.]

Hank nods.

"Well, I will wander off for now. However, if I can be iof any assistance, or, if you would just like tot alk, you are always welcome."

He rises with a bow.

(ooc: wrap/fade is fine, hope it all goes well!)

~~Mun: Jean, omg. Don't. Really, just don't even begin to think about it. ;)~~

Susan's back. And she's brought a box of Ankh-Morpork's finest chocolates with her, which she nudges towards Jean with a shy grin. "For last time..."

"Oooh."

Chocolates slid into her field of view, Jean looks up and over a pair of reading glasses to flash Susan a bright grin. "Truly, no good deed goes unnoticed."

Blowing on the latest bit of inking done to get it to dry more quickly, she reaches over to select a particularly tantalizing chocolate. "Thanks. I think my brain was about ready to break."

Susan smiles back at that, notices the chart. "They're the best from Ankh-Morpork--the biggest city in my homeworld. Why was your brain about to fall apart?"

"Well, I'm trying to calculate my family tree across three separate alternate dimensions," Jean explains with a crooked smile, brief but really not needing to say more than that.

She nibbles at the chocolate, eyes flickering shut in transitory contentment.

She winces sympathetically, nodding. "If it makes you feel any better, my grandfather is the incarnation of Death on my world..."

"That... could make for some interesting conversations at family gatherings," Jean admits, before an ealier comment lights a small bulb above her head. Metaphorically.

"You said Ankh-Morpork, so that would be the Discworld. So your grandfather is the incarnation of Death that TALKS LIKE THIS?"

Somehow, perhaps through the miracles of telepathy, Jean manages to speak in capital letters without shouting. There's an impression anyways.

Susan raises her eyebrows, highly impressed. "That's him. I heard there were other Deaths in the bar, but..."

"I'd say that your grandfather is probably one of the more memorable. Besides the Endless version," Jean admits with a smile. "She's definitely figured out contemporary style."

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