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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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"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.

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