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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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"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!)

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