8872/The New Girl

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The New Girl
Date of Scene: 29 November 2021
Location: Dormitory 04 - The Midnight Mission
Synopsis: Mr. Knight, Jubilee, and Jon try to get information out of the girl the Heliopolitans rescued from the vampires at Allen Creek Shelter--and get more than they bargained for.
Cast of Characters: Marc Spector, Jubilation Lee, Jonathan Sims




Marc Spector has posed:
    Getting the girl to the Midnight Mission that evening had not been terribly difficult and setting her up in one of the dorms beneath the complex was equally as easy. The next day has seen Mr. Knight making sure that her daily needs were seen to. Good food prepared in the kitchen, and allowing her to use the television in the way that Jubilee had instructed her the previous night. But as night closed in the girl was clearly uncertain and somewhat aloof and her attitude with Mr. Knight had been less than open.

    So, touching on the rapport that the vampiress had established the night before, he calls Jubilee to attempt to be something or a mediator between them. Likewise, he calls Jonathan Sims. As the one actually trained medical doctor, he wanted to make sure that the girl was physically healthy. After all, who knows where those fiends had been keeping her besides the blood and viscera infested sub-basement of the shelter.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilation didn't go back to school after the evening's deeds and instead hung around in the room that had been offered to her in the sub-levels of the Midnight Mission. Some sleep -- if it could even be called that -- happened, but the alarms from Jubilee's smart phone woke her long before sundown. While the sun might be high in the sky, it poses no danger to her down in the sub levels of the Midnight Mission.

    Jubilation lingers just outside of Agnes' room, leaning gently against her closed door. She tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and opens her mouth wide, giving anyone down there a good look at her fangs as she yawns pointlessly. No air is exchanged between her lungs and the environment, but it's just one of those weird little affectations of life she hasn't managed to shake yet.

    Jubilation blinks her eyes. "Weird," she mutters, realizing how pointlessly stupid that yawn was. She shrugs her shoulders and knocks on the door. "Agnes?" Jubilee announces, pressing her ear to the door. "It's Jubilation."

    Jubilation's only visible clothing is an over-sized pink hoodie from the GAP that goes down past her hips, creating the impression that she's not wearing anything else. Well, except for giant slippers that are meant to look like Minnie Mouse's yellow shoes. Her hair is... wild. Bed head is no comparison to coffin head.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Agnes' one request is a pair of gloves. When asked what type, she says, calmly, "It doesn't matter, really. I just need gloves." She refuses to touch anything until she receives them, and even then seems to avoid doing so. She has the perfect manners of an English schoolgirl from some bygone time, sitting primly with her hands folded neatly in her lap, eating politely, speaking politely. She refuses to offer a last name, nor say where she came from nor why she was in the vampire lair. She seems wary of the adults; Jubilee and Phoebe are the only ones she'll potentially say much to, at least for now.

    There's a faint whiff of smoke from beneath the door, enough for Jubilee to detect. Then movement, and Agnes opens the door. She slept, but that was hours ago; now she's dressed in the clothing they found her in again. She blinks at Jubilee, taking in slippers and bed head. Smiles shyly. "Hello! You didn't have to come straight from bed to check on me. I'm just fine."

Marc Spector has posed:
    Mr. Knight is nearby in a chair reading a leatherbound volume of some sort. He is still wearing the mask and suit as always but there is a cup of hot liquid nearby, tea by the scent of it. The mask he wears is rolled up enough to allow him to sip from the mug occasionally, revealing light olive tinted skin and a strong jawline with hints of a peppered five o'clock shadow along it and a small scar from a nick of a blade at his chin.

    He smiles at the pair as he watches them talk. "Good to see you are taking advantage of the offer given to you, Ms. Jubilation" he says, pulling a blue strip of ribbon from the book's binding and closing it shut. "I am glad you are here to help ease any amount of discomfort that Ms. Agnes has while staying." If her disheveled appearance bothers him, he doesn't show it, instead taking another sip from his tea.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "Oh, this is just how I look," Jubilee teases, shrugging one shoulder up towards her ear. "Cute, right?" That's her answer to Agnes and her basic politeness. There's no reason to let the girl think she sleeps all day, normally. She's even doing her best to be less obvious about those fangs in her mouth. How nice!

    Mr. Knight's appreciation of her presence gets a little up-nod, even a small closed-mouth smile, before Jubilee tilts her head back towards Agnes. "So, Mr. Knight's out here -- wants to talk to you. I thought I'd hang out, like, so if anyone sees you two together, we can just say he caught us smoking or something," she says to the other girl, her voice lowering into a conspiratorial whisper. Her eyes lift to stare at Agnes, giving the girl an unobstructed view of her eyes. They seem to be so captivating, so full of life, so...compelling, don't they?

    "You'll come out of there to talk, won't you?" Jubilee suggests softly, both eyebrows rising as she continues to stare. Jubilee is careful not to go in.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Agnes blinks rapidly at Jubilee, frowning and shaking her head, as if something about the stare bothers her. "Smoking? I... wasn't..." She shakes her head again, looking a little baffled, then swallows. Eyes Mr. Knight, and then comes on out of the bedroom. She stands with her gloved hands clasped behind her back, so Mr. Knight at least can't see the nervous fidgeting. "What... what did you want to talk about?" Success for Jubilee's vampire stare!

Marc Spector has posed:
    Mr. Knight sets the tea aside and gestures for the girl to have a seat. After she takes a seat on the couch he begins. "How you are settling in, mostly?" he asks, the way he almost over forms words makes it clear that there are affectations to his natural voice that he is making an effort to hide. "What you are feeling? And... what you would like me to do? You've been rather keen on avoiding any identifiers of your family... and so it puts me in the predicament as your temporary guardian." He tilts his head a bit, examing the girl.

    "You either don't want your guardian--or guardians--to know where you are which leads me to believe that you are on the run from them as much as you are from your recent captors, yes?" His mouth quirks up a bit at one side almost in leui of his eyebrow doing the very same thing. "And that is another question, that I wonder if you have the answer to. Why were the vampires so keen on keeping *you* as opposed to other captors? Does it perhaps have something to do with your... more volitale abilities?" he asks.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "Oh, relax..." Jubilee replies casually. "Mr. Knight's cool. Well, not 'cool' but, like, he's nice." Jubilation reaches up and rakes her fingers through her hair. She leans back and gives herself a nice, long stretch. "He let me have a room down here, too." She leaves the 'why' out of it for now.

    As Knight begins his questioning, Jubilation zeroes in on one of the lines on the floor that separates a row of tile. She starts to slowly balance herself on the line, each foot going in front of the next as though she's pretending she's on a tight rope. After going ten feet or so, Jubilee sticks her leg straight out and spins around so she can start coming back the other way.

    Once Mr. Knight mentions Agnes' abilities, Jubilee stops and looks upward, as though doing so might make her brain work better. "...Are you a mutant?" she blurts out.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Agnes looks at Mr. Knight while he speaks, but she's distracted watching Jubilee's gymnastics display. And it's Jubilee's question she answers. "While I /do/ carry metagenes through my mother, I do /not/ have the X-gene, and so technically I am not a mutant." She says this like she's reciting for school or something. Maybe it's just how she is. "My abilities are more akin to magic, rather than anything physiological." She holds out one gloved hand and concentrates for a moment, and then a bright flame appears above the glove, hovering in mid-air. "It's harder to do with the gloves on, and not damage them. I went through several pairs before I figured out how."

    She did not, one might note, answer /any/ of the other questions.

    There's a knock on the door and then Jon comes in, carrying a large medical kit from the ready room. He blinks at the fire produced above the girl's palm, and clears his throat. "Ah. This must be Agnes, then." He offers the girl a smile. "I'm Doctor Jonathan Sims." Swallows back 'the Archivist.' "Mr. Knight wanted me to look you over, make sure you're healthy." He glances over at Jubilee for a moment. "Hello, Jubilation."

Marc Spector has posed:
    Mr. Knight *did* take note that girl didn't answer any of his questions. He watches the fire above her hand for a moment before Jon enters. "Ah... Dr. Sims. Thank you for coming" he says, rising and pulling the mask back down over his jawline.

    He takes stock of the girl and then reiterates. "Dr. Sims is simply going to give you a check up if that is alright with you. To ensure that you didn't contract any... infections or wounds that we may have missed during your time of captivity." He moves near to Jon and whispers something in a low tone. Jubilee's enhanced hearing would pick up, "I will need a sample of her blood for testing purposes. They wanted her for something and she isn't being forthcoming. Perhaps other avenues can figure it out when dialogue cannot."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    When the girl explains that she's not, in fact, a mutant, Jubilee's enthusiasm wanes slightly. "Oh," she replies simply, quietly, and then goes back to balancing her way up and down the hall, never deviating from that line that separates the tiles. Both arms go out at her sides, but it's really just for show. She doesn't need them to balance.

    "Hello, Jonathan," Jubilee replies to Jon, gently mocking his prim and proper tone, even standing up a little straighter while saying it. She glances over at Agnes and grins a little. The whispers about taking some of the girl's blood draws Jubilation's attention, causing her smile to fade a little, but it's only for a moment. Instead of wallowing in that detail, Jubilee leaps forward and lands on one foot. Her other one is brought up and back behind her head. She holds that pose.

    "So, fire magic. That's pretty cool!"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon frowns briefly at Mr. Knight, but nods slowly. "If she agrees to it," he whispers back. "Legally speaking we can't do /any/ of this, you know, not without an advocate. Or is that why..." He glances to Jubilee, and then rolls his eyes at her attitude. It's a friendly sort of eyeroll, though. Then he goes over to Agnes. "Mind if I take a look? Check your pulse, temperature, things like that."

    Agnes is eyeing Jon and the medical kit. She looks wary, but finally nods slowly. Then, to Jubilee, "Not fire magic," she states, "not technically. Magic is an application of will to change reality. I don't /will/ the fire into being... it just... /is/." She smiles at Jubilee, then. "It is... 'cool' though. What about you, are you a mutant?" Could be deflection, or could be polite curiosity.

    Something in all of that makes Jon blink at her as he pulls out one of those forehead thermometers. Then he shakes himself and goes about the check-up.

Marc Spector has posed:
    Mr. Knight moves to the kitchenette and watches from a distance. He knows the girl and him aren't going to get far in dialogue, his own lack of opening up is only causing her to close in around herself with regards to him. But perhaps in watching Jubilee or Jon, he might have a better ability to talk with her as Moon Knight or...

    He shakes his head. No. Two people knowing what he looks like under the mask is too many already. Allowing a girl to see that part of him would only compicate her life further than it already is. Perhaps, Moon Knight will have an easier time of it, when the time is right and he is sure the girl is not a threat in disguise.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
     "Why do you say that?" Jubilee wonders, tilting her head towards Agnes again. It's a total dodge of the mutant question. Jubilation isn't ashamed of being a mutant and would have normally just said 'yes' but... is she a mutant still? She bends forward, still on one foot with her other one behind her head. She reaches up with both hands and pulls at her ankle, deepening the stretch. It's the type of flexibility only afforded to two types of girls: gymnasts and... others.

    "'Magic is an application of will to change reality...'" Jubilee repeats, frowning. She holds her pose and thinks on that. "You sound like that guy -- Banister Frolly, I think his name is." Jubilation turns her head towards Jonathan and flashes him a proud grin, as though the Archivist might approve of her reading up on Thelemites in her idle time. Nevermind that she was totally wrong about the name.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon, who's in the middle of checking Agnes' ears, peers over at Jubilee. "Do you mean /Aleister Crowley/?" He shakes his head. "I suppose I should appreciate that you have any clue who he is at all." He looks down at Agnes' hands. "Could you take off your gloves to--"

    "No." The girl pulls her hands away, swiftly.

    "But I need to check your--"

    "/No/!" Agnes says it quite vehemently, glaring at Jon.

    He puts up his hands, says in a placating tone, "Alright, alright. Mind if I check your pulse at your neck, then?"

    Agnes narrows her eyes at him, then goes ahead and bares her neck so the psychiatrist can check her pulse. Which has been a little rapid; she might be scared, just generally. To Jubilee she says, "It's the truth, is all. My father's been teaching me the fundamentals; he says I'm going to start learning proper magic finally this year. Are you a /gymnast/ then? That's really impressive, what you're doing. Better than the Royal Ballet."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "No, no, Banister Frolly," Jubilee answers back. She shakes her head at Jonathan, so sure of herself. "He's this British guy who threw, from what I've heard, really cool parties." Jubilee's eyes flicker over to Agnes and her smile returns. "Oh, yeah, I was. I was training on the US Olympics team before my parents..." She stands normally and puts a finger-gun up to her temple. Suddenly, she jerks her head to the side and imitates the sound of a gun going off.

    With that bit of her life story settled, Jubilation rolls her head around and then walks back towards Agnes and Jonathan. She slows as the girl bares her neck, forcing her pulse to get even louder and more distracting. Jubilation stares at her neck. Thump thump. thump thump. She shakes her head rapidly, causing that coffin-head to get even more chaotic.

    "Agnes..." Jubilee sing-songs. She squats down next to the girl and tilts her head so her eyes are in full view. This time, she's trying. "...You really can trust him..." Her eyes seem to twinkle, seem to have all of life's answers just buried in those baby browns. It's as though the solution to all of life's little problems can be found in the dark infinity of her irises. Jubilee smiles easily and keeps the stare going.

    "I want you to let him do whatever doctor stuff he wants, okay... And then I'll bring you to get ice cream...." Her voice is strangely melodic, compelling, and downright hypnotic. Wouldn't it just feel so good to do what she says? Wouldn't it just be so /amazing/ to please Jubilation right now?

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon gives Jubilee a /look/. "Jubilation!" he hisses. Evidently he disapproves of using vampire glamour on the girl they rescued from, well, vampires.

    Agnes, for her part, looks confused again. It doesn't work on her /quite/ as easily as it should, but finally she relents, pulls off her gloves, even. "Alright," she says in a soft tone, eyes going a little glazed. "Ice cream sounds lovely. Do you have rum raisin over here?"

    Jon huffs out a breath, then mutters, "Thank you, Jubilee." He finishes the exam and then goes to grab a couple vials for blood draw. Eyes Jubilee a moment, then shrugs and goes about the business of drawing blood from the girl's arm. It's not as if it goes gushing out or anything, and he moves swiftly to get two vials. When he's done, he pats Agnes' hand gently. "Alright," he says. "All done."

    Agnes blinks at him, and says, "London called, but you wish they hadn't. The Tower Bridge is falling down, falling down, all the ravens fleeing the nest, and here you are dealing with vampires and wayward girls and wayward girls who /are/ vampires. It's enough to drive a man mad, as if you weren't already, down in the tank for hours like--"

    She stops, and blinks, and pulls her hands away. Her face flushes darker. "Sorry," she whispers. "Sorry. I... I'm sorry." She scrambles to put her gloves back on.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "What!" Jubilee fires back at Jon. It's enough to communicate her indignation, but that's it. When the thank-you comes, Jubilee's face practically says it all: 'I knew you'd come around.'

    Jubilation's face sours immediately. "Rum raisin?!" she repeats, breaking the trance she's been brewing. The corners of her mouth are raised, broadcasting her disgust. "...I mean... I hope not." Never mind the fact that /all/ ice cream is revolting to her now, but rum raisin is probably a special one, isn't it?

    Jubilee reaches up and rakes her fingers through the rats nest that is her hair again and steps away to give Jon some room to work. "If you're wondering, /Jonathan/, I've never done it to you," she mutters as she moves away.

    When Agnes starts spilling what could very well be Jonathan's most private thoughts, Jubilee turns and stares. Stares. STARES. Her eyes dart between Jonathan and Agnes, not sure which she should be looking at. Finally, her gaze lingers on Mr. Knight.

Marc Spector has posed:
    Mr. Knight leans back a bit at the divulgence of Jon's thoughts. "Psychometry?" he asks. "I thought that only worked on inanimate objects... not living people..." He doesn't sound afraid, more curious. "Jon. Are you alright?" he asks the doctor. Jon's business outside of the Heliopolitans was none of his business after all, so the talk of Ravens and London falling and everthing was easily swept aside.

    He eyes the girl thoughtfully. "Another application of will or is that something you cannot control?" he asks. "Hence the gloves..." The second is more an answer to the first from himself than a further question. He moves to the side of the kitchen and frowns, the expression tugging on the corners of his mask at the mouth area. "That must be a terrible burden to carry, child. You have my sympathies."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon stares at Agnes in shock. Then he /stares/, as hard as Jubilee was, eyes narrowing as he peers at the girl. Agnes shrinks back a bit under that gaze, crossing her arms over her chest and tucking her now-gloved hands away at her sides, firmly.

    "I can't control it," she says softly. "Father says it's part of why I'm special. I don't like it. I don't like... /seeing/ things, like that." She glowers at Jon and then Mr. Knight, then turns to Jubilee. "Is there really ice cream? It doesn't have to be rum raisin." It's almost plaintive; she wants to move on, clearly.

    Jon pinches at the bridge of his nose, rubs his eyes, then pulls away to stand. "Psychometry can and does work on living beings. Technically much of my own power to take statements is a form of psychometry." A pause. "I'm fine... just surprised, is all." He looks to Jubilee and then Agnes, then says, "Will you excuse me? I need to talk to Mr. Knight."

    Then, without further ado, he walks over to the kitchenette to confer with the masked man.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilation nods her head a little as Agnes reveals that she has this power she can't control. One side of her mouth curls upward into a gentle smile. "Yeah, I know a lot of kids like that," she says softly, re-approaching to take the spot Jon is leaving behind. "My girlfriend has powers she can't control. She has to wear these big metal gauntlets to keep from frying people all the time. She /hates/ them."

    Jubilation leans her back against the nearest wall and lowers her brow. "Of course there's really ice cream," she replies. "This is New York City! Nothing closes." Suddenly, an idea! "Oh! We could head to the Village and get you that rolled ice cream. It was crazy good! /Is/... Is crazy good!"

    "So, why were you down there?" Jubilee mutters, sliding closer to Agnes, her tone taking on conspiratorial notes, as though the question itself is being asked in secret.

Marc Spector has posed:
    "Jubilation," Mr. Knight says, his tone carrying that authoritative firmness that most young people despise, "while perhaps, in time, I will be more willing for the girl to leave, one day removed from her rescue from the clutches of a coven of vampires is not that time." He glances a the girl again and looks back at the vampiress. "I will make sure to pick up Rum Raisin ice cream when I next go to the grocer."

    As the Archivist approaches him, he moves a bit further into the kitchen to give both pairs more privacy in their dialogues. "So... initial thoughts?" he asks in a hushed tone, one that Jubilee is likely to pick up but the girl will likely not.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon sighs and folds his arms across his chest, tucking his hands into his sides, to tug his cardigan closer around him. "She's malnourished," he whispers. "Probably the vampires; it doesn't seem chronic. I didn't even really like the idea of taking blood, but I don't know how else we'll figure out who she is. Healthy enough otherwise. She's /terrified/, but I don't think of us, really. I think she just doesn't trust adults. There's something..." He frowns. "I keep feeling like I know her from somewhere, but I can't... /quite/ put my finger on it. And you know me, I /should/ be able to put my finger on it. I'd suspect interference but there's no sign of a spell that I can see."

    He sighs and glances over to where Agnes and Jubilee sit. "Given what she's said, and what you've told me, combined with her attitude... I'm going to guess that her family is or was involved in a cult of some sort, probably mystical. There are... several of those in England." There's something uncomfortable in his tone. He's never told Moon Knight much about his own life there; how would he even know?

    Agnes watches Jon walk away with a slight frown, then whispers to Jubilee, "I'm not certain, really. My father asked them to protect me, in exchange for my blood. They needed it for a spell, I think." She hesitates, frowns, then looks to Jubilee with /very/ wide eyes. "Can... /can/ you help me get out of here? It's not... I appreciate everything! But if the vampires come here looking for me, it'll be bad, and if my father comes..." She swallows, and looks away.

    "He shot a woman, a couple of months ago," she says softly. "That's when all this started."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "/Fine/...." Jubilee drones at Mr. Knight, rolling her eyes backwards in a demonstrative show of attitude. It's all for show, though. Anything to paint the picture that she's a teenager pressed under the thumb of oppressive adults, just like Agnes is. Back to the conspiring.

    "Agnes..." Jubilee's voice almost sounds like a whine. She frowns. "I'm calling you Aggie," she decides. As far as names go, Agnes isn't great. Still, she keeps her voice low to continue the impression that she's not allied with the Olds. Then again, is she?

    "Listen," Jubilee whispers. "Coming here would be the stupidest thing they could do. I don't know if you saw but, like, killing vampires is my /thing/..." She falls silent for a moment, considering what she just said. It is her thing. Should it be?

    "So, look, it's safer in here than out there, but... " She falls silent again. Is it really up to her? Should she be helping the Heliopolitans keep this girl here against her will? /Is/ it safer here? "...You know how, like, adults don't tell you everything that's going on?" Jubilee whispers, side-eye glancing back at Agnes. She doesn't address the girl's plea to get out of the Midnight Mission. "...They always think they know better, right? /These/ guys... They /do/ know better..." The vampiress turns a little so she's facing Agnes fully. "...They do. I promise."

    "Who did your dad shoot?" she whispers, glancing over at Jon and Mr. Knight again, as though doing so might continue the ruse that they're getting away with something by having this conversation.

Marc Spector has posed:
    Mr. Knight frowns at Jon. "That's... twice now..." he says. "Can't be coincidence. Tara said the same thing... interference." He shakes his head. "I want to have Morrigan take a look at her. Not that I doubt your and Tara's skill... but a third mystic's opinion might be the thing to pierce through whatever obfuscation his covering this child."

    The doctor's mention of cults is surprising but the mask hides Mr. Knight's intrigue. "You think they may have *given* this girl to the vampires?" he asks, unaware that the information the two men are leading themselves to is the exact same as the girl is giving to the vampiress she is... possibly befriending.

    There is a hardness and anger in Mr. Knight's voice and the shift to Moon Knight's tone is quite audible. "Unforgiveable. All the more reason to find their identity and... remove them." He glances at the girl speaking with Jubilee and seems to take a breath a collect himself his voice returning to normal. "That poses a dilema then... what to do with the girl? I do not think... given her abilities, the system would treat her well."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon shakes his head. "I don't know," he whispers, sounding irritated. "Are we just going to... what, adopt her? Keep her down here until she's 18? If her father has magic ability, he'll be able to track her sooner or later, and he'll have every legal authority to do so." Another shake of the head, and, "We're /not/ putting her in the system. That's terrible even for an entirely /normal/ child. We just... we have to figure out who her family even /is/." He runs a hand through his hair. "Augh! It's like an itch I can't scratch, it's /right/ there..."

    Agnes glances over at the adults again and then back to Jubilee. "I don't know her name. Some old woman, she wanted to hurt me. A lot of people... I'm special. Because of the fire, and..." She lifts her hands and nods to Jon. Whatever it is that let her pull out his thoughts. "If he finds out I'm here, he'll come for me, and he'll kill anyone who gets in his way. He's said so. That he'll kill anyone who tries to take me away." She doesn't sound comforted by that. She sounds worried. "Do... do you really think they can handle that?"

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "Yes," is Jubilee's answer. Simple. Direct. To the point. "They've faced worse." Her eyes briefly glance over at Jon and Mr. Knight before returning to the scared girl. "Aggie..." Jubilee begins, her voice softening again. This is no vampire charm anymore. The manipulation of pretending to be on her side in some imaginary disagreement with Knight and Jon... that's over. Jubilation can't help but feel something from this girl's story, her fear.

    "Who's your father?" she asks. The question is shoved forward effortlessly by Jubilation's Dark Passenger -- the primal being deep within her, constantly scheming for full control. Her Dark Passenger is invested. Who is this girl's father? He needs to be handled.

Marc Spector has posed:
    Mr. Knight narrows his eyes. "Then we are in agreement on at least that much..." he says. "If something is on her that is hiding her identity from even your prying eyes then it's either got to come from her... or from another mind. If you, Morrigan, and Tara all fail then I have means that could possibly determine her identity through mundane measures... slower, but reliable. Hence my need for a sample of her blood."

    He glances over at the pair of girls and notices the shift in Jubilee's demeanor. He can see when an act is dropped (he does it enough himself) and he sees the woman shift from "playfully ignorant bloodsucker who kills other bloodsuckers" to "determined hero aflicted with a curse she is using for her own ends." He approves.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "Assuming the spell doesn't affect that, too," Jon mutters. But he unfolds his arms and offers out the vials of blood. "One for testing to be certain she's healthy, the other for DNA tests or magical tracking or... whatever it is we need to do." He sighs. "And here I was hoping to leave the vampire business to you lot for now." He does look... frazzled.

    Agnes frowns, and chews on her lip for a moment. Then she lowers her voice even more, and says, "Elias Bouchard. He's an antiquities dealer, and..." She twists her skirt in her hands, lowers her voice so much it'd be hard for Jubilee to catch if not for her vampiric hearing, "...and High Priest of the Eye of Ra." Her heartbeat's sped up rapidly, like she's terrified just to say it aloud.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "Elias Bouchard, huh?" Jubilee repeats quietly.

    If there's some reason to be afraid, Jubilation is either super brave or just plainly doesn't recognize it. The name Elias Bouchard means as much to her as Eye of Ra does... nothing. Or maybe he's an accountant and Agnes doesn't understand that it's an I.R.A. and not an 'I. RA'? Either way, Jubilation stares with a blank look on her face. It's a win -- getting a name, at least.

    "Aggie, here's the deal..." Jubilation begins, still keeping her voice as soft and as gentle as one can. "...Knight is going to tell you that you have to stay here, if you haven't, like, worked that out on your own. I know this is, like, super-duper weird and all, but... you can trust him. You can trust me." Her eyes lift to look over at Mr. Knight and Jonathan.

    "I'll come by and we can hang and watch movies or whatever you want," Jubilation adds, tilting her head to the side. "I'll do your hair and your makeup, like, a sleepover. And we'll stay up all night and laugh when they tell us to 'turn off that damn music'..." Her smile reappears, only briefly, before it fades again.

    "Look..." Jubilee adds mournfully. "I don't really think you've got a choice. Might as well make the most of it..." She stares at Jon and Mr. Knight, briefly hating each of them.

Marc Spector has posed:
    Mr. Knight nods at Jubilee as she glances at him and he can recognize the dislike in her look. An acceptable consequence for the girl's safety. He's got a name, but it doesn't mean anything just yet. It's something he can look into though: Elias Bouchard.

    He takes the vials for Jon and turns his attention back to the doctor. "Thank you." He sighs. "You're a busy man, Dr. sims, aren't you? Ravens in London sounds rather dire... I appreciate you coming here despite your plate being rather full. I will see what I can find and I will call you again only if completely necessary."

    He adds. "You saw the board in the Ready Room?" he asks. "They're watching us all... you should watch yourself... despite the 'DO NOT ENGAGE' associated with their assessment of you... nothing says that more militant minded of their kind won't come for you." He straightens and looks up. "Which reminds me..." he says, his voice rising a bit.

    "Jubilation," more of that authoritative tone, "While I do not begrudge your vanity... I want that board intact. I will need the representation of you that was on it, if you need to copy it... do so and then replace it on the board if you please." It seems he did not miss the fact that the woman had taken the drawing of herself that had been on the board.

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    Jon glances over at the girl and sighs. "No, no, it's just... I turned out the be the 'break glass in case of emergency' backup for the bloody /Tower of London/. I have research to do to prevent some kind of disaster befalling Britain." He rubs a hand across his face. "But I can't just abandon my duties here. It's fine. You asked me to do this with you and I agreed. It's fine." He smiles. "What are friends for, right?"

    Agnes is peering at Jubilee. "I've never had a sleepover. Or... any of the rest of that." She presses her lips together, glances over toward the men, and then nods. "Alright. I... alright." She's about to say more when Mr. Knight speaks up and she blinks and looks between Jubilee and him. Erp.

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    "It'll be fun..." Jubilation replies to Agnes, still staring at Jon and Mr. Knight as they discuss things. She's not listening to them, at least knowingly, but is instead studying the men that would be deciding this girl's fate. When Mr. Knight makes it clear that the pencil drawing needs to be returned, Jubilation doesn't reply. "...Let me put on some clothes," Jubilation adds, giving Agnes one last smile. It becomes positively neutral as soon as she turns around and no longer faces the girl. Jubilee starts walking in the direction of her room but makes a point to take the turn long and wind up closer to Jonathan and Mr. Knight.

    "I didn't take down that drawing because I liked the picture," Jubilee fires back as she passes on the way to her little room in the basement. Whether that's a promise to bring the picture back or not...who knows?

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    Mr. Knight sighs as Jubilee passes him. "I didn't ask your motivations" he mutters, mostly to himself. He hopes he'll get the picture back, he'd rather avoid having to go through the young woman's belongings to search her room, but he would do so if it comes to it.

    He claps Jon on the shoulder as he moves past him, a silent acknowledgement of his thanks for the man's sacrifice. "So you and Ms. Jubilee are having a sleepover down here?" he says to the girl on the couch. "Wonderful" he nods in a friendly manner. His tone is cordial and open. Moreso than before. "Again, if you need anything... don't hesitate to ask for it" he says. "I am usually in the office or the main hall upstairs" he says, offering a point to the ceiling.

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    Agnes just nods and then says, "Is... is that all? The psychometry, it's... draining." She eyes the door to the bedroom, and when given leave to go on in, she gets up off the couch and does so, shutting the door behind her quietly.

    Jon just watches her go, swallowing after a moment. There's something hard to read in his expression. Not quite pity, not quite sympathy. Recognition, of a sort, maybe. "Let me know what Dr. MacIntyre finds." A beat, and then, "...And maybe see what she knows about things like tending the temple and lighting the incense. Ceremonies and the like. Call it a hunch." He turns to go, looking tired himself.