A "Slice" of home [open! Multithreads welcome]

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It was a feeling she knew. Vaguely itchy under her skin, feeling like her powers were going to explode and like she needed to go running for a week, and just see where she ended up. Here, she couldn't do what she'd done back home: grab her bag and just leave.

The sensoriums were about as close to that as she could get.

And they were beginning to fail her.

She hated feeling caged. It'd happened to her a bit too often in her life - most spectacularly, with the Skrulls, the Shi'ar and Bastion - for her to be very comfortable with the idea that she just couldn't leave.

So, that left one thing. One thing that would get disapproving looks from pretty much every X-Man ever, and would have Wolverine dragging her by the pigtails to go workout with him.

Yeah, well, Logan wasn't here. So there.

"Alright, Stacy." Jubilee closed her eyes, and allowed the parameters of the exercise to flow from behind her mental shields to the ship.

She knew it was right, when she heard the birds singing in the trees, and the gentle lap of water against the shore - she hoped the safety parameters were in place too. She really didn't want to die. Her hands almost sparked but she pulled them back in.

The area around her made a pang hit her. She missed the Mansion. Seeing the lake and the woods made the ache that much sharper. Even if the woods were different this time.

Somewhere, in these woods, a hunter lurked.

Jubilee headed off into the trees to look for Victor Creed.