A Slice of the Multiverse

It was midday in Hell when Jubilee toppled out of thin air, banging into a table and then hitting the floor with a loud thud and disrupting the mellow mealtime with a low moan. She was still wearing the outfit she'd snuck away in, but now the clothes were a little tighter, and her jeans were an inch too short for her legs.

Her face, though strained in a grimace of pain and glossy from sweat, was still hers, but looked aged about two years, and likewise her hair was almost a foot longer, reaching her lower back and sparkling with static electricity.

She lay in a crumpled heap, shivering and whimpering, then rolled over on her back, gasping as her body trembled.

"Wolvie...." she sobbed softly before blacking out.

Jubee giggled and Arnold explored her shoulder, nose twitching as he moved. Jubee herself had a large cardboard box of parts she'd found in a dump, playing with the tools she'd bought to try making things without her own hardware. The mess sat on newspapers and stretched over a good five-foot square area of her bedroom floor, beyond which the room was its usual pristine self.

So far she'd managed to make a small assortment of action heros, all standing almost a foot high and made out of various gadgets and parts, some with bent metal plating. She beamed and looked at Pikachu, who had his own small wire-made Arnold Jr. sitting on top of his head.

She looked up, sensing it was getting late. She smiled and wondered if Wolvie wanted her to go with him again to the basement bar they'd been visiting the past four nights.

Jubee drifted through the sky of the newest world she'd discovered, humming happily as she looked around, then grinned when she recognized the bio signiture of somebody she knew.

Swooping down she landed hard, rolling to a stop right next to the Jubal she'd known to be a hero, and have a wife named Saki. She'd been hoping to find him.

So, as soon as she fixed the many inconvieniances that her rough landing had caused, she go up and hug him.