[Luceti] APPOINTMENTS

[cajunspice]

This post is for any and all interactions to be made with Remy

A new thread using something similar to the examples below in the subject line:

[Action, May 30th]
[Voice, October 12th]
[Written, February 2nd]

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[ November 25th, action ]

[touchofrogue]

[Sure, she hadn't really seen him since he'd arrived, but that didn't mean Rogue wouldn't be able to find him. There was only one bar in town, after all.

This was likely to be a little bit awkward, but at least it would be quick.]

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[cajunspice]

[He wasn't THAT predictable, was he? Ok, maybe he was. Hell! The bar had alcohol, chance to gamble against suckers, and shelter from the cold outside. Remy had clearly been able to sneak around a couple of the stores while she wasn't there, as he had gained a handful of his old stuff back, including his beloved trench coat and a good supply of cards. He still had some stuff to pick up, but there was no rush for those.]

[For now, he was trying to fling cards one at a time across the room into an empty trash bin. Comfortably seated, his feet propped up on a table top and leaning heavily back in his chair, a half empty beer glass and couple of empty shot glasses sat on the table beside him.]

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[touchofrogue]

[Seeing the way he was sitting made Rogue tempted to kick out the legs from under his chair. Maybe not a full kick, maybe just a little tap... but it was too easy.

All in all, it would be better if she just sat on the chair adjoining his.

...she compromised with herself and sat on the table between him and the trash bin.]

'evenin'.

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[cajunspice]

[The next card was just leaving his fingers as she sat down, and despite snatching his hand back out to try and grab the card, Remy missed. Since its original target was now obscured it found a new one, the center of her forehead.]

[As the card made contact then bounced off her, Remy was unable to stop himself, letting out a laugh and rocking a bit too far back in his chair that he had to quickly adjust his balance so not to fall backwards to the floor. Readjusting his seat, his laugh lessened to a chuckle and he let the rest of the cards rest against his thigh.]

Bonjour cherie, nice for ya to drop in.

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[touchofrogue]

[Her immediate impulse was to take advantage of him rocking too far back in his chair by kicking it further. Clearly, she's been spending too much time with Asgardians. Rogue frowned at him as he laughed before her frown turned into something more resembling a smirk.]

That's exactly why I did drop by. Ta be nice. An' you -- [she picked the card up and held it between her two fingers, sighting him with it.] -- had better watch your balance.

[She flicked the card back at him without any particular force. She'd be perfectly content if it just landed on his lap.]

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[cajunspice]

Yes Mom. [Since the return of his card wasn't a violent one, Remy made no attempt to catch or divert its path, allowing it to land harmlessly against him. Instead he picked up his beer, eyeing her over the rim as he drunk from it.]

[Mouthful finished, he returned it to its spot before speaking.] What can I do for ya? [And picked up another card, tilting his head just enough to see around her and to the trash can, before letting it fly, curving it enough to swing wide around her, before landing it in the bin.]

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[touchofrogue]

[Rogue realized immediately that she could probably get him to come if she phrased it that way; said that she needed help cooking or wanted some spice in the dinner or... something. But then, not only would he try and lord it over her, he'd probably try to make it like he really had done her a favor.

Why did he have to make everything so difficult?]

This ain't about anyone doin' anything thing for anyone else. Not me for you, or you for me. [She shrugged a little.] It's about bein' from the same country in the same world.

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[cajunspice]

Whoa, whoa, easy cherie, didn' mean anything by that. Just makin' conversation.

[Merde, talk about biting his head off already. He had barely said two lines to her. Someone clearly got out the wrong side of the bed this morning.]

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[touchofrogue]

[Rogue raised an eyebrow, not seeing what he was getting defensive about. She'd just been telling him like it was. She gave him a wry smile.]

Maybe you should work on that too.

[Her gaze flicked from him to the bar stool Logan usually occupied. He wouldn't be there again any time soon. She bit the inside of her lip and then returned her attention to Gambit.]

So seein' as we're from the same country, I thought you might be interested in comin' over for Thanksgiving.

[Wow, there were about a thousand ways she could have said that better. Rogue braced for laughter.]

July 30th || Action

[shades_of_jean]

[It is after one of Remy and Jean's intense, sweaty ball games that they're off to the side of the court, re-hydrating. The name of the game today was basketball, and Remy always makes for a good opponent, even if he doesn't always stick to the rules. In a sports-tank and bike shorts, Jean's hair is piled into one voluminous pony tail. As she finishes sucking down the last remnants from her water bottle, she sits heavily back on the Battle Dome simulated bleacher, flopping on her back for a moment, before sitting back up, one leg propped up, the other on the floor. ]

Good game!

[cajunspice]

Merci cherie, as 'lways, ain't too bad yaself.

[Minus the shirt, Remy's own attire isn't too off hers, in shorts only with his outer layers left on the edge of the court. He couldn't help it, any excuse for him to strip off a bit, it was just in his make up. Yet these games had started to illustrate to him one of the more annoying aspects of growing his hair out, it got in the way. A few more months and he would be able to pull it back, but for now it was a hassle.

Might call for a bandanna...]

Same time next week?

[shades_of_jean]

Count on it. [She grinned at him. A good challenge, and certainly easy on the eyes; yep. This little weekly get together of theirs was not at all something she minded. ] Unless, of course, I'm swept off my feet in a whirlwind romance this Saturday. But. I don't see that happening.

[cajunspice]

Quoi? [He asked, using his teeth to open the mouth of his waterbottle.]

Ya findin' yaself a beau? [Maybe not a bad idea, the girl was so down about Scott leaving, may as well have some fun instead of wallowing on what could had been.]

[shades_of_jean]

Could be, could be. [She was indeed still depressed about Scott, but she was trying her hardest not to let on, and to not let it get to her. She would be disappointed to know she was so transparent, to Remy if no one else.] I'm going to that speed dating thing Billy and Teddy are putting on. Never know who you'll meet at something like that!

[cajunspice]

Ah, that...

[Don't worry Jean, you hid it well. Remy had the advantage of timelines over all from their world, and knowing how difficult it was to get over someone.]

To poke holes in ya theory, ya do know who ya'll meet, kinda limited to who be stuck under this dome. Mais, good luck to ya, sure there be a few gems 'mong the coal.

[shades_of_jean]

There are plenty of people here that I haven't met, yet. And as you say, at least some of them have to be good people. Of course-- your presence here hardly bolsters that theory. [Just a bit of playful ribbing, complete with smile to show she's just teasing.] You're not going to sign up, then, it sounds like?

[cajunspice]

[Grinning at her teasing, Remy returned his drink to the bleacher below him.] Hadn't really thought of it, not my normal type of meetin' potential...

[How to word it? Nothing he could say really was a positive term without making him sound like an asshole.]

Interestin' people. [That worked, right?]

[shades_of_jean]

[Jean is on her way into the battle dome, for a little training; wouldn't Scott be proud of her? It's been longer than usual since she last had any sort of work out with Remy. For a while there, they had almost a standing date, but he had, as people were want to do in these parts, suddenly dropped off the radar. She knew he hadn't gone home, there were still signs of him about, but she was pleased, none the less, to see signs of him as she heads in. Maybe they'll get to talk a bit?]

[cajunspice]

[The Battle Dome simulation was simpler than his old programs, a range of targets at different points in the room. Most were covered in burn marks, some missing large chunks, and maybe a bo staff lodge half way through one. And maybe some of the immediate area around him as well.

He had forgone his normal coat, left well out of range by the door, as well as his gloves and hat he had been wearing to cover the shorter hair. Sleeves rolled up his arm, Remy pressed an ice pack against one palm as he unpacked a new deck of cards with the other and threw the carton away.

Turning as the doors opened, Remy cringed a little at her seeing him like this before putting on a smile.] Jeanie.

[shades_of_jean]

Hey, Remy. [She greeted him with an unwavering smile. She noted the hair cut, but opted not to say anything just yet.] Long time no see. I was starting to think I'd said something to offend you.

[cajunspice]

Ah chere, takes a lot to do that. What brings ya out here today? [He palmed the cards before slipping them into the front pocket of his pants. No need for them right now.]

X-Men trainin' time?

[shades_of_jean]

Was thinking so, yeah. It's hard to do my usual jogging with all the snow outside, so I'm doubling up on my other training. [She smirks.] I wouldn't want to get complacent, after all.

[cajunspice]

Oh, no, can never have that now. [Does know that feeling.] I can finish up here for ya 'nd let ya at it.

[shades_of_jean]

No rush. I don't want to kick you out of your training. And I know you're not in any rush to get back out into the snow yourself.

[cajunspice]

Yeah, donno what I was thinkin' when I signed up for Mags, never would had taken it knowin' we would had been stuck in the middle of a ski field.

'm pretty much done for now, can only blow so much stuff up 'fore someone calls the cops on ya. Well, maybe not here, but ya get the point. Explosions get so borin' after the first, oh, thirty minutes.