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[Luceti] 3rd Shuffle, 1st Deal [Recall Event] [Action]

[He was a creature of night, whether thanks to work or an equally active social life, but Luceti had quickly removed both of those enjoyments. The bars and newly opened club offered little to help a major dry spell, although Remy was more than ready to head off on a new mission into enemy land to steal more information. For now he was playing a good little helper, waking up earlier than he generally liked to and lending a hand to the farm before keeping an eye out for any other events. It kept him out of too much trouble.]

[Stumbling himself to his bathroom, Remy scrubbed his palm over his face and eyes, attempting to wake himself as he paused long enough to turn on the shower. Heading to the sink to take up his toothbrush, the mirror offered not the reflection the Cajun was use to seeing. Instead was a rather stunning, and rather naked, young woman stood there, and it took a long moment for Remy to remember that he had not had a good night at the club previously, but was looking in a mirror.]

AAAAHHHH!!! [The toothbrush hit the ground as he grabbed onto the edge of the countertop with one hand, the other reaching out to the mirror but stopping midway to return to his, or her, own face. Grabbing hold of his cheek, he pinched it hard between his thumb and finger, pulling at it as if it was a mask that would come off. Getting no satisfactory results from that he released his face, instead slapping his palm hard against the same cheek.]

Merde! Dieu! [That didn’t help, nor changed what he saw. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t! He was Remy LeBeau, a man, not a femme! He wasn’t an angel or bird either, but he had wings…] Godamn this place!

[Slapping his palm hard against he counter top, the action relieved little of the frustration he felt, before another string of curses got loose as the steam from the shower began to cloud over the mirror. Quickly turning the hot water off, Remy wiped a hand of the mirror to clear it, glaring at the reflection that answered him. This had to be temporary, it had to be. Another BS trick by the mad men who kept them here. The sinking realization that he couldn’t just hide out in his apartment until this all blew over sunk in, and Remy came to the conclusion that he was going to have to face the rest of the day stuck in this form. Hopefully he wasn’t the only one.]

[Action: Locked to Wanda]

[Morning preparations were a little… stranger than normal, maybe a little distracting too as Remy dealt with the change, however he quickly found that he was ill prepared in the clothing department for this event. Any jeans were far too long in the leg or ill fitted around his waist and newly enlarged hips, while the edge of his coat would be damaged due to it dragging along the ground by the end of the day. A long dress shirt managed to cover everything that needed to be, but it was hardly practical. There were two answers; one meant a dash to the clothing store, the other was down the hallway.]

[Sighing as he realized this was to be the quicker solution out of the two, moments later found Remy knocking on Wanda’s door.]

[Action: Open]

[A man, or currently woman, of his word, Remy tried to carry out his day as normal as possible. Primarily this meant heading over to give Luke a hand at the farm until early afternoon, heading back into the village for a late lunch, and to check out any randomness Luceti was dishing out.]

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[Evening however found him trying to forget the day at HQ, drinking until everything was becoming a blur and trying to distract himself away from reality. Maybe not the smartest idea, as this body was a bit more of a light weight to what Remy was use to as the edge of his words began to slur together into a thicker Cajun mess of an accent.]

‘is be total merde. Just ‘cause I like ‘e femmes don’ mean I wanna be one. Too much work. ‘ough, if ya be a femme out ‘ere, ‘nd still interest’, sure we can still have fun. [A chuckle followed, along with the sound of another drink being taken. Both were followed by a silence, the music of the club filling the space until Remy spoke again.] ‘is better not last a month or more, don’ wanna go ‘rough all ‘at.

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[When Wanda opens the door to her apartment, more than a little concerned at the early hour of the knock, she is still dressed in her red nightgown, and a bit groggy from sleep. Peering into the hallway, she's not sure of what to make of what she sees, so she just blinks at this person a little, trying to process. ]

... Remy's down the hall. Sorry.

[Clearly, this person is a family member of Gambit's, and has just arrived to Luceti. ... Clearly.]

[Calmly raising a brow up at her, Remy sighed as 'she' scrubbed a hand over her face again. This was going to be quite a day...]

It is me, Wanda, Remy. Can I borrow some jeans or somethin'?

[Both of Wanda's eyebrows arch up at that. There is a another slow blink as she process that, before opening her door wide.]

... Come in. We'll... find you something to ware.

Merci. [Stepping in as it was offered to her, Remy cast an eye back over Wanda.] Ya seem... normal.

[Oh, that earns him a sour look. Fuck you very much too.]

... Thanks for the reminder.

[Her tone now snappish, she heads for her bedroom to get him-- her? Something to wear.]

[Remy's own self wallowing in the sudden change to his body was pushed to the side at Wanda's less than happy response. A slow smile spread over her face, before it turned into a laugh, part of it due to the misunderstanding, but mostly due to the craziness of the situation.]

I didn't mean it like that Wands, I meant ya still ya own gender.

[Looking herself over, Wanda then returns her gaze to Remy with a raised eyebrow.] I... yes? Should I not be? Is this-- is this everyone?? A shift?

[It's still early, give her time.]

Ahh, I donno, but I was kinda 'ssumin' it was since I was stuck like that... But since ya not, can't be, hein?

[Hopefully that would calm her down.]

[Also, distraction.]

So, those clothes?

Hmmn. [Half calmed down, half confused. What a weird shift.]

... Maybe I've been hexing in my sleep, again. [She mutters, as she heads into her bedroom, to open the dresser, and start pulling things out.]

... What kind of clothes do you want?

[And that, ladies and gentlemen, was one of the reasons this girl was so scary; hexing.]

I can't fit my jeans or other pants. Some shoes 'nd a coat would be handy too.

[Scary, but thankfully easy to manipulate. ]

Hmm, pants...pants... [She pulls out a pair that look like they're made out of some fabric that's the bastard child of leather and latex. She tosses them on the bed for Remy, before looking at what she has in the way of jackets. Pausing suddenly she looks at him.]

... you're not going-- naked in my pants, are you?

Uh, not now I'm not goin' to. [Wasn't going to worry about that, but if Wanda is concerned...]

Good. ... Because I'd like them back after. ... And you really should wear underwear. ... Speaking of which, do you need a bra?

[Remy winkled her nose up at the idea of a bra. That felt a step too far into cross dressing for him, despite the sudden gender change.] Don't really need one, do I? [Just will end up bouncing a bit.]

Edited 2014-04-30 05:37 (UTC)

[Wanda eyed the now-buxom Gambit, then gave him a flat look.] ...You really do.

[If she really thing he hadn't noticed, she was sorely mistaken. Hey! They were just sticking out there, hard not to be a little distracted. But this was no Rocky Horror movie night.]

I just won't run 'ny marathons 'nytime soon.

... It's not just the pain aspect. [And there WOULD be pain, Remy. Oh. There would be.] No body wants to wear a bra. But you have to. ... otherwise you'll look... bad. [Like a slut, Remy. You'll look like a slut.]

[~~Like that differs from how he is normally.~~] I ain't doin' this for fashion, chere, just practicality. [And trying to ignore a bra may actually be practical...]

And a supportive bra... is practical. [Sehe fishes out some red-button up blouse thing. It's missing a few buttons as to render the top and bottom more open than originally intended, but it's one of the more... masculine things she owns, if such a statement can be made. Then she opens her underwear draws, with a pointed look.]

... These, I don't want back. [She adds a pair of black, basic bikini cut panties to the pile. and then a deep maroon coloured bra that looks like it was designed to conceal or support Fort Knox. ]

[He wasn't going to win this, was he? With a sigh, Remy held a hand out.] Merci.

[Eyeing the bra, and maybe a quick glance to Wanda's own chest to compare, he turned it over. Hell, getting off bras was easy, putting on might take a bit more practice. The idea of having something restraining on around the chest also wasn't something he looked forward to, but the rest of the day was going to be hell so why not start off like this.]

'm stealin' ya bathroom then. [Doesn't wait too long for an answer, heading into the room and changing.]

[Wanda certainly was not lacking in cup size, though the band size was likely going to be in the right neighborhood.

You've stolen worse, I'm sure. ... come out when you're dressed, and I'll make sure everything fits right.

[Hexes make everything better.]

[Bras were not for comfort, it was restricting, it was fidgety, and it felt like he was wearing a damn harness around her chest.]

[Remy eyed the shirt Wanda gave him before discarding it, sticking to the dress shirt she already had on. A slight adjustment of rolling up the sleeves made it more manageable and helped his pride a little that she was wearing something that was his and not a piece of women's clothing.]

[Remy continued to tug at the clothing as she stepped out of the bathroom. It would have to do.]

Edited 2014-05-03 09:21 (UTC)

[Wanda eyed the awkwardly-dressed Cajun, with a single raised eyebrow. Heading over she reached out for him. Her hex aura didn't light up until she was touching him, pulling at the shirt, running her hands down Remy's sides, tracing her figure, and leaving a fitted shirt in her wake. Kneeling, her hands continue all the way down the outsides of his/her legs, drawing the pants in, letting them out, so they're fitting where they should now, and aren't too long.

She pops back up to standing.]

There. Better. You don't look... bad now.

[Pot-Kettle, Wanda.]

Let me see under your shirt. [She needs to do the bra now.]

Not 'xcatly the look I was goin' for Wanda. [Tight clothing normally? Not a problem. In a different form he didn't know? Not so much. And now he was also down one dress shirt.]

[Faster Remy got out of here, the better... and would go and change shirts again once out of her place. She unbuttons the shirt.]

Why not? ... You look good. [Aaaand she's touching again. Has she no concept of personal space? Not with other women, it would seem. Tracing a finger down the straps of the bra, she draws around, following the underwire, adjusting the size of the bra to fit Remy. Surprisingly, this will likely make the bra feel... damn comfortable, as a well fitted bra does.]

[Remy pushed her thumb against her forehead, trying to ward off an approaching headache. This girl...] Lookin' good ain't my biggest concern at the moment, chere.

[The other adjustments did help a little at least.]

[Straightening up, Wanda raises an eyebrow at him.]

... Really? You always struck me as... well. You and Pietro have a lot in common sometimes... [She's calling you vain.]

[That's... rather insulting.]

[Lets try saying that in another way.] I ain't worried 'bout lookin' good in a body that ain't my own.

Really? Who's is it? ... It has the same eyes as you. Same hair. ... Have your powers been effected?

[Wanda, as per usual, is focusing on the important things.]

[Like talking to a brick wall... it really was...]

How's that jacket 'nd boots comin'?

[It really, really is.]

Oh, sorry. Jacket, boots... You know, any jacket of mine isn't going to have the same number of pockets as yours do. I could just-- resize one of yours.

[Now THAT was a nice thought, provided...] 'na ya can put it back to normal 'fter all this merde is done?

[Nothing beat his trench coat, or more importantly, what it could hold.]

Sure. ... I don't see why not, at least. ... Though-- you're probably not going to look as good in the trench coat as you do when you're a man. It's kind of-- obscuring.

[ Raven has been working her usual shift at HQ, clearing out glasses as they accumulate and she's been been to Remy's spot a few times already. ]

...Are you going to be good to get home?

Oui, I be. 'ough, if ya fine me face down on 'e ground when ya leave, 'en non, I ain't.

[Remy clicked her fingers in Raven's direction, trying to remember her name from seeing her around HQ.] Raina? Riley? [Something like that.]

[ ...There were probably words in there. Something about being on the ground. ]

My name's Raven. And I'm going to bring you a bottle of water so you don't want to die tomorrow.

Oui, hydration, bon idea. [That and a mass of painkillers tomorrow, and strong coffee. All three were a good idea.]

Merdeeee, 'is body can't 'andle drink.

[Stepping out of the barn, it was difficult not to notice the approach of a somewhat familiar looking woman. And, thanks to the current situation, it's really rather easy for the two Jedi that are current sharing a body to work out exactly what happened.

Cue facepalm.]

You too, Gambit?

Luke? [Was it bad Remy felt a little better knowing he wasn't the only one affected?]

Chere, ya look stunnin'. Belle even. Didn' know ya were this in touch with ya feminine side. [It was so much easier to laugh at someone else's situation then facing his own.]

[The redhead shakes her head, a musical laugh bubbling out of her. It was a pretty odd situation, but they'd come to terms with it.]

No, no, I'm not Luke. I'm a friend of his. We just happen to be mentally...stuck together, at the moment.

[She offers her hand for a shake.]

My name is Nomi Sunrider.

Ah, apologies, nice to meet ya. [Takes the offered hand to shake.]

Guess I ain't in that bad a place then, not sharin' 'ny head space at least.

And you as well.

[She shakes, her hand soft but strong.]

Luke and I have an...understanding, when these things happen. It's easier if I take over, when we're shifted into one another's body. But he mentioned you'd be coming.

Rain, sleet, snow, gender change, can't let that get in the way of lendin' a hand now, can I?

Oh, I certainly can't disagree there. Luke and I have had more than our fair share of discussion about this project and I'm not about to abandon it because we've got a bit of an identity crisis.

So, where ya two need me? [That just sounded weird...] May not be able to do the same heavy liftin' as normal, but still got two capable hands.

Today? [Nomi smiles and gestures towards some seed barrels.]

Planting and weeding. Luke and I will take care of the weeds, if you don't mind filling up the last two rows with corn.

Sounds like a plan. [Over the last few weeks and the crash courses Luke had given him, Remy felt like he had it well in hand.]

[Supplying herself with the require gear, she got onto the task at hand.<\small>]

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