Waffled

November 05, 2016:

Blaquesmith, Rogue and Remy have a social moment.

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Fade In…

Blaquesmith and Gambit are both occupying the X-Men HQ lounge right now, the Cajun sprawled out looking bored on a sofa while the time traveler sits at a small table nearby, toying with a device. As he was last time.

"So what does that thing do exactly?" Remy inquires.

"It will scan for Celestial technology in a wider range, it will allow easier detection of Apocalypse or those like him should he show again. I also made a portable we can try it out on the wreckage once those SHIELD people clear out. It can assist in making sure any traces of that lunatic are entirely removed."

"No offense but that sounds absolutely… boring, mon ami. Maybe we spice it up and sneak in and do it while SHIELD is there? Add some thrill to the mix, non?"

"No. No thank you. Once I am completed in helping you out while your Beast is unaccounted for in this department, I leave, sorry friend Remy but me being here is not in anyone's best interest."

"A shame, I was just getting used to your sass."

"And I yours, Mister LeBeau."

*KLIK*

"Oh, you sure you not wanna stay? Looks like a Twin Peaks marathon."

"No. I hate that show."

"It grow on you, give it a chance."

"Are you always this obnoxious?"

"Depends on who you ask."

*KLIK* The channel changes again as Remy depresses a key on the remote.

Walking into the lounge, Rogue is still in her pajamas. She hasn't come out f her room since last night until now. She hasn't slept either as told by the dark circles under her eyes nor eaten until now. With her comes the smell of some fried chicken, waffles and hooked in a finger beneath the massive plate is a server of syrup. In her other hand is a huge container of coffee, in a portable no spill Igloo sized mug, like the ones truckers get at gas stations.

Dropping the platter onto the table she folds onto the couch, the loose fitted cotton pants a baby pink with little brown horses on them in a disarrayed pattern, hanging low off hips and tied at the front by a string of rope. The top seems to be a handkerchief, folded in the diamond shape and held aloft by the slim straps over shoulders.

Gripping the coffee table she set the massive breakfast-at-dinner on, she tugs it to slide just in front of her, tugging a napkin from the waistline of her pants, snapping it open and laying it over her lap.

Pausing then she finally acknowledges Remy and Blaque. "What?"
Blaquesmith just shrugs and goes back to zapping at the object he has in his hands, mumbling "People of the past are such big eaters. You do not know how nice you have it."
Remy on the other hand sits up so he can see her from over the back of the couch a grin across his handsome stubble laden features, "Nothin', nothing at all. So, chere, how you feeling today? Lil' hungry maybe?" The Cajun is dressed in cozy loose fitting black pants and a Saints jersey, nothing spectacular for him either. They just fought Apocalypse and technically won. It is a day for relaxation and recovery.
Unable to help himself he does look her attire over in a lingering gaze, "Still lookin' good though river rat."

Blaquey there gets a leveled glare of mossy green gaze. That O'Hara accent ringing sharp. "Ah can go a long time without, Ah have, Ah just did, and Ah will again. This is making up for it. The grease eases mah heart and the sweet… Because Ah girl can. Ya got issues with my heaping helpin'? Then have some, otherwise you just keep tinkerin' and pretend you couldn't have it nice just once. You're here in "the past" sugah." A shake of her fork at him and she stabs it down into a piece of that chicken and a slice of waffle. Extending it out towards him she wiggles it in offering.

Remy gets a look too, but this one is more that usual warning, but it never fails…. He always keeps going. "I feel like I been chewed up and spit out." The words somewhat dim… and there it is, his final look and final words that always manage to rouge her cheeks and get him a waffle thrown at him.
"I am okay and not quite hungry. I am actually tired as I have been working on these all night, I still have much work to do for the X-Men before I depart… " Blaquesmith stands up and does give the chicken a sniff, it looks like he almost wants to take a bite but instead he rubs one eye and saunters out of the room.

"Any consolation, you don't look it. C'mere and take a seat, we find somethin' to just lay back an' watch. Been a while since we just hung out, ma chere." A hand whips up and grabs the waffle with a laugh, "Hey now, no wasting food." A bite is then taken out of the side of it, chewing he speaks around it, "Hope you didn't want this back, it be Remy's now."
"I am okay and not quite hungry. I am actually tired as I have been working on these all night, I still have much work to do for the X-Men before I depart… " Blaquesmith stands up and does give the chicken a sniff, it looks like he almost wants to take a bite but instead he rubs one eye and saunters out of the room.

"Any consolation, you don't look it. We find somethin' to just lay back an' watch. Been a while since we just hung out, ma chere." A hand whips up and grabs the waffle with a laugh, "Hey now, no wasting food." A bite is then taken out of the side of it, chewing he speaks around it, "Hope you didn't want this back, it be Remy's now."

If the pink in her cheeks was even given a moment to fade it darkened at his further compliments, one that has her looking down and tucking a bit of that auburn swirled with white behind an ear. The heel of her hand sweeps up to her nose as she sniffs and then laughs in a huffed exhale at Blaquesmiths exit.

"Got somethin' on my nose? He always takes leave when I come around." A breath and Rogue is shrugging lightly only to take a bite of the odd mixture, but none the less the syrup warmed and ready is held up and offered to Remy, with a slide of the patter to be closer to him as well.

"As long as it is funny, Ah'll stay. Hell you just keep goin' and we wont need the tv."
"I don't think it's you so much as /us/. He ain't comfortable with the chemistry." A grin from Remy but he is serious, it's his thoughts on Blaquesmith, the traveler is a lonesome person who focuses on the task at hand, connections, romance, intimacy, such things put others off. Not the Cajun, some part of him revels in flirting with it at least to a point. With Rogue, it is all a very transparent point. He knows exactly where that line is and maybe that is some of the allure.
"Funny, eh, it hard to find funny on TV anymore to be honest." The waffle is folded up and chewed on as is, no syrup. "Watchin' my figure, Rogue." A wink, an arm extends over the back of the couch, not quite touching her bare shoulders but close enough. "You like Doctor Who? It got some funny in it."

"That makes two of us." Spoken, and then abruptly followed up by the shove of chicken wrapped in the waffle into her mouth for a rather large bite. Remy can take that as he may, where that comment was meant for is based on perception. A girls mute button when depressed, angry, frustrated, and just plain about to burst in a flurry of emotion that equates to lightning omissions from a rainbow. A hot mess. She kept that in her room for almost 24 hours.

Leaning back she grabs the massive mug of coffee and washes down the food with it, slumping a bit with legs sliding to the side in their fold. She ignored his hand and arm, she was used to it by now, but with the way her hair was drawn up en-masse to the messy bun and fall of many loose tendrils, he can see the tension race across bare shoulders and lightly square them.

"That that show about a man with a funny accent zipping around in an outdated phonebooth?"

"That the Tardis, ma beaute. Yes, the Doctor and his accent is Scottish, I imagine they'd think you sound silly too." A chuckle and he sets the remote down. TV ignore he stares at her, "This feel different this time? Darkhold was one thing but this, you got turned in to a Horseman and you're springing back right as rain, I'd be concerned myself if I hadn't seen you go through this before, you're something else, Rogue. One tough woman. Not sure what I'd be doin' in your shoes, that Darkhold touch made me koo koo for an I didn't get half the taste you did."

When Remy finally asked, that tension that had only resided in her shoulders sang down her spine, straightened her neck and hand fingers curling inward in a manner that the insulated layers of plastic cracked but just on the outside because she let it go before she had a mess to clean up.

"I ain't," A pause and Rogue swallows, the motion evident among the tension that has throat working against taut skin. "I ain't okay. No. It's always different because anyone or anything I touch ain't the same. Ah have to lock them away and while Ah'm awake it's easy to always remember to keep them locked. Sleep… It'll haunt me for months. Ah'm koo-koo, Ah'm just used to it." Her hands were knotted into the fabric of her pants instead and a single tear trailed down one of her cheeks, but with a deep breath she let go and smoothed out the wrinkled fabric.

"You did good."

"You're strong, Charles helping you too. Maybe we reach out if you need it to Emma… " He doesn't mention Nate, Remy isn't exactly pleased with him still.
Gripping up a pillow Remy places it on Rogue's lap then puts his head upon it, legs kicked out over the edge of the couch. He is tall, they dangle. "No cryin', we got this. What left of the X-Men right now is your family and we got you." A chuckle, "I did good? I was little more than a cheerleader, if War wanted to he coulda made me like one of your waffles. Dead like nothin'. I think really, I'm best at bein' a distraction most the time. You did good, Pietro did good, Wanda did good, that other girl, the butterfly one, she did good. I did okay. An' you know what? I'm okay wit that."

"Yeah, you seen my mess, didn't ya." Not a question, she knows he did with Charles. The cavernous fortress that was her subconscious, with layers deeper then hells own, and rooms for quarantining each and every person she had taken and had to keep despite not wanting to even take them in the first place. Her consciences, her reminders.

Rogue sniffs and looks up and away as he tosses that pillow in her lap and occupies it, the /no cryin'/ bit making her want to cry more, but she sucks it up and where she would have touched him her hand hovers and backs awayto sling over the back of the couch, making her shift a bit beneath him and in her lounge to adapt to more of a sitting sprawl.

"Not just then, with after the Darkhold. It ate ya up, and for someone who sees himself as 'little more than a distraction', here you sit, still smilin' like the cat that got all the cream. You seem ta know, ya are a distraction and odds may lead ya to be waffled, but you're there. Here you sit, still." Looking down at him her head tilts a bit and Rogue smiles lightly.

"You do good. Too daring, but good." A sniff of amusement and her leg lifts to bounce his head in emphasis.
"A little bit. A touch enough to know whats happening in there." Remy confirms. "Yeah, Darkhold was not a fun trip. Won't be signin' up for that one again." A stare at her from his upside down angle and he reaches up, giving a stray strand of her loose hair a swat, "Someones gotta do all the smilin', you ever noticed us X-Men are a grim lot? So grim most of us just up and disappeared right now, most of us but those still here takin' care of Charles dream keepin' that old man company." The bump makes his head jostle, a laugh escapes him, "Careful now, my brains in there! The one that I use sometimes."

"We never sign up for what we get, at least not all of it." A pause because when he reaches up her head snaps back and the look she gives him is wary coming from the corner of here eye. The look resembled a cornered animal about to be forcefed a pill she did not wanna swallow. But when he just batted at a strand she relaxed.

"Mister LeBeau, you keep it up and that brain you wont have to worry about again." Both brows rise but she smiles back at him.

The emptiness of the place has Rogue glancing around and shrugging. "They got things to do and they left Charles with the most capable." Pause. "Poor Charles."
Rogue has disconnected.

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