Burning Uniforms

October 25, 2018:

Rogue meets Logan in the X-Men Base and they head upstairs with Gambit showing up along the way. Its a good ol' chat between team mates.

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Fade In…

The underground headquarters of the X-Men has a particularly sterile scent to it. The shining metal hallways, the high tech laboratories, the equipment… it all has this austere clean scent to it that stands out more than even the best hospitals in the world can't quite attain. It's a mix of antiseptic and steel, yet for most it's barely noticeable as it just seems to fit with the setting. But to Logan, it's as distinct as a thumbprint on a perp sheet.
But at the moment, deep in the halls where the bank of locker rooms are and the gear is stored, there's a tang of charcoal and a distinct burnt nastiness in the air as the X-Man known as Logan scowls to himself while he holds his old uniform over the disposal. It's been the one he's worn for the last year and some, black combat suit with a yellow X on the shoulder. But now it's a mess with melted kevlar and scorched plastic. What he wears in its place, right now, is just a blue medical jumper that he grabbed while getting the mess off once he returned to base…
But now he seems to be scowling, sniffing, and hemming and hawing while considering whether or not to throw out his tragically destroyed old costume.

*

Rogue doesn't live at the mansion any more, she's got a place in Salem Center. But she's still obviously a member of the team and is here to help almost every day. Today is no different, she's just now arriving and is stepping into the hallway between the locker rooms with a backpack over her shoulder and her street clothes on. As she steps in, she can catch the scent of that cigar rather easily and it makes her smirk. She glances toward the men's side of the locker room and then takes a peak… because well… she's Rogue.

What she sees is Logan throwing his uniform away and it makes her grin even bigger. She leans against the hallway corner against her left shoulder while her right hand holds her backpack strap over the hoodie she has on. "Well heya, Hairy." She says to Logan. "What happened t'ya?" She asks then. "More demons? Or did ya just get inta a fight with the wood chipper out behind the garage?" She's grinning all coyly whilst leaning there all casual-like.

*

A snort comes from the older mutant as he shoves the uniform into the disposal, its inner mechanism whirring faintly as it begins the process of consuming and incinerating the equipment even as he ashes his cigar into it as well. Turning away from the slot in the wall, he looks over at Rogue and mutters, "Rogue." He starts to walk away from the lockers, out into the main hallway itself and towards Rogue. Then past her.
"Fire critters, and a new Kryptonian gal who has a propensity to use her fire eyeballs and cold breath a bit too much." Perhaps an unfair description of Supergirl, but then again Logan has rarely been charitable in such matters. "Gonna need ta throw somethin' tagether afore I head back into the city. Think I left some in my closet in my old quarters upstairs."
He pauses and looks back at her, "You know if they threw that stuff out yet or what?"

*

Rogue pushes off of the hallway corner when she sees Logan walking past her to go back outside and she trails after him because she's not in any rush. She does toss her backpack toward the ladies side of the locker room though where it slaps into some of the lockers and then flops onto the floor, clearly it just had clothes in it.

"I don't _think_ so." Rogue replies to his last question there as she moves along beside him. "They got the default uniforms too, if ya don't mind wearing blue'n gold or solid black stuff. I kinda dig the solid black ones, m'self. I'm we're always goin' on these super secret missions, a lotta which have stealth… why are so many'a us wearin' brightly colored outfits? That doesn't really make a lotta sense, ya know?" She's all grins as her hands come up to push her hair back behind her ears on either sides of her face.

"A new Kryptonian gal?" She asks. "I thought that place blew up… Isn't… isn't that what happened to Superman? Its what I recall hearin' in the news about his homeworld…" She looks right and then left, but there weren't no signs of anyone else down here this evening.

*

As he walks, Logan glances over his shoulder, "What's got you in such a chipper mood?" He asks sidelong even as he rubs at the recycled material of the jumpers sleeves. He grimaces to himself and murmurs back while moves along, "But yeah, fer an endangered species a ton of 'em seem to pop up now and again." With such stark commentary about the Kryptonians, Logan continues on the walk towards one of the storage bays, yanking it open with a creak of steel as its interior light flickers on.
Leaning inside the metal closet, Logan starts to rifle through the plastic-sealed uniforms, grimacing as he pushes the blues and the yellows out of the way. "Meh, might have to go with a tactical turtleneck at this rate." He grimaces and closes the door then turns back around. His steps carry him towards that elevator that likely will lead them back up to the main level proper though his gait isn't hurried.
"But yeah. New one, kid, younger'n you. Think it was her first time out and about with another leaguer. Didn't recognize her either. Looked like a bat person." One hand lifts and waves to the side as if brushing away his words. "And you? Any word on the crazy in the city?"

*

Rogue just pauses beside Logan as he rummages around for new clothes. "I think you look dapper in what you got on." She teases him about his medical gown. Her gloved hands get stuffed into her dark green hoodie and she rocks back and forth on her leather booted feet, a pair of dark blue jeans finish off her currently visible attire. "Chipper?" She asks, then shrugs her shoulders inside of her hoodie. "Dunno. I just had a coffee, maybe thats it. I was gonna change inta my own suit, well… one'a them, and then go pummel stuff in the dangerous chamber." Her own terminology for the Danger Room.

She softly shakes her head then, the white hair she tucked behind her left ear falling loose again to fram her face on that side once more. "But nah, I haven't been fightin' lately. I've been helpin with the refugees in Salem Center. They got a camp setup there'n everything. I've just been helpin' out with the kids. They got the autumn festival on hold this year in the park, but all the… ya know, pumpkin patches'n everything are all setup, so we went around givin' them away t'the lil tikes."

*

The older mutant's nostrils flare slightly but then he waves off that particular thread of the conversation. He grunts instead and stuffs his hands into the shallow pockets of the blue jumper pants, the treaded socks on his feet passing for shoes for now at the least. "Don't let it get to ya." He gives a nod. "At this point things have kinda shaken out. There's a balance…"
He turns away and his brow knits, eyes distanced on something unseen but then he growls again, "Most of the monsters know not ta go past a certain point, and when things get wild then there are enough capes on site ta be there for the cavalry call." He continues that steady walk, almost to the elevator and then pausing once he reaches the silvered bullet-shape of it.
"Just gotta buy the magical types time enough ta get off their asses and get things done." His lip twists briefly as he ashes his cigar to the side at the small wall receptable. It's only then that he reaches over and stabs a fingertip into the key display, triggering the elevator call button.

*

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The small blue 'X' above the elevator lights up just before the doors part and the stainless steel room on a pole in a sideways hallway opens up with a man wearing a brown peacoat and a pink tie with a tie pin pressed into a dark blue dress shirt. He looks rather dapper. Remy's crimson and onyx eyes light up with a bright twinkle at the sight of the two mutants entering the elevator with him.

"Mon amies!" The cajun says holding his arms out for an embrace and he steps forward to greet Rogue and Logan a big refreshed smile upon his face. "Ah didn' expect t'run inta yas." He says, walking past Rogue and trying to embrace the Canadian with a teasing look shot at Rogue.

*

Rogue watches Logan fingerstab the elevator call button and she just stands there, hands in pockets, grinning softly. "Ya ever notice how flashy the League's costumes are?" She asks then, the thought occuring to her after Logan talked of 'capes'. "I mean… bat-people, and tridents, and gapes galore. Well, Wonder Gal doesn't wear a cape, I admire her for that. Her clothes are like, gladiator in design, I think." She shakes her head then, but when the door opens and there's ol' Gambito she just flashes a smile at him as he walks right past her and goes to hug Logan.

Rogue just gently shakes her head side to side. "Where've you been?" She asks the X-Men's Thief. And her left hand reaches out to snag a couple of fingers beneath the collar of his shirt to tug him down a litlte and she raises up onto her tip toes to stare at the top of his head. "Your hair is lookin' thin up here on the crown…." She says, mostly just to freak him out.

*

"No accountin' fer taste." But then she mentions Diana's get up and his lip twists, "Hers… ain't so bad." Of course that's the moment the doors open on the elevator.
"Cajun," The reply rumbles from Logan as he moves into the elevator, making sure Rogue is in the path of the LeBeau for the embrace so he can avoid it. He walks on in in his blue medical jumper and his hair slicked back somewhat as he scowls a little. But when Remy shifts his route to close the distance he's met with an upraised hand which is both a greeting and a silent entreaty to keep his distance.
He leans to the side and pushes the button for the second floor where the faculty quarters are located and then shifts his posture back against the wall, arms folding over his broad chest. "Somethin' in the air I can't sniff out? What's folks got to be so damn cheerful about?" He asks that easily enough even as the doors whoosh shut behind them unless stopped, likely the next stop will be upstairs a good distance.

*

"Oh! -URCK-!" Remy chokes on his own collar as it's tugged by the damsel in the elevator and he puts his hands against the wall to catch himself before touching Rogue, something she probably counted on. "Ah been in dhe city savin' people, an Ah was servin' mah gumbo dhe ot'er day befo Ah really pissed off Li'l Green'Neto." Remy says expecting his words to be enough to answer both X-men's questions.

"Ah'm jus' tryin' t'keep mah mood up for all dhe squatters on dhe lawn. Y'know, be a bright 'n' shinnin' beacon fo' dhe world in dhe darkness. Or some shit." Remy says with a smirk as he moves to put his shoulder on the wall keeping himself close to Rogue and he asks, "What about you, whatcha been doin'?"

*

Rogue releases Remy's collar and she just backs up into a corner of the elevator and crosses her arms over her stomach, staring at both of the men in the lift with her. "I'm not cheerful about the demons or whatever destruction they're doin'. I'm just glad its not… ya know, here. Not yet anyway. Its just nice that this place isn't on fire, or havin' bears run through it at high speeds, with flocks'a killer birds chasing after it."

She uncrosses her arms then lets her eyes roam over to Gambit. "You pissed Lorna off, again?" She asked him. "First she crushed your leg with a civil war cannon, now what?" She shakes her head back and forth. "That girl's got a worse temper than I do… though the cannon thing was an accident, can't blame that on her. I'm the one that brought that thing t'the yard." This past summer she'd swiped it from a civil war re-inactment up north where a bunch of anti-mutant bigots were congregated.

*

"Way things are, demons are a long sight off from bein' around here. Lots of folks have made surea that." But then he shifts his attention away from Rogue and towards Remy.
Another snort is the response that comes from Logan, but he doesn't voice anything to attack Remy's position of general optimism. He perhaps just doesn't entirely agree with it. Yet as the elevator begins to rise he settles into his own corner of the room, arms folded over his broad chest and his blue eyes on the other two X-Men. Crossing one foot over the other he tosses a nod. A few moments pass then he asks, perhaps grudgingly, "How're people holdin' up out there?" He gestures with a slight nod upwards while the elevator silently carries them on their way.
A few more moments pass, but then the doors whisper open onto the second floor and Logan pushes off of the wall, moving himself into a lazy amble out into the hallway and away from the other two X-people.

*

"She must get it from popa." Remy says with a shrug of his shoulders and a sassy wink. "Don' tell 'er Ah said dat. Ah like bein' able t'walk." Remy says, his hand lifting up to brush against the short hair on his head. "And joke's on you R. Ah checked this mornin' thicker dan Beasty. Jus' shorta." With a look over his shoulder, Remy rolls against the wall in order to address Logan.

"People ain' doin' so good. Mos' of'em know it's gonna be a long time befo'e dey have a roof ova dey head. Ah' been spending mah time out in dhe field findin and helpin' peeps, o' servin' mah gumbo t'dose dat made it back 'ere. Doin' mah best t'make Charles' dream a'reality." He says with a shrug of his shoulders and a look across his face that says he's doing it because it's right, not because he agrees completely.

*

Rogue watches Logan make a quick exit of the lift and she knows for sure he's trying his darndest to get away from the two of them so she makes sure to follow right after him. She grins at what he says and then over at the Cajun. "Well." She adds then. "I think we should all have a big hearty bowl'a a gumbo tonight and maybe gather around the ol' telvision box'n watch us some quality movie films. Like perhaps, Sleepless in Seattle? Or maybe One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I bet you'd like that one, Logan!" She says to his back as he's a few paces ahead of where she is.

Rogue looks over to Remy then and tries to link arms with him and pat his forearm with her gloved right hand. "I like your cookin' and I'd never use it t'harm your face. Its your best quality, ya know?" She grins big, firing off a big tease to go with it.

*

Remy's words are enough to cause Logan's brow to furrow. Not that his features are ever too relaxed from a hint of a scowl, but his expression darkens even as he steps out into the hallway. "Hard answers fer people ta swallow." He stops there and waits to see if the others are going to follow him out as he goes off in search for another costume, but holding his place in case they choose to depart and ride the elevator back down. "In a lotta ways I'd rather go back inta the city and deal with things I can get my hands on than to have ta face those people in a time like this."
Stabbing things is easy. Talking to distressed people is hard.
But then Rogue offers some options for the rest of their evening as he turns and starts to stalk down the hallway towards his old room. He takes a few strides then frowns as he considers a t-junction, makes the right turn and moves towards his old quarters. Once there he twists the knob. Locked. No keys, so he lifts a hand and /snikts/ a blade into the keyhole and twists a few times. After a moment it opens.
"Make it somethin' with Steven Seagal and ya got a deal." Though that is probably not much of a draw. "Though a comedy might be a good idea. Had enough of horror to last me a life time."

*

Remy casually takes Rogue's arm into the crook of his own and follows the path Logan chooses to walk down. "I'd rather go back to the city too, but somehow Ah get stuck wit' dhe shit jobs. But dey still need t'be done." The thief says with a frown to the back of Logan's head.

"Ah'm gonna stay out here, Ah don' wanna see him put his tighty whities on any more dan I wanna see Slim put his tighty whities on." He winks to Rogue when he says this as he cants his head looking at the door knob. "Ah'm- Someone's gonna have t'replace this y'know?"

*

Rogue is right there when the door knob gets skewered and she raises her dark eyebrows up above her green eyes at the sight. "I'm sure… Lorna could fix that, right?" She glances over at Remy and grins lightly at him. "Then she'd break your leg again, probably." She bumps shoulders with him before her head is shook side to side. "I'd watcha all'a put on your tighty whities, myself. But ya'll keep shuttin' me out!" She huffs an over dramatic sigh then before she slaps her outer thigh with her hand that isn't hooked around Remy's elbow.

"I don't know why ya'll are so eager t'rush back and start smashing demons again… that shit is just nasty, and the League has it all handled." Rogue's lately lost some of her passion toward 'heroing' and its been pretty clear.

*

"League ain't all that," Is Logan's answer to Rogue's observation. But then he pushes inside. As is his way, however, Logan answers Remy with simply a, "Yup," as he nods.
But after that he steps into the room and there's the sound of drawers sliding in and out, and a closet door being yanked open, even the faint clink of bed springs bouncing as he likely lifts it up off the frame and checks underneath. Whatever uniform he's looking for, so far he doesn't find it at first. Instead it takes him three or four minutes of him digging around before he calls off in the distance. "Ah hah!"
Then, with no warning, the door is booted shut and his voice comes through the wooden frame as he hollars. "I'll meet ya downstairs. Get the grub goin' would ya?"

*

"Probably, she might be dhe one t'teach me to finally shut mah big dumb yappah." The Cajun says, his hand lifting to scratch at the back of his head, slightly embarrassed about how things have gone down and the things he might or might not have said. Then the door is slammed shut and Remy shrugs with a glance to Rogue, "Let me go start dhe dinnah den, you pick dhe movie?"

*

Rogue just shakes her head at Logan as he moves further into his room. "Some'a the League maybe aren't. Like the goofier ones… But Wonder Woman is freakin' amazin' and I'll make ya eat your own claws if ya say otherwise." She's got a fierce girl-crush on the Princess of Themyscira! When the door is slammed shut she looks back at Remy and just grins at him. "I guess we miss the show." She sighs then and moves to turn with him back toward the main stairs. "I'll get a whole buncha them ready t'choose and then we can all fight about which one t'watch before I inevitably win and pick the best one!" She pats Remy on the arm softly and as they walk together she adds "I like it when you're not injured, ya know."

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