A little restless after a day of working, Remy makes his way to Ogori's to pick on Rogue and chatter in the Southerner's ear.

( If bubble bath's somewhere on your list of t'ings to do t'night, I'm all for givin' you hand wit' dat. )

Having decided that Seravina was becoming much too reclusive and much too mopey for her own good, a small band of metas comes together to cheer the dreamer up. Talk deteriorates very quickly into plans for candy siege engines and flambe'd Denethors.

( Dere's four hunnred million kinds of candy an' we can't t'ink of a t'ing to make a good siege engine wit'? Some X-Men we are. )

Some itches, once introduced to a man's blood, never quite go away. For almost all of those times when Remy gets an itch he can't scratch, there's Rogue; to take him out over the harbor and watch the city lights and the stars in peace.

( Knew de stars'd come out for you. )

Remy spends some time standing on his roof thinking, and Kyrie drops by to talk--and to reveal to him that she is going sailing, not to return for a long time.

( I 'lways know you, soeur. You gotta t'ick head an' a smart mout' dat ain't never gonna change. )

In which Remy does just that--muses on his relationship.

( I wanted her from the first time I really realized who and what she was. )

Eris calls Remy in to let the Cajun know of her cold-turkey plan, and to assign him the essential duty of being the on-call emergency specialist.

( Remy-san? Should I give you a *key*? )

((Not a log at all, I know, and I'll scowl at this until I cycle it through. Anything that has to do with the typist being IC on Sages has moved to amultiversalpen. Blame Indigo and ShayCharon. That is all.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, carry on.))

Remy takes Warren to Ogori's after hours for some quick-made stir-fry and conversation. The former turns out just fine, but the latter turns sour several times.

( Hey! You gonna come down here? I brough' a friend. If not, we's gonna raid de fridge an' run off wit' all de good booze. )

After a long hard day of beating up mercenaries and freaking out about accidentally stealing your girlfriend's powers, what better way to relax but to kick back on the roof of a good friend's house and guzzle hard liquor? The little X-Gathering is interrupted both by a random portal-by and by men falling off of the eaves.

( I ain't *dat* flex'ble. )

Finally arriving at Kitty's house, Remy lets himself shade a little bit further towards hysteria, until Kitty and the voice in his head get the Cajun a little more calmed down. A little waiting, and a little hope, and everything ends up righting itself ( Read more... )