Owner	Pose
Rogue	Word has gotten around the grapevine that something has happened to Rogue. Whispers say she's dying, or may already be dead! That's not really the case tho...right? Some truth to the growing vines is she -did- get injured in the Danger Room and is currently in the Med Lab recovering from whatever happened. In the interim, Rogue is pretty flipping bored, her companion having had to leave to go take care of business so she's stuck alone with only the beeping machines proving she's alive to keep her company.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau had been told not to disturb the paitent, so he came in silent as a mouse, though his crocked smile slips onto his face as he sees her laying in bed awake. He's holding a small vase with two yellow roses sticking out of the top and he sets it on her bed side table before setting on the edge of the bed. "'Ey you." He says with a smile leaning over and brushing a kiss on her forehead. He's wearing a cologne that she bought him years ago. He doesn't normally go in for scents, his thief principals making him want to be as indistingishable as possible. In fact the last time he wore it...she was in the med lab.
Rogue	Rogue blinks as one minute she's alone, and the next there's a Remy. Watching as he places a vase with two yellow roses on the table beside her bed, she then looks to him and gives a smile which grows a touch softer as he brushes a kiss against her forehead. "Hey you." Replying in kind, catching a whiff of the cologne he's wearing. "I know that scent. You're always full of surprises, LeBeau." Offering this much more before she shifts and uses the button to raise the top part of the bed so she's more sitting up. "Guess word travels fast round here.."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau chuckles a little bit, "Gossip may not be as fas' as de speed of light in dis mansion, but it's damn close." he says with a smile, "Course Ah've 'eard every rumor yah c'n imagine, up to an' including yah were dead and de rest of de staff trying ta cover it up. So Ah figure best come down 'ere an' check on yah mahself. Not dat Ah too worried yah know, but Jack was concerned an' Ah 'ad ta put 'is mind at ease."
Rogue	Rogue smirks and then nods. "I guess I'll have to come visit Jack and let 'im know I'm okay. I might even bring him a nice big bone just to say I'm sorry for missing some of our play dates." She offers this much and then tilts her head aside. "Dead huh? And people covering it up? Nah... I mean I did have to get rescued from the Danger Room cause that's where I got hurt, but I didn't even come close to dyin'.." She chuckles and then gives a wince. "Tho I s'pse it felt like I was goin' to die for a moment or few."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau nods slightly and chuckles. "Still don' understand how it is yah got 'urt in de first place chere. Ah mean even wit' de saftys turned all de way down Ah've seen yah take a howetzer poin' blank ta de face and barely notice." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a couple of mounds bars and other contraband Hank would not approve of being in the med lab, stashing it in her side table drawer..
Rogue	"Safety was completely off and I was distracted. I ain't got super tough skin, just super strength. Knife got me in the side." Rogue offers this much as an explanation before she gives a shrug. Watching as the Cajun slips contraband into her drawer, she actually lets out a laugh that turns into a slight groaned wince. "Remy...Hank'll find those in five seconds flat. Course, I might be outta here by then... gonna see if I can borrow Logan's power to help heal me up and outta this place."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks a bit "dose are de ones 'e is meant ta find..." he says with a grin as he closes the drawer and start pulling /more stuff out, and hiding them in her pillow case, under her matress, ect. "Se Aftah Ah leave he gonna wanna check see if Ah tried sneaking somet'ing past 'im. He find dose, confiscate dem, and leave de good stuff alone." He says mildly amused. He nods as she suggests borrowing Logan's powers, not voicing an opinion one way or the other on that. "Raven find out yah let yah gaurd down like dat she'd tear yah a new one." He says with mild amusement.
Rogue	"Oi. LeBeau... yer gonna make me work to find all the ones you're hidin'..." Rogue lets out with a little laugh as he stuffs more treats away for her. "But you're right. Except Beast gotta nose on him... tho I guess so do a few others...maybe he won't think to look other places." She'll be sure to get everything out from where the Cajun hides it, maybe get someone else to take it to her room. When he mentions Raven, she frowns a little. "She can try to tear me a new one. She might get a fist to the face before she gets the first few words out..."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grins slightly, "Dat's assuming she ;et /'er/ gaurd down, non?" He says playfully and stops hiding candy like her bed was a trick or treat bag and sits beside her again. "Dat really all dare is ta de story chere? Yah got distracted? Ah gotta say dat in all mah years knowing yah dat don' sound like you." He says with a smile, reaching to brush a stray lock of white hair away from her eyes.
Rogue	Rogue scoffs. "She wouldn't see my fist comin' until it was too late." She still truly dispises her 'mother' even after being gone from her side for so long. When Remy begins to push her for more of the story, she takes a soft breath. "I was messin' around, lookin' through some of Logan's programs in the Danger Room's library. Tryin' to get a feel of what sort of enviornments he trains in and such. I found this program. Just called 'Jimmy'. Turns out, it's Logan, but not like...our Logan. It's what Logan could be if he let the animal take control and went all cold and heartless." She explains. "Anyway...I loaded the program, turned off the safety protocols, and we went ham...until I threw a tree log at him and he threw a knife at me. I was busy tryin' to move away when the knife caught me in the side." She pauses. "That's the whole story."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau ahhs slightly and nods as she explains. His face is unreadable for a moment as he sort of processes the information before he gets that familier mysterious glint in his eye and smirk on his lips, "So yah nevah go t'ough /mah/ private Danger room files when we was datin', non? Cause if so... Ah c'n explain." He says with a grin.
Rogue	Rogue raises a brow and looks over to Remy with full scruitiny. "No. Never did poke around your files. Then again, you and I also never did rounds in the Danger Room like me and Logan have." She pauses, then explains. "I mean fighting. Literally." A little chuckle from her before she tries to bore her gaze through the Cajun. "So...you gonna confess these programs now...or do I need to actually go lookin' for 'em?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grins wickedly, "Yah not tell short, 'airy and scary, maybe Remy give yah a personal tour of dem, ehh?" He says with that same wicked smile and gives her hand a light squeeze. "Besides migh' do yah some good ta do some Danger Room dat a little less ... combat intensive."
Rogue	"If these turn out to be some sort of fantasy you've concocted about me, I might just let ya keep them to yerself, Swamp Rat." Rogue offers in jest - tho with slight seriousness behind the words. She squeezes his hand back and then takes a slow breath. "Pain's startin' to come back a bit. Might need to call the nurse in for another round of meds... or call Logan and see if he can come heal me and get me the hell outta here."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau nods slightly and smirks, "Only one way ta find out, non?" He asks in a challenging tone but stands as she says she'll have to call someone. "Ah get out of yah 'air den non?" Of course she knows he hates hospitals almost as bad as certain other X-men, "Yah need anyt'ing dough chere, yah just call. Ah be right dare."
Rogue	"I'll keep that in mind.." Rogue says, tho to what of what Remy says is for him to likely determine. She presses the call button but then shifts - wincing with pain - to take the man's hand before he can get too far away. "Rems..." She offers, pausing and squeezing his hand herself this time. "Thanks for stopping by. It means a lot."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau leans over and kisses her forehead again and smiles. "What are friends for?" He asks in a soft tone and smiles, slipping out as quietly as he came in before she can call someone to drug her back up.