10881/Poker Preperations

Poker Preperations
Date of Scene:	26 January 2020
Location:	Boathouse - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Gambit

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Nightingale has posed:
     Cards and Remy. It seemed there couldn't be one without the other. This case was no different. Word had gotten around among the student body of a possible youth-friendly poker game in the works, and who better to host it? However, when it came time for preparations, few weren't otherwise occupied to lend a hand. Shannon is one of the ones who can, though, so she makes her way through the snow in some soft, caramel suede boots, an ankle-length bronze dress that is very loose and flowing, and her black woolen cloak against the chill. She's got the courtesy to tap her boots free of snow as she steps into the boathouse, calling out. "Remy? Heard you needed a hand. Sorry I took so long, was just coming out of the Wellness Office."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smiles a bit. He's moved the furnature agienst the wall and was startting to set up a few card tables. He smiles as Shannon comes in. "Coul' use all de 'elp Ah c'n get chere. Yah sure yah up to it? Ah'd 'ate foh yah ta reinjure yahself." he considers and points to a small cardboard box. "Yah coul' run a few decks t'rough de shuffler if yah like?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins and nods, moving over to get the box and rifle through the contents. She withdraws an old card shuffler and a few decks, but seems equally as inclined to shuffle the cards the old-fashioned way as not. "I only got knifed on my leg a little bit," she points out, nudging the hem of her skirt up just enough to show a wound on her right shin that looked as if it had healed for weeks. "And that was just yesterday. Anti-mutant bigots..."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs a bit, turning the table right side up once he extends the legs, moving to start setting up the next one. "Now chere, someone walk in when yah got yah skirt up like dat, Poo' Remy gonna 'ave all sorts of 'splaining ta do." He says amused, and shrugs as he moves to another table to set it up. "Ah once asked mah pappa when black people an' white people will stop fighting. He said when de first purple person is born. We de purple people chere."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon stifles a giggle, or at least attempts to, letting the skirt cover her shin again. Her attempt to suppress mirth fails, and she hums a classic song. "So, if we're the purple people, it makes you wonder who the purple people eaters are. As for the skirt..." Here, she mimics one of his gestures, sending a card his way, making a playful little -pop- sound. "...there's no explaining to do. You're spoken for, I'm a little young for you, and I'm basically kryptonite. So you're quite safe."

     With the cards shuffled, she starts moving some chairs into place. "Got a few ideas for snacks I could make for the game. Would I have to bring them in from the mansion, though, or is there a kitchen out here?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a little bit, amused at her comment and shaking his head. "Kryptonite lil strong of a word chere. Yah more like grape juice. Yah just need ta age a lil' bit more, non?" he says it playfully. He shrugs a little bit and cracks a slow smile. He points to a small door that leads into the boathouse's kitchen area. "Ah jus' went shopping. Should 'ave anyt'ing yah need."