131/A Deal is Made

A Deal is Made
Date of Scene:	24 April 2017
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Deadzone, Gambit

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Deadzone has posed:
Tatum tries to get ready for bed. Tomorrow is going to big day. She has her lesson plan ready and is just going over the last of what she needs to remember. "Good morning, class. I'm Miss O'Neal. Welcome to Basic Home Economics." She looks up at he ceiling. "Yer a sadist, Chuck. Seriously. Home ec? I'm a cellist! Yes! I get it. I know why you think I'll do a good job. I still say you are getting some perverse sick joy out of this." A pause and then a roll of her eyes. "Yeah yeah. Good night. I'm making you eat what the kids cook. You and Hank. Why? Cause... you is obvious. Hank... cause... I don't know. Cause I want to

Gambit has posed:
Remy knocks on the door that is half opened, and peeks his head into the door. "You okay Tate?" Remy inquires as he steps half way into the door and smirks over to the girl, unsure and uncaring about her level of dress as the mutant steps closer and moves over to sit on the end of her bed. "Are you feeling better about las' night cher?"

Deadzone has posed:
Looking over to the door, Tate smiles. She is having two wear borrowed pajamas. Everything is borrowed. Her first paycheck is already spent on cloth and thread and all the things she is going to need to start on her wardrobe. She offers a sheepish smile to Remy. "Hey. Sorry about last night. I ... Yeah, I have never actually gotten drunk before. Don't think I'll ever do it again. I'll leave the drinking to people that have been doing it longer. Like you and Logan." She gestures to one of the chairs. "Just trying to get ready to sleep. My music, the diffuser, a cup of tea. Other-Hank used to say my ritual was amusing. Actally, he said amusingly some big word. But you get the idea.È

Gambit has posed:
Remy ignores the offer to the chair and sits on the side of Tate's bed, looking up to the woman, despite not being much lower than her when he's sitting and pats the bed beside himself, inviting her to sit. "Come'ere." He says once, his eyes looking up to the null and being blank, calm, he wants to talk with her and help her through her trying times. "You know I'm here for you and you're no clothes havin' butt." His scraggly grin, attempts to disarm her guard and coax Tate to open up and allow him to be a friend.

Deadzone has posed:
Sitting down next to Remy, she smirks. "Hey, I have the borrowed clothes. I mean, if I had no clothes, you would just way too distracted." She's making jokes again, so clearly she's feeling a little better. She sighs and rests her head on his shoulder. "I made an ass of myself last night, didn't I? It's all pretty much a blur. This morning, I thought my head was hosting a presentation of the 1812 Overature. Soooo many timpanies."

Gambit has posed:
Remy doesn't flinch or move, he invited her to this and he doesn't sugar coat. "Yeah, but I wasn't t'ere long, cher, I t'ought it best t' follow my heart." LeBeau says gently, his hand moving up and around to wrap his arm around the back of her shoulders and pulls her closer still, trying to comfort physically instead of verbally, as is his forte.

Deadzone has posed:
"Of course it was. You're engaged and you love her and that is beautiful. She deserves someone that loves her. And I'll make the same offer to her here in this world as I did in mine. My zone expands when I sleep. My bed is against this wall. Get the room next to mine, put your bed against the same wall. You'll be covered when I'm sleeping." She laughs then. "Mind you, if you two are anything like you were back home, I doubt I'll get much in the way of sleep. I better invest in sound cancelling head sets. And batteries."

She slides her hand down, linking her fingers with Remy's. She's missed the touching. Suddenly sleeping alone when you are used to a warm body next to you sucks.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum shakes her head and rolls her eyes as Remy tries to claim the using of her powers as awkward. While when it comes to her own person problems she is a melodramatic, over-emotional mess, she is completely practical when it comes to everyone else's problems. "How is it awkward? Seriously? You are engaged to a woman who could kill you if she touches you. Now, last time I checked, people that are engaged, tend to have a hard time keeping their hands off each other." She smirks and bumps the Cajun with her shoulder. "It's not like I'm asking to be in the room with you. But if I'm allowed to bring popcorn, I wouldn't say no to the free show."

After a chuckle, Tate gets a thought. She pulls back from Remy to look him over. "Remy? Ummm... so, you used to be like this master thief, right? Do you ever still... you know. Dabble in the redistribution of wealth?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tate is loving the touching. She's always been the sort that equals touch with affection, so the lack of touching has been driving her up a wall. Whether he knows it or not, Remy is doing a lot to help heal Tate's troubles. She shakes her head. "There are some things more important then money, Remy. I'll make money with my job here. What I want is my baby back."

Biting at her lower lip, Tater looks apprehensive to say what she is about to say. "Would you be willing to steal a Stadavarius for me? I never told anyone back home where I got it, but it was a gift, stolen from Putin. Well, one of his political backers. Sergei someone. The cello's name is Stuart, but I never called it that because I didn't want people to know who my baby was. You get my baby back for me, the one from this world, and you will have paid for my power to use however you and Anne-Marie need."

Deadzone has posed:
Giggling as Remy uses her hand to scratch his beard, Tate has to admit to herself that this world's Remy is actually as charming as all the other women said he was. She never saw it in her world. But this one? If not for Anne-Marie? Yeah, she might succumb to his charms. She then reminds herself that she nearly did the first time she met him when he carried her to bed and tells those thoughts to shut up.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you then, Mr LeBeau. Now get your cute ass out of my room before rumours start among the student body. And shut the door behind you."