13612/Miracles CAN Happen! (Or: Of Derpy Doggos and Killer Tomatoes)
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| Miracles CAN Happen! (Or: Of Derpy Doggos and Killer Tomatoes) | |
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| Date of Scene: | 12 July 2021 |
| Location: | Apartment A3 - Mackenzie - Mutant Town |
| Synopsis: | Miracles do happen. Riana actually cooks without burning supper. Jack defends Remy and Riana from a giant tomato. All is well in the world. |
| Cast of Characters: | Wild Rose, Gambit
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- Wild Rose has posed:
Something wasn't right.
The norm around the Mackenzie residence was the acrid aroma of ash and the sound of cursing in Gaelic, with the high-pitched drone of the smoke alarm throughout. Instead, there was the sound of someone humming happily, the toothsome smells of tomato sauce, basil, garlic, and cheese--and the whining of a pooch who was having actual dog food that evening in his dish instead of 'Whatever Mommy Burnt'.
Just what was going on?
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau unlocks the door after giving just a short knock of warning before letting himself in. He blinks slightly then checks the door number and walks in. "Riana? It's Remy... Yah been posesssed by a pod person by any chance chere?"
- Wild Rose has posed:
There's the skittering of claws on the linoleum floor of the kitchen, as Jack comes bounding out to greet Remy, barreling right for him. He very narrowly misses the coffee table in the living room, which has actually been set with a hand-thrown, glazed pottery candlestick, bearing a single white candle all aglow, napkins, flatware... but where was Riana?
Those who knew her, might be horrified, when it's her voice coming from the kitchen--and it's not panicked! "There you are, Remy! I was afraid I wasn't going to get this done in time!"
By 'this', it seems she means the two plates of spaghetti, sweet Italian sausages, and cheesy garlic bread (very likely store-made and heated up at home, in her case!) that are in her hands, as she emerges from the kitchen. Sure, there are a few splatters of tomato sauce on an otherwise white t-shirt, and one or two on her face--but there are no burns. No smoke.
And no pod people.
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a bit, leaning down to rough Jack's ear on his "good side" and then standing following his nose and her voice into the kitchen and setting the small grocery sack down. "Well is dare time foh, me ta toss a salad?" he asks amused taking out a tomato roughly the size of a pumpkin. "We've got dis girl at de school who got a way wit' plants. We drowning in dis stuff.." He grins a little bit though, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her from behind, whispering something softly in her ear...
- Wild Rose has posed:
"Plenty of time for that. I've used up my good luck and prayers for the day just getting all this together without having to put a call in to the fire department," Riana replies, keeping a secure grip on the plates to ensure Jack doesn't wind up with an unintended dose of garlic-laden foods. Lush, rosy lips curl upwards in a smile of contentment as she leans into Remy's embrace, positively purring with delight. There's a darkening of her cheeks, a twinkle in her eye, and a tell-tale little giggle, the titian-haired martial artist turning her head ever so slightly to murmur a saucy reply.
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau sighs overly dramatically with the woman's reply. "Ah am so ill used. Jus' a gorgeous piece of meat." He says with a grin and... honestly less then an eigth of that tomato is enough for the whole bowl of salad. Hope Ri likes 'mater sandwiches. He stands and carries the bowl in following her and giving Jack a glare when he looks like he as about to start one of his kamakazi runs. "Oh Ah bought a sort of lingerie gift." He says pleasantly teasing.
- Wild Rose has posed:
Riana just echoes that heavy, melodramatic sigh, and chortles softly. "It's a tough job, cher, but someone has to do it." She does a double-take at the size of what's left of the tomato, shaking her head. "Ay-yi-yi. Do I dare to try and make an actual sauce from scratch out of that? That has got to be the most massive tomato I've ever seen."
Jack had his own take on the matter. Thinking the tomato some grand new toy, he snatches it from the counter while Remy isn't looking, and starts flinging it around the kitchen. Splats of red juice and seeds wind up -everywhere-, like the insides of some poor vegetable creature being massacred.
SPLAT.
SPLAT.
SPLAT.
"JACK! DROP IT!"
But does the derpy doggo listen? Nope.
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau just stares back in a combination of horror and fascination as he watches the great defender of apartment A3 simply... annialate that massive fruit. When he can finally get his jaw working all he can think to say is "Well, dat answers de sauce question, non?"
- Wild Rose has posed:
When Jack is quite done with the truly titanic tomato, he stares down at its remains between his paws on the kitchen floor. Dipping his head down, he nudges it with his nose, sniffling, and whining. He looks up at his two humans, whimpering like a child asking their mommy and daddy to fix a favorite new toy. Riana is trying her hardest to not laugh, thankfully able to set the plates down on the coffee table before anything can happen to those, too! "I guess it does! Oh come on, Jack... good boy, you defended us from the killer tomato!"
As she draws Remy into a warm embrace, post-tomato massacre, she kisses him sweetly, murmuring something against his lips....
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau wipes a bit of tomato juice from his face, looking amused at it but also still horrified. "Mindy was so proud of dat tomato too..." But seriously, how do you scold Jack. He's just so cute. At her words though Remy actually chuckles and rolls his eyes. "In yah shower? Chere Ah love yah, and dat sexy on TV... but in reality one of us get clean while de ot'er freezes." He says going for the mop bucket.
- Wild Rose has posed:
Riana's also going for a wash rag and bucket, to start cleaning off the seedy splats on the walls. She grins a rather cheeky grin at Remy, waggling her eyebrows at him. "So we warm up afterwards," she replies, joining him in the task of cleaning up the splatters of vegetable matter, starting with the ones lingering on the cute canine in question. "At least I didn't burn dinner this time, so...." Her voice trails off into a whisper, and a light giggle.
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a bit, and then glances at Jack who is using the distraction to head for the table and the untended food. "Why yah sneaky lil... Jack! Cage." He orders pointing at the dog's cage/bed with a firm tone. "De lil con man almos' got us!"
- Wild Rose has posed:
"Like father, like son," Riana quips, laughing and ducking out of Remy's way. Jack may whine, he may whimper, but he does listen to Remy, heading for his enclosed sleeping area without -too- much trouble--just some very longing looks at the supper that his humans have on the table and were. Not. Sharing.