14852/the three day rule.

the three day rule.
Date of Scene:	26 March 2023
Location:	Boathouse - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Remy and Wanda talk on the phone and make plans for a Friday night date.
Cast of Characters:	Scarlet Witch, Gambit

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Scarlet Witch has posed:
The life of an Avenger is never quiet, not for long. And the life of a witch with a direct connection to an ancient eldritch god of chaos? That's a whole other sort of busy.

Which goes a long way to explaining why it's been days since Wanda and Remy met by happenstance at a dance club, and she hasn't called. But even Avengers have the occasional quiet moment. And it's during one of these that Remy's phone rings with whatever ringer he might have set for Ms. Maximoff.

And when he does pick up, there's a faint sound of rushing wind behind her voice, like she's standing in a wind tunnel or something. But it's not enough to cover that accent, or that warm tone of voice. "Hello, my handsome savior from /terribly/ dull dance club patrons! ...This is Wanda. Maximoff. In case you make a habit of saving women in bars and that did not narrow it down, yes?"

It is, in fact, Wanda's best and greatest attempt at humor. It's only mildly forced and awkward.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a little bit and chuckles, he'd actually given her the ring tone...and saved her name as "Lady in red." He's cooking from the sound of things, and has been rather busy himself so all he'd sent her was that one single text message. "Well what c'n Ah say chere, Ah was raised ta be a gentleman, so Ah always try ta save a lady is distress... or dat dress...really any dress." je says playfully, teasing about his own accent. "Was beginin' ta worry dat yah simply used a poo' Cajun boy for 'is beautiful body an' den fohgot all about me."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff's breath sighs out, somehow audible over that ongoing rush of air... and her signal fading a little for a moment. She doesn't let on that it's because she floated a /little/ too high for maintaining her connection to the nearest cell tower on the ground. "Oh, of course! You were /entirely/ gentlemanly. Truly a credit to the very concept of chivalry and... charm. Perhaps /too/ charming, yes?" She laughs softly and sighs out, "And it /is/ a favorite dress now." She clicks her tongue and murmurs dryly, "And really now. I'd think I made it very clear I was interested in further... meet ups with my charming rescuer, hm? I did leave you my number. And I thought the lipstick prints were very telling. Perhaps I worried you needed time to recover."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks just a little bit, "Oh Ah am sure yah meant it at de time chere.." He says with a grin in his voice, muttering something under his breath in French that translates roughly to 'I just had that damn salt, where did I put it?" still he chuckles, "But Ah am cursed foh being a good girl's bad idea... It was fun Remy, but maybe too fun, or Ah nevah do dis sort of t'ing... or mah 'usband would nevah undahstand." He says playfully.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
There's a soft noise from the phone, something between gasp, laugh, and just... sputtering choke at Remy's remark. "Why how /dare/ you assume I am a /good/ girl! You cad. You absolute villain." She clicks her tongue and murmurs dryly, "And I will have you know I have no husband to scandalize. Perhaps my half-sister would be scandalized. If she is not busy living the jet-setting life of royalty and responsibility." She pauses for a longer moment, "Though perhaps I could drop by to visit you and see if your cooking /is/ in fact... 'all that' as the kids say? I am sure I can find some way to make my appetite quite eager for a meal."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau hesitates slightly, and says, "Now, yah see chere, yah put me in a perdicimate. See there is not'ing Remy enjoy more den cooking foh a beautiful woman. In fact it one of mah personal passions. Ah woul' make yah a meal dat woul' knock yah clot'es off..." he pauses and adds, "It's jus' dat right now Ah'm making sloppy joes...

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff lets the seconds tick by in silence, a good dozen of them. "Well, sloppy joes seem... charming. In a very American way. But I do not think they'd knock my clothes off. Despite that dress, most of my clothing is /quite/ sturdy and fitted. But I'm sure you can think of something to surprise me with to get your intended result. Say perhaps in a few days? I don't have any plans... I'm sure I can meet up. But you'll have to trust me with your address, hm?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau chuckles slightly at hat. "Ah t'in dat dat c'n be arraged. Any dietary t'ings Ah shoul know about?" he asks casually as he assembles his sandwhich and adds potato chips to his plate. "Give Remy a lil frame work ta work wit' at least?

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff laughs softly and murmurs out, "Oh, no dietary restrictions, but... no no, I don't think it's very /fun/ if I request a specific dish... hm... something light though? After all, dinner is the beginning of the evening. We don't want to be so full as to only be able to think of having a nap when the night is still young."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks slightly, "Somet'ing light and fun... but maybe pleanty of protein and carbs foh...energy." He says with a wicked chuckle. "Ah t'ink Ah know jus' de t'ing. So 'ow about Friday night? Ah'm not givin' mah kids any weekend 'omework so Ah 'ave from 5 till Monday morning free."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff sighs out a fond, amused little nosie, "Yes. I think we're on the same page. I imagine it would technically count as our first /planned/ date wouldn't it?" She hums a thoughtful little noise and murmurs out, "Oh my. Well, I don't believe I have any plans for the weekend myself. So I am certain we'll be able to come up with a plan for breakfast the next morning as well. I am not terrible at making an omelet you know."