16322/Homemade Healing

Homemade Healing
Date of Scene:	30 May 2024
Location:	Boathouse - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Gambit

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Rogue has posed:
The excuse Rogue had used for cooking in the kitchen recently was that Remy hadn't been feeling well and she wanted to take him something homemade to help him feel better. It wasn't /exactly/ a lie, but it might not have been the entire truth either. She just wasn't going to pass around that the *Thief Extraoirdinare* had ... fallen down an air duct. Wasn't her story to tell either way, but if Remy was going to be a bit lied up in bed, she was going to take care of him. Like a good girlfriend.

Arriving at the boathouse, she lets herself in, carrying the entire pot of mac and cheese she'd made, and a bag of other things she could make while staying with him for a little while. "Remy? I'm home!" Calling it out, just in case he wondered who just walked in the door, and then she sets things up in the kitchen - mostly a plate of the food cause it was still warm and the sandwich that someone had gifted to aid in Remy's road to recovery.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau is a terrible patient. Put him in front of a motion detector he can stand so still as to not trip it off, but put him on somethinglike monitor duty, or God forbid bed rest, and he starts to go crazy. Even when the rest is self imposed. Which is why perhaps that his always hyperactive roomate doesn't bound up when he hears one of his favorite peoples enter the room, but remains draped across the Cajun's legs. That whip like tail smacking Remy in the ribs, arm, and face with joy. "Jack ouch, Jack stop it... Rogue please t'row dis damn mutt in de damn lake,..."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue finishes getting the plate together, as well as bringing in a thermos filled with sweet tea on ice, and brings it towards Remy's bedroom. "Jack! Who's a good boy? Are you keeping Remy in bed? How's about you take a little break?" Saying this as she moves to set the plate on the side table. "Go on Jack. Get off the bed and sit. I've got a treat for you too..." As if Jack can totally understand every word she's saying. "And you, Remy, want to sit up so you can eat? I'll get Jack some food and take him outside for a moment while you chow down on food."

Gambit has posed:
Perhaps Jack does understand her. Or perhaps he simply understands that "the female willl make the Cajun" behave so he can take a break. More likely he is simply lured away from his post by the promise of food. Regardless Jack stands, steps directlly onto Remy's testicles, and then jumps off the bed and rushes for the front door with the promise of "Out" high on his mind. Remy groans in pain but nods, "Gimmie a chance ta get a hot shower and get decent foh company, ehh chere?"

Rogue has posed:
"Since when have you ever been concerned about bein' decent for my company, sugah?" Rogue asks jokingly before giving a nod. "Sure. But please eat. That's mah homemade mac and cheese, and you shouldn't let it get cold. I'll deal with Jack while you do all that." She then leans over to give the Cajun a kiss before she's turning and heading out to get Jack food, and let him go outside. She likely even spends time throwing Jack his tennis ball for a bit while Remy eats and showers.

Gambit has posed:
By the time the pair comes back inside Remy has made good work on the Mac and andwhich, gotten into the shower and his wet hair is pulled back into a pony tail to drive.. He's wearing a "muscle" shirt, which leaves the sickly green and purple tones of old bruise all over his torso and arms on display. His normally cat like reflexes looking now stiff and pained. "T'anks chere, he needed de fresh air. He ain' done more den run out ta use de side yard and run back in since Friday.. Didn't know better t'ink de dumb mutt liked me." He says as he "accidentally" drops the last little bit of roast beef sandwhich...which somehow also had the little bit of cheese removed... onto the floor.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue lets the sandwich piece drop to the floor so Jack can grab it and scarf it down. Then her attention goes to Remy's person and she looks over all the bruising on him. "Goodness, Rems. How in the world did you let yerself fall down a duct..." Asking this as she reaches to gently touch against the bruising. They look painful and she tries her best to not make him feel any further pain as she touches against him. "I'm happy to get Jack out of the house, and I don't got much to do the next few days so...I maybe planned to stay here for a bit to help you get better..." Offering this much with a smile and then she points back towards Remy's bedroom. "That said, back to bed for you sir."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smiles playfully, "Any chance Ah get yah ta wear dat lil Candy Striper outfit Ah bought yah foh mah birthday?" he asks playfully as he takes another serving of Mac and settles into his seat gingerly. "You want de short version or de long one?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue gives a coy little grin. "I'll even let you watch me put it on..." Because in the weird world of liking outfits, sometimes watching the transformation into said outfit can be just as hot as wearing the outfit itself. Then she watches as he settles down and eats more of the mac. "Whichever version you wanna give, sugah. I'm sure the long version might be a bit more humiliating than the short...so it all depends on how you wanna feel after you squeal."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau pauses and shakes his head. "Embarrassing Non. More like terrifying." He pours a glass of iced tea and a second for Rogue. "One of mah contacts get ahold of me. Tell me dare dis area where folks disappering. Homeless, gang bangers, dat sort. All around dis construction area."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue takes the offered glass of tea, sipping at it while listening to him talk. It almost lines up with what she just dealt with but if it had been that, Remy likely would have been at the finish line and he wasn't. So she just nods. "So I take it you went investigating to see what was going on?" Asking that as she stands and fixes herself a small bowl of the mac, then sits at the table again so she can eat while they talk.

Gambit has posed:
The Cajun takes a moment to seemingly put his thoughts in order. "De sight 'ad more security den any reasonable construction sight coul' justify, but not'ing Ah not able ta get past. Get ta de building an...yeah seem like any normal construction site. Till Ah find de executive elevator. It's got a Hammer Industries Bio security key."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue blinks. She's heard about Hammer Industries. "So, less a construction site and more a weapon factory? Or are they in the process of building a new site somewhere?" She inquires but then shakes her head. "Probably not important, but likely something someone ought to let SHIELD in on..." Taking another bite of her food then washing it down with the tea she motions. "Sorry. Go on."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shakes his head. "Don't t'ink Hammer involved in...whatevah dat was... t'ink dey jus' sold dem de door. But Ah figure an'yt'ing wort' putting be'ind a $200,000 door wort' looking at... So Ah bypss de circut wit' a chewing gum wrapper an' 'ead down de shaft..

Rogue has posed:
There's a moment of 'ah' over Rogue's face when Remy explains a bit more and then she nods. "Oh okay. So a security door with Hammer's logo... and you got yerself behind it...and then..." Trying to get him to talk more about it, especially since it's the reason he's all banged up. "Did you at least figure out what was behind the door?"

Gambit has posed:
If looks could kill, the other X-men would be getting fitted for black suits. "Oui, Ah made it down de elevator shaf' jus' fine t'ank yah very much." Yah wanna 'er dis or non chere?" He asks brooddingly. Someone get's cranky when he is banged up. "So dis t'ing all weird. Eight stories underground. An' don' forget how low e water table is in New York. De be fighting de 'Udson e entire time after maybe two floors. First two floors were like office space. Cubicles. Den de next floor completely empty...

Rogue has posed:
Rogue gives him a bit of a grin as she lifts her glass to take another sip of tea. "Don't get snippy with me, Swamp Rat." Is all she says in response until he continues to explain. She stays silent, cause he's just talking to explain things and apparently her comments aren't helping him at all so she says nothing. Instead, she finishes her meal and stands up to begin cleaning up a bit. In the way of putting away the left overs and making sure some things get put in the fridge for later. "Jack. C'mon. In your crate, hun." Saying this much then looks back to Remy. "Office space, then empty floor space. That's weird...then what happened?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau says, "Reapeat dat two more times but den we at de bottom of de shaft... only it not de bottom. Dare dis air shaft, wit' chilled air. So Ah head ta find de source... Drop inta dis...Wearhouse Ah guess... And dare dese...pods. Dat's de only way ta describe dem.."

Rogue has posed:
"I'm not sure I'm liking where this is going..." Rogue offers as she closes Jack's cage for the evening and then walks back over to the table. "You finished with your plate?" Asking just to ask. "Lemme guess. These pods were full of people, likely matching the descriptions of the ones who had been going missing..." This and she'll either take his plate if he's done, or sit back down next to him if he's not.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods letting her take a plate and stands to get closer to the window, taking out a cigarette and lighting the tip off his finger before blowing the smoke outside. "Didn't get close enough ta see. But de not moving. Yah know 'ow mah powers work, and dese coulda been statues... Still don' know what Ah did ta wake'em... but suddenly all dare eyes start glowin' red and de pods all open. So Ah do mah best Brave Sir Robin impression."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue quick-washes the one plate, dries it and puts it away. Then she walks over to him standing by the window and does a gimmie-gimmie motion towards his cigarette. Either to share or for him to give her one - whichever works. "Shit. Okay. I mean... I'm glad you got out of there... But... sounds like it's somethin' worth investigating..." She offers, even tho she knows he's not done with his story yet. Just adding in her own thoughts as he explains things.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau gives her his ciggerete and lights another for himself, "Won' bore yah wit' de play by play of de chase but when de realize Ah gonna get away dey set off some sort of explosion. De blast wave catch up ta me an' knock me down de shaft Ah was escapeing t'rough." He takes a long drag and shakes his head. "Called in a friend. Mercinary Raven put me in touch wit' a few years back. He took a team in. Place was completely sanitized. Offices gone. Bottom floor completely filled wit' concrete.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue blinks, taking a drag off the cigarette, and listens as Remy explains things. "Geez." Looking out the window then, she leans against the wall and looks at Remy, letting her gaze shift over him a bit before she then shifts back to look out the window. "Ah. So nothing to go back and look into. But...at least you're safe...that's the important thing..." She offers this much and then shifts forward to lift a gloved hand to cover his cheek while she kisses her hand.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau kisses the other side of her hand and nods. "don' wanna give too much away yet, since we ain' got not'ing actionable. No clue what dey were or how we even fight dem. Don' know even if dey were 'uman, mutant, or somet'ing else."

Rogue has posed:
"Still..." Rogue takes another drag off her cigarette. "Maybe it's somethin' to look into..." Offering this much as she blows smoke out the window and flicks ashes out the window as well. "Point is. I am glad you're okay...banged up sure...but you're okay. Gotta admit I was kinda worried when ya told me you were injured from fallin' down an air duct..." Then she brushes a hand against his shoulder. "How ya feelin' anyway? Anything I can do to ease any pain?"