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December Days
Date of Scene: 22 December 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: A talk with Ororo leads to a snowball fight with a cajun, and the death of a Cookie Monster cup...
Cast of Characters: Phoenix, Storm, Gambit, Beast




Phoenix has posed:
Its evening at Xavier's school on the 21st of December, Christmas was practically banging on the front doors and the kids who were still in the school were quite excited. There was snow on the ground outside and a lot of christmas cheer within the large building itself. Decorations everywhere, music being played in most of the main rooms piped in through the internal speakers... It was a classic Christmas spirit kind of atmosphere in this place, just the way Charles Xavier liked it to be.

Jean was currently in the Staff Meeting Hall, seated at the main conference table alongside all of the teacher's desks that lined the rest of the walls within the large room.

Jean's currently wearing a white slim-fit turtle neck with a dark red vest zipped up over it, she has a pair of black slacks on and black leather shoes, simple in design.

Jean's left hand is wrapped around a cup of coffee while her right is flipping through a screens on a tablet computer laying ontop of the conference table.

Storm has posed:
Ororo Munroe slides into the room, her own cup in hand. She has a cream colored turtleneck and a pair of charcoal slacks, with heeled boots lined with faux fur, white as the glory of her hair. She wears a long mohawk, shaved smooth on either side above her ears and styled soft today, the length of it spilling down between her shoulder blades.

"Have your final grades turned in yet?" she asks Jean. Ororo had finished her own grading last night, but she suspected Jean was lingering over the details, conscientious creature as she was.

She sets down her cup, a glimpse revealing a few mini-marshmallows floating in cocoa, "I'm trying to focus on relaxing for the holidays. It's proper for us to allow ourselves a hint of rest during the season."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean's attention was pulled up when she heard the voice of her oldest friend here and she gave Storm a smile. "Almost." She said to her in response, her own cup coming up to her red hued lips where she tipped it back and took a drink from the dark contents inside the mug.

A light exhale was released then and a headshake was given. "We've had a uptick in enrollments since announcing the collegiate courses, like we expected, but the strange part is that we've had an uptick in the lower level grades. Though we're getting some returning students who want to transfer back here now that we're offering college level learning, which will be nice... to see soem familar faces in the halls again."

Jean smiled at the white haired Ororo. "I'm starving." She suddenly changed topics. "I need to eat something today, I've put it off all day..."

Storm has posed:
Ororo Munroe takes a long sip from her mug, "More people interested in getting in early if it means they have collegiate options. Remember, coming here can almost be a form of coming out - we try to be circumspect and private, but kids talk and it's no secret, I suspect, that kids who go to college from Xavier's have a habit of being different," she says.

"Now we give them a chance to further their full education, so coming early involves less risk and more reward," she says.

She laughs softly, "Don't look at me, my culinary skills begin and end at finding the nearest take-out menu. We could order a bit of Chinese if you like. I could do with some Mu Shu," she says.

Gambit has posed:
"Somebody mention food?" Remy as if lurking just outside pokes his head inwards, a shaggy mess of dark hair framing his scruffy features. Those black-red eyes puffy around them and a lopsided althought handsome smile tilts wider as he recognizes the two within, "Ro an' Jean. You de best thing a man could wake up to." Yes... they are dressed and neatly ready for the day.

Remy though? He is wearing a pair of candy cane theme sleep pants, a sock on one foot, no shirt and a bathrobe of purples and blacks. An ugly contrast to those bright red on white to green pajama bottoms. Under one arm is an orange tabby cat; tucked there like a chubby football.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean sipped from her drink as Storm laid down the logic about the school and its many intracies of how it operated. She set the mug down again and wrapped both of her hands around the base of it while she summoned a smile at Ororo. "You're right, of course. Your wisdom will outshine mine every day of the week, Ororo."

The firey redhead then leaned back in her chair and exhaled at the thought of the Chinese food. "That sounds... absolutely wonderful. I want to see a whole host of chinese food boxes spread out on the table in front of me." She'd show a faint grin then and was about to say more when...

"Remy?" Jean saw him in the doorway. "Its almost dinner time, did you just wake up?" She'd ask him, before noting the cat. Jean liked cats, so... it was kind of hard not for her to gush over the sight of the little feline friend.

Storm has posed:
Ororo Munroe smiles, "If only we had a teleporter on-hand, we could have it here in a jiffy," she says. "Alas, we're still bound by the laws of time and space. Still, a simple enough matter to get a delivery. I'll order a diverse set of dishes," she says.

Ororo slides out her cellphone, the case marked with glittering stars and a nightscape, a glossy nail tracing over the surface as she pulls up the menu.

To Remy, she arches an eyebrow, "You could, at the last, put together something resembling actual pants, monsieur," she teases. "There are tender-eyed young ladies here prone to be scanadlized at the sight of you in even a modicum of undress. I've already had to crack down on the shared servers after I found a few untoward 'fan fictions' being passed around among the tenth grade girls."

Gambit has posed:
"You mean breakfast time, non?" Remy flashes Jean one of those scoundrel smiles that shes grown used to and then Storm is given a regarding lift of his chin at her, "They be okay. Get more distracted with Lucifer here den me right now."

That cat is hefted up and he scratches it's belly before letting it clamber down on to a desk.

"Fan fictions? Any good ones?" Maybe the orange feline senses Jean's appreciation but its already making way to her.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean smirked gently at Storm's words. "Does it make me a bad person if I admit that I don't like Kurt teleporting around with my potential food? I love the man to death, but the scent of his teleportation is a bit more than I can handle being afixed to my meals." She showed a sly grin before sipping her drink again.

She eyed Gambit while Storm spoke to him, Storm's words were amusing and the cat that Remy had was adorable, she watched it settle down on the desk and start to sniff around at things ontop of it.

"I haven't read them." She quietly added. "And to be honset, I'm too afraid to even consider starting it. This is why I've kept myself from reading surface level thoguhts, you know... because what I was hearing were things I'd rather forget entirely about all together."

Storm has posed:
Ororo Munroe smiles, "Oh, I'd never let you read them. You should see the ones about me and Jean, they're far worse," she says.

She winces a bit at Jean, "I sympathize on both counts. Especially Mexican. Tortillas seem to absorb the smell of sulfur with a disturbing ease. And yes, I can't imagine the perils of being a telepath in a household full of adolescents. Luckily, they tend to be on their best behavior around me. I've never actually thrown a lightning bolt at a student, but a few well-placed rumors have at least put the doubt in their minds," she says with a hint of a smile.

Gambit has posed:
"You dun want him ever moving your food." Remy warns, "De smell, that is every thing in good cooking. You're talking to a Cajun here, you ever listen to me on anything this best be it."

A handprops on the corner of desk supporting his casual Big Lebowski lean while plucking at a fingernail with another. Great interest taken in it apparently or so he pretends. This is behavioural and coping method to keep him from overly flirting with women who are meant to be his friends and teammates, a distracted Remy is a well-behaved Remy.
"You scary beautiful is why, Ro." The man praises her without looking up. He give Jean a look though at the mention of scanning surface thoughts, a clearing of his throat and he looks directly at her.

..:This is a test:.. ..:If you are telepathing me right now... sorry... not sorry:..

If Jean does indeed have active telepathy running and is picking up surface thoughts or imagery she is in for a big surprise. Welcome to the brainbox of Remy LeBeau and his anti-telepathy techniques.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean looked over at Ororo and she huffed out a exhale and shook her head. "I think there are stories where we are all paired off with each other, and all together in one room. This is why robots need to replace us as teachers and we can all just sit back and watch from a control room like... like the Danger Room." Jean was just joking though, a rare thing for her that only came in the most casual of moments where she's in a good mood, such as now.

At Remy, Jean looked at him... then to his cat, then back to him. "You need to prove to us both that you're a good cook before we'll believe anything you say about cooking, Remy."

She showed a faint grin while raising her mug up to her red lips for another drink, but she paused and closed her eyes.

"And stop it." She said to him further. "Thats disgusting..." Reading her friends' minds was always a bit more morally acceptable for her than reading that of strangers. She was far more used to the gross things her close friends thought of.

Storm has posed:
Ororo Munroe holds up a hand, "I don't even want to know," she says, although the sparkle in her eye may put a lie to that particular statement. Maybe she'll ask later when Remy can't get the satisfaction.

"I know," she says to Remy's compliment, her blue eyes direct. "You could do with instilling a little more fear. Dignity, my dear Remy, can be a powerful weapon," she says.

"There, order placed," she says. "Hopefully he'll actually come to the door this time and not make me fly down to the gates. I might recruit a student or two to help carry the food," she says.

"I wouldn't be opposed to automated replacements. I like teaching, but I would not object to more free time either. At the very least, those of us who serve as active X-men could use some steady substitutes."

Gambit has posed:
"That sounds like a lot of work." Remy interjects about the stories, "Maybe too much work to be enjoyable."
"I will prove it when you both deserve it." A teasing counter and the grin he is wearing widens large now, "You stay out of my head then. Why you got to be all privacy invasive? You wanna know anything you just gotta ask, girl."

Then Ororo is taking jabs, a flash of amusement sparks up for the thief. "Why work wit fear when we can work with love an' laughter? It healthier." He may be a scamp but there is no way he would ever be the way he behaves towards his peers and women of his age in relation to the students here. Jokes aside the man takes his role as an X-Men member and mentor very seriously.

"You two maybe just need subsitutes. Workin' too hard always." A reach over and he pets Lucifer behind the ears.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean couldn't help but grin at the words Storm spoke, she knew her friend would always command a comeback to the Cajun and his savvy ways.

"I"ll ask, when I care enough to bother." She responded to Remy then, seeing him pet the cat... Jean leaned forward in her chair and she made eye contact with the feline, its pretty eyes catching hers and then the two were staring at each other.

Jean's right hand reached out and the cat left Remy and came to her. A moment later and it -hopped- off the desk and into Jean's lap, purring like a machine.

The redhead looked over to Remy as she pet his cat. "Why on Earth did you give him such a foul name?" She asked, then looked to Storm. "Just don't ask Henry James to go get the food..." She told Storm with a sly grin, Henry 'Hambone' James was the chubby kid known for his massive apetite.

Storm has posed:
Ororo Munroe sips on her cocoa, "Lucifer means light-bringer. The name itself isn't foul, it was the name given upon a favored son for his beauty. Of course, that son proved vain and self-righteous and his beauty lead to his fall," she says. "Perhaps Remy named him that as a reminder, lest he grow to vainglorious," she says with a wink.

"I concur about the substitutes, it's simply a matter of reviewing the stack of applications for the position. I also know that for some people, Jean and Scott most notoriously, delegating responsibility to others doesn't come easily," she says. "Henry, last I knew, was in the computer lab playing something called 'Destiny'."

Gambit has posed:
"When you care? That a dagger to the heart, chere." Remy's joker smile doesn't depart as they carry on, "What 'Ro is sayin, plus there a reason for the name an... " The wink from the Goddess has the Cajun chuckling himself in to silence. The subsitute talk a little too awake requiring for him. He is about to gripe its so early in the morning and no one has coffee going but then it isn't early at all is it?

Phoenix has posed:
"Destiny..." Jean said about the game that the kids were playing. "Oh, right... the murdering game." She shot out a heavy exahle. "Why do all video games have to center around murder? This is why everyone in our country is so angry all the time, we glorify violence..." Jean hadn't ever liked video games, she'd watched her peers growing up all just gathering around the consoles and consuming the horrid imagery and rampant death with smiles and glee.

She shook her head and stood up, letting the kitty hop off her lap. She walked over to her things at the conference table and she picked up a box of chocolates that one of the students had brought her earlier today as a Christmas gift.

The redhead turned then and went to offer one to both Storm and Remy, she smiled at Remy. "I apologize, Remy. I find most things about you to be mysterious and interesting, I just don't like to pry into your life."

At Ororo though she held the box of chocolate out. "Send me the best fan fics." She flashed her friend a grin.

Storm has posed:
Ororo Munroe gives Jean a sympathetic look, "The glory of violence, sadly, goes back through the history of humankind. If you could have given the Romans controllers, they'd have played the gladiators as much as any video game avatars," she says.

She snaps her fingers and draws the cat a bit near to her, stroking along his whiskers and glancing over, "I'm more than content to pry, but I don't have Jean's resources. And, of course, darling, I'll send a few to your inbox tonight," she says to Jean.

Gambit has posed:
"Got to agree with 'Ro there, Jeanie. This country going rotten egg not because of Asteroids, Mortal Kombat or Rampage. People go that direction no matter what, thats why we around though strike a balance an' make people feel safer."

"No need to apologize, I'm part of this team an' I know some things are gonna surface. Just some o' that stuff... " Remy taps his forehead, "That special and meant for me only, maybe a few lucky ones but that just how it goes."

"You two dishing you might as well include yours truly."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean softly shook at her head at their combined logic over the violent nature of mankind. "Its depressing." She quietly responded though about it. She'd set the chocolates box down onto the desk Remy was at and she'd then sit down again on the edge of her chair.

Jean watched as Ororo gave the little orange tabby some love now and cleared her throat. "Don't let the students see your cat, Remy. We already get begged on a daily basis to allow, dogs, birds, mice, rats, snakes, fish.. Llamas... If we gave in and let this place become a petting zoo, I think we'd all leave and let the kids and animals rule it in our wake."

She'd smirk then at the both of them. "I'm ready for some spiked egg nog."

Storm has posed:
"I'm sure there are some who would argue that we passed the petting zoo tipping point some time ago, probably when we let you in," she says, teasing just a little bit more. But she carries the cat over to its owner, setting him aside and ruffling Remy's hair fondly.

"Jean's right, though, the last thing we need is people starting to play Hogwarts and bringing in toads and owls," she says.

Gambit has posed:
"More smiles." Remy encourages Jean at the depressing comment. "This a fun time o' year." The cat returned to him he scratches it's neck a little before beginning a slow pet, lots of attention for it tonight. Lucky Lucifer.

"Be okay. I'll keep 'em out of everyone's hair." Speaking of hair, Storm's playful and familial ruffle of his own hair gets a wink. "My aim not so good these hours. I try and do that back to you I'm likely to miss."

"Kitty got a dragon don't she? No one accusing her of trying to turn us in to Westeros."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean would lean back in her chair and she'd watch her friends, smiling at the cat most specifically though.

"Christmas used to be my favorite time of year. It was the only time of the year that felt magical and as though people were focused on being happy, rather than... murder video games." She smirked a little then.

An inhale was taken and she shook her head. "I was just being naive though, lost in my own bubble of enjoying the holiday that my parents were putting on for me. It was all just a show. I've learned that now, and I see myself trying to repeat it for the kids here. Buying them the gifts that their lack of any parents can provide them. Telling them things about a make believe man named 'Santa'."

Jean grinned then at Storm. "Christmas and Harry Potter, my two favorite things as a kid. Turning this place into Hogwarts is actually rather tempting, even today."

Storm has posed:
Ororo Munroe smiles, "I'm rather fond of Christmas myself," she says, rising up, "I'm going to go and fetch someone to help with the food. Don't get up to too much trouble while I'm away," she says. She walks over and squeezes Jean's shoulder before she goes.

Gambit has posed:
"Hogwarts a bit stuffy for me." Remy admits as Ororo departs, a smile after her, "You enjoy your night, 'Ro."

"Its okay, Jean. You know? That is why we do it though. We make it great so its something our kids and those after us can feed too. Keep that tradition of hope going on. Why it such a great thing."
A smile down at the cat and he taps it on the top of the head then whiskers, teasing it so it starts batting at his fingertips, toying with the furry menace.

"You know, you gotta do your thing that night, yeah? Thing with the mind on everyone. Make all these people think they actually see Santa." A grin. A daring one and his blood to void eerie eyes latch upon the redheads face. "I dare you."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean reached up to squeeze at Ororo's wrist in a counter-display of affection toward the shoulder squeeze.

She then looked to Remy when it was just the two of them in this big old empty room now. She smiled at his romantic outlook on Christmas, and the affection he showed his pet.

"What on earth possessed you to get a cat, Remy?" She asked him softly then, just surprised to see him with a little mouth to feed and take care of.

"I'm not sure if I should do that. I know I did it a lot in years past, but... I'm starting to question whether or not its irresponsible of me to do things like that to people, especially children. To make them believe in something that isn't real..."

Jean sighed then and shook her head side to side. "Maybe I've just been on the internet too much..."

Gambit has posed:
"You missed the part where I said them?" Remy looks up from Lucifer to the School's Headmistress, "Rescues. Strays that needed a place like me. You all rubbin' off on me."

"Maybe is. Maybe isn't. Could be like laws of the Force or Magic... it not where it came from but how you use it. This not such a bad reason in my book but my book written in a different font than yours. Probably a lot less flowers an' a lot more nudity too."

"Internet bad for your brain, ma chere. Things on there you can't unsee an' it makes a person lazy." So sayeth the man who apparently does nothing but lounge around the school day in and day out in pajamas and bathrobes.

Phoenix has posed:
"Angry too." Jean replied to that about the internet. Of course, it was very nearly 2026 now and she'd never experienced a life without the internet... but she'd heard things were a lot different back then, smaller and absolutely more disconnected. It sounded peaceful.

"Well its sweet that you've done that for him." She then told Remy and showed him a soft smile. "But it is a long dedication. They live a long life, as far as domestic animals go and he looks to be..." She stared at Luci. "At least in the first five or six years of his life yet still."

"I'll probably do the Santa thing though." Jean's green eyes went up to Remy's mysterious own. "Once I get into the Christmas spirit during the party, its always hard to say no to the fun then."

Gambit has posed:
No correction to the one. She'll find out sooner or later. Remy chuckles, a rich deep sound that is both smooth and sounds rough, once upon a time a smoker and it stuck but not so much to make him sound hoarse, if anything it's given him a nice rasp at times.

"Sweet, sure, I 'spose. I can work with that." A pinch release as claws hook his fingers and he fends them off, "That be okay. I plan on living at least ten more years and if I go, I'll will them to Logan."

"Good, it make for some fun." Speaking of fun Remy gives her a curious upraise of his brows behind that veil of dark hair, "How we get you in to the Christmas spirit early? No point in waiting. You mentioned some egg nog earlier? We can do this. My day is just beginning."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean would hear the bit about Logan and it just made her smirk at the very thought of Logan with a cat. "Claws for claws... I'm sure that'd go wonderfully well." She said then while she rose up to her feet and walked over to the conference table where her things were splayed out.

"Egg nog is a great start to get me into the Christmas spirit. I will openly admit that." She glanced back at Remy in his 'The Dude' attire. "Besides, what makes you want to have me doing Christmas stuff so much anyway? Not feeling the cheer this year, Cajun?" She'd ask him next while cleaning up her space and putting papers back into the nice leather messenger bag on the table.

Gambit has posed:
The cat is released as Remy joins her at the conference table. Looking down at what she has splayed out upon it much less interest in it than she holds. If its got words? Not reading it. Numbers? Not adding them. Just no.

The question has him looking her up and down, "You want the first answer that comes to mind, a made up one or you want a genuine one?"

"The nog not be a problem. Like I said, we can do this. An' I'm always feeling the cheer this time of year, especially right now. All it take is hearin' one of the lil ones laughing a room over or singing a Christmas carol wrong. Easy for me."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean sorted out the papers and slipped them all into the messenger bag. She then picked up her cup of coffee and glanced back over at the Cajun. "Yeah, the kids around is what keeps me into the holiday myself." She idly commented in response.

"And I always want the truth, Remy, you know that." Jean turned then and started to walk toward her open office door which was just a few steps away, she was going to stow her messenger bag in there for the night.

"Something tells me you're more interesteed in egg nog with rum in it." She said on her way past him, a small grin showing.

Gambit has posed:
"You know me well." Remy says cheerfully, "Extra side of rum even."

The thief watches her move around, always busy and head buried in paperwork. She does need some cheering holiday spirit not just for her or inflicted upon her by the kids but of her own.

"A night out? You suggesting that too?" He definitly is and may just be pressing it on her.

"Okay, that was a loaded question because truth is easy, one, I always wanna see any of you ladies in Holiday gear. Maybe one day pull a con for some charity of my choosing an' get you in some Festive lingerie... Two.. you look good smiling. An I think you overstressin parts of this whole thing you got going. You're my friend and its a perfect time of year to just enjoy an' take some time for yourself. Be needed. You know profite de la vie,"
A hand reaches out and touches the redheads elbow, closing over it and he mock dances her in a slow half circle. No mind his other hand found her opposing him. It was smooth and hardly a noticed thing thats hes closed the distance between them. At least not for him he just does what he does often without thought.
"See, you stiff as a board an' tense like. Lets go find us some nog an' go in to town, mebbe find some people to throw snowballs at? Dat always fun."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean had passed into her office and he'd followed her in apparently, she sat her leather messenger bag down onto the center of her desk and then turned around as he took hold of her and danced her about a bit, she played along for the moment and the playful nature of it, since it was amusing in the here and now.

She came to a halt though and she looked at him. "I have dinner on the way." She told him. "Ororo ordered a bunch of food for us all." That was Jean though, always trying to ignore invitations for 'living a little' which is probably why she and a guy like Remy... had trouble matching up in life. She was the serious working woman and he was the anti-serious thrill seeker.

"As much as I love the thought of pelting random people who might recognize me with snowballs..." She smirked faintly at him. "Its probably not something the Vice Principal of this school should be doing, Remy."

Gambit has posed:
A short lived urge that goofy dance about. He just wanted her to laugh or smile a little and thats apparent, who else wouldn't find the visual amusing as Remy LeBeau in that attire tries to float around like a dweeb with the scary Jean Grey.

"You just a stick in the mud." Remy chides her easilly stepping away back towards the door, easy come and easy go. Its a nice way to live for some and one he naturally teeters towards until the whole X-Men thing gets in the way, like now, "Stupid."

"It stupid to think you're going to just sit in all night. You an' me we go out, have some nog and toss some clumps of snow at strange faces. I even meet you half way in this and we'll not do it around Salem, night still young." Fingers wave her on towards him like hes Peter Pan trying to get Wendy to take his hand and jump out a window.

"Come onnn." He teases in a drawn out voice. "Cmonnn. What the harm, all work and no play make Jean Grey turn in to Scott Summers. Dat gonna be a bad look on you."

Phoenix has posed:
Little did Remy know that that while he was prattling on, Jean was staring right at him to keep him occupied... she knew if she kept her eyes on him that he'd keep his on her.

The window behind him over his shoulder had opened and silently a clump of snow floated into the office... it glided through the air toward Remy's back...

And then POOF! The snow hit the Cajun in the back of his head and some of it inevitably went down the back of his shirt and robe!

"Are you really sure you want to pick a snowball fight with me, Remy LeBeau?" She asked him, showing a faint grin then. "I'd bury you and turn you into a snowman, with my mind."

Gambit has posed:
Transfixed and being manipulated? That is so very telepath of her. Remy LeBeau's eyes go round as saucers and his brows shoot upwards, the robe's back little protection underneath as there is no shirt! It's all smooth Cajun chest and on down in to those candy ane pajama pants. If a man could "EEEE" loud enough he has just done it.

A hop in a circle to 'stomp' what frost remains inside of his clothes while flapping out he robe in a wild arc, shaking loose of the snow entirely.
"Dirty pool. It is on now, girl."

That open window is rushed to and Remy throws himself out of it enough just his hips and legs are inside, snow scooped up in two hands and he swings back in fast as he can manage, fearful she'll try to slam the thing shut on him and hold him out there.

"Tit for tat an' then some." One snow ball for each hand. "Ante always gotta go up."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean was asmiling at the man as his reaction was more than priceless. "I should've gotten my phone out for this." She told him then... at least up until he ran for the window and practically fell ass over head out of it to try to get scoops of snow to come back at her with.

"No no no!" Jean raushed after him, grabbing hold of his feet to keep him from falling out of the school... it was a decent drop down to the gardens below.

But when he came back with snow in his hands?

Jean was backing up, shaking her head right to left. "That." She held her right hand up with her forefinger pointed skyward. "Its a very bad idea, Remy." She warned him.

"Don't forget that I can just catch it midflight and send it right back at your nose..." She was being super serious and telling the truth! Snowball fights with Jean Grey could be a very dificult thing to win at!

Gambit has posed:
Window sils! They at least had snow for him and that fall was no worry for the man. Especially when Jean decided to grab ahold of him and make sure he was nice and stable. "Merci." A quick moment of truce and general good manners.

"You don't say, I suppose you could do that... " Remy listened to her reasoning. He looks almost convinced to back down but then steps closer, lunges even and is chasing her if she does try to escape him, "Jus' means i do not throw these. I can improvise but game is on, no take backs."

What does that mean? She finds him thrusting a clump of snow in to the neckline of her sweater. Just the one so far. She started this after all.

Phoenix has posed:
So naturally it had devolved into this... Jean's office, with only two lamps on isnide of it giving it a low level of lighting in the dark of night now... was filled with two of the adults of this school, one chasing the other!

Jean was laughing at this point though, and letting out loud--childlike--squels when the dirty evil Cajun came close to her. Remy was dressed like 'The Dude' in a bathrobe and some strange pants, his orange tabby cat was running around clawing its way up furniture in the office and watching with WIDE EYES!

"So help me, LeBeau and I will tie you up with your own robe!" He'd gotten pretty close to stuffing a snowball down her shirt and she was not going to have that!

The two of them were making a LOT of noise.

Beast has posed:
For years if there was one faculty member in the school that had christmas spirit more than the kids, it was Hank. For years he seemed to relish the season, always happy and spry and more jocular than usual. Wearing the worst sweaters ever knitted and even, on Christmas Morning, dressing up as Santa Himself for the students stuck at the school.

But this year it's.. different. For weeks now the blue science teacher has lived up to the color of his fur. He's been quiet, reserved, and even stand offish. Spending all hours in his lab, locked away from everyone. Of course it is probably easy to guess why. He had been there, at the white house, when the president was assasinated and couldn't save the man. And then of course there was the escape of tha assasin, undwerwoods wife whom he had caught, on her way to the hospital.

So no, not the happiest blue monster.

At this moment he walks into the meetinga rea right oustside of Jean's office,his tweed coat discheveled as well as his man, and comes to a stop.. frowning at the scene. "Excuse me..." he says, then squints through his spectacles. "Mister LeBeau.. I do not believe that is proper dress code."

Gambit has posed:
A skid to a stop and Remy's robe once more flares up like hes Batman! But he is not. He is a unshaven, crazy haired, vengeance red-an-black eyed Cajun scoundrel armed with two snowballs, well, one and a half now that he failed in his first attempt at evening the score.

"I live here, yeah? This just me being comfortable and I still got a sock on. Who you to talk anyway?" Remy teases the blue furred genius.
Suddenly Remy's eyes go wide and he looks beyond Beast over his shoulder, "PROFESSOR!!"
Half a second wait and taken or not the Gambit likewise cheats leaping with an agility that few others on the team posses to bound in front of Jean a stiff arm of a snowball awaiting her face. "Hah!" A pre-emptive cheer. Successful or not.

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Jean was standing off to the corner of her desk, having run around it to try to avoid Remy and his icey threats...

It wasn't just the one distraction of Hank suddenly gracing the doorway of her office to garner her attention that direction but it was also Remy responding to him and then shouting the Professor-word that made her then look beyond Hank toward--

She was hit in the face with a snowball and her eyes shut, her body twitched backward and the snow fall down onto the red vest she was wearing over that white sweater.

Slowly Jean's lips parted and she stood there, snow dripping off of her face and down onto her shoulders and chest.

"You're sooooOOooo dead." She uttered then.

Lucifer, Remy's cat, was on the back of Jean's office chair and he meowed in a worried sort've way.

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Hank frowns slightly at Remy, raising a furry brow. "Who am I to talk?" he asks the cajin, then looks down at his ruffled suit. "I am a clothed sentient sapien, for one. Which is two more things then you are." he quips, if not completely unkindly. And before he can says mething else his eyes go wide and he looks back over his shoulder.

"What? What is it?" he asks, then sees noting and turns back to watch the snowball nail Jean in the face and winces.

"Really? That was comletely uncalled for." he admonishes Remy, then motions to Jean. "You could have poked her eye out with a bit of ice in that snowball.. as it is you are getting water all over the place!"

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The thief shrugs his shoulders under that robe at Hank as he backpeddles away from Jean, sizing her up like he is picking out a next point of impact or maybe just admiring the view. Probably both.

"Sorry mon ami, some times the mouth opens and words just come out. These things you say, clothed sentinel sabertron sound cool but they jus' kinda be noises." A look at his hand and then at Beast, "No ice in these.... " A hand shoots up high and fingers glow like hes charging something up but hes not. Its just a finger tip igniting in pink energy coils but its all a feint, a sleight of hand and that last bit of snowball is launched towards Hank's face.
"See!" A declaration and then hes rolling, tumbling in the small space knocking a table and then creeping up behind the chair the cat is perched upon.

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Jean sucks in a quick breath of air betwene her lips as her face is wet from the snow. She turns then and walks over to a sweater that she had draped over the back of one of the chairs in her office in front of her desk and she picked it up to dab at her face and dry it off.

She had the sweater up over her face when Remy threw another snowball at HANK this time? so she wasn't able to help poor Hank with that, but the sweater came down in time to see the Cajun hiding behind her office chair with his cat as a hostage for protection.

"Your entire bed is going to be put out into the middle of the lake tonight, LeBeau." Jean said at the man, but she cracked a slight smile. At least Remy was trying to have fun, she admired that much of this silliness.

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Hank sighs and looks like he is getting a headache. "I swear if I could go back in time I would push Robert Mockton into the sea just so he wouldn't have kicked the Acadians out of the canadian maritimes and force them south to butcher the freakin english language..." he growls, massaging the bridge of his nose

A heaqdache that becomes very very real when teh snowball hits him dead center in the snout and causes him to reel backards a few step, dropping the cookie monster mug he was holding in his other hand.

**SMASH**

He looks down at his favourite mug, the mug he has had forever, white flecks of snow in his whiskers and his glasses askew and while the others seem to be enjoying thsmelves.. He closes his eyes and takes a deep slow breath...

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The chair is swiveled left to right as he peers out from behind it. The orange cat astride it's tail hefts upwith each jerk this to that way. Its confused at the two-legger antics but Remy is it's person and its comfortable with him.

I guess then I hafta find a nother bed, that your demented way of offerin' me a side of yours? Dibs on window side." Its joking, flirting and fun until the CRASH noise has him checking out Hank's feet where that mug lies in ruin.

"Oops. What was that? A Tardis cup? I get you a new one." The chair is stood up behind and Remy tugs his robe closed as if his dignity has been damaged, no belt on it though. It'll just flap open again once hes forgotten to hold it in place. That cat is hefted up and tucked under his arm where it was before.

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Jean's eyes shot over to look at Hank, to see that he had been hit with a snowball too?! She then looked down at his broken mug on the floor and she had a stunned look upon her face, her green eyes shot over to Remy... holding his cat.

She walked right at him after his flirty comment about her bedn and she started pushing at him. "Go!" She said at him. "Fix his mug, get the glue out of the workroom!" She kept giving him light, quick, sharp shoves. "He didn't do anything to deserve it... I deserved mine, I started it... I'll admit that. But Hank didn't!" She was talking loudly at the cajun then while shooing him.

Jean sighed heavily and walked toward Hank now. "Are you okay?" She asked him. "I've been meaning to come find you to talk to you..." She knew that Hank had been locked away every since Washington D.C. that he'd seemed to be blaming himself for what happened in the White House that day.

"Its my fault, I threw a snowball at the back of his head with my mind..." She tried to explain.

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Hank goes to one knee, looking at the shattered remains of hs favourite mug. The present he got from Bobby the first year he attended school here. He stares at the white and blue enameled porcelain, parts of Cookie Monster's Head, and then looks up at Remmy and Jean.

"A Tarids Cup? A /TARDIS/ CUP?" he asks, his deep voice rising more than slightly as he stands and steps over the broken mug to advance on Remy.. He looks angry. Hank NEVER looks angry. He looks like he is about to rip the cajun a new one, and not verbaly either, when Jean all but steps between. He comes to a complete stop and has to tear his gaze away from Remy to face her."No, you will NOT defend him." he says, his voice gravelly as if he hasn't been sleeping well in a while. "He is supposed to be a mature member of this faculty, not a walking talking unshaven stereotype." he tells her. "Do you seriously want our students to look up to /that/ as a role model? Do you? And you! You should KNOW better. I am not someone who is against some fun and games but this, this...." he gahs and throws up his hands.

"I, my friend, am /fine/, besides the fact that somehow I seem to have become to most mature person in this school." Yeah, he sure /seems/ fine. "We are supposed to be becomes of maturity, anchors of wisdom, for the children. Not.. Not... Not /this/!"

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The humor and 'light' of the situation has departed with the appearance of Hank McCoy. Blue is Blue as Blue apparently gets. The light shoves becoming more urgent cause the man to toss hands up, "Okay okay, it a cup dat all. I got it. No worries, chere." That ease and charm drifting off of him, one would think hes almost using a mutant gift the way his composure shifts.

A step and his orange cat is struggling against his arm, a claw hooking his forearm and it dashes way racing out of the room with it's hackles up. "Mm." Remy lets out quietly and then the verbal bashing begins. The insults tossed and LeBeau looks down at himself a hand smoothing along his chest and abs, fingertips tapping in place with a thump over sevearl scars. Dueling scars with the Assassins from AGES ago.

"This the second time now I been come at by people who supposed to be real friendly with like. Startin' to be one too many." No backing down from Remy as he ignores Jean's presence now. Those eyes fixating on Beast, "That there cup was a just a casuality in the spirit of merriment, mon ami. A thing that all, but now you goin' an putting this personal like, maybe you should consider I am not just a thing." Theres an edge to the man now, hes not goofing around, trying to make Jean laugh or encourage Ororo to roll her eyes at him. No. He's being reminded of his /place/ and where he belongs with the X-Men and the school a school by and large he's good at steering around the children, youngsters who have witnessed far more from the faculty here than hes exhibiting tonight.

"Best I get mr Lucifer an' go find myself a place thats a bit more accepting for a few." Brushing past Jean coldly he stops in front of Beast, "You ain't the person I remember. You maybe wanna get that looked in to because you ever give me that look again... well, I'm always down to teach a lesson in good ole fashion Southern manners."

A wink to Hank and the pride stabbed and smoldering Ragin' Cajun is now strutting for the exit. A tight smile held to those handsome and unkempt features.

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This only served to make Jean's night more stress rather than the opposite of that!

She watched the two strong men have their back and forth and it just made her sigh...

As the Cajun was going to leave, she spoke after him. "Remy..." She said, but he didn't seem interested in listening to her. She then looked to Hank and she put her hands forward very softly and places them onto Hank's chest for just a second.

"I'm sorry about the mug... I really am. There's no way to explain it away though... everyone is a bit on edge lately."

Jean walked past Hank then and she gathered up every last piece of the mug with her mind alone, causing them to hover in the air at hand level... her hands delicately reached out and she took hold of all the pieces all at once and she turned back to Hank.

"I'm going to replace it. Whether you like it or not."

And its true, she was going to be up all night on the internet to find a replacement that was exactly the same, by God, she'd be up till dawn.

She took a moment to look out after Remy, but she knew him well enough to know that he was gone for at least a little while now too.

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Hank 's paws clench at his sides, the fingers cracking slightly, his shoulders tensed as Remy (before he stars struting off) faces off at him. "Just a casualty of merriment.." he says in that gravelly monotone., staring eye to eye with the Cajun. "Is that all thats important to you, Remy? Merriment? There is more to this world we live in than merriment. If you have not noticed we're on the damned BRINK. Playing around and acting the fool isn't going to help us, Mister lebeau. Lord wishes that it would, but it will not. While you and the others are foolinga rund you are not seeing what is going on. One of ours attacked the /white/ house. The president, regardless of his proposed crimes, was /murdered/. The world knows that one way or another /mutants/ were involved. We have come so far and you don't realize how close we are to falling BACK to how things were. Everything is a /joke/ to you."

He then turns around as Remy walks off, staring out that window at the snow as Jean wapicks up the peices behind him. "No, I'm not the person I was.." he says, more to himself than anyone else. He then turns to look at Jean, the hand on his chest, and closes his eyes. "You don't need to replace it, Jean." he says. "It's just a cup... He's right about that. It doesn't matter." he then turns and walks off, back towards his labs.

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"No Jean." Remy says, when she speaks his name. "Jus' let it be. You more or less said the same thing to me the other night or you forget?"

The Cajun's back to them and he turns his head enough to look over his broad shoulders at Hank, "More reason not to wallow. You go ahead an' you take all dat on yourself an let it turn you in to monster because you losin' sight. I'll be here acting like a fool because maybe it'll make one person smile even a lil and thats worth it."

A repeat action of tossing his hands in the air, "What do I know though, eh? Just some dumb Acadian mutt from the swamps here to corrupt all your lil scared of the world mutant children."

No more talky-talk from the Gumbo as hes sprinting off down the hall, "Cmere Lu, cmon pusspuss. Cmon on out, we got hungry brothers waitin'" BROTHERS Jean still ignored the part where he repeatedly mentioned more than one cat.