4839/Orange Dusk

Orange Dusk
Date of Scene:	06 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Rogue

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Gambit has posed:
Remy moves swiftly towards the unassuming brick building that he is well aware isn't at all just a simple harmless thing. Abandoned or holding the street down just because. No. It's been legwork for the gypsy mode X-Men and his young Avenger companion, Rogue. AIM and it's connected crazy Urkels. /Death by Science/. It is a thing.

A two story structure with a fourteen foot fence around it. It looks old and the billboards posted up on it are faded, likely no one has a clue what they actually do here even as a cover nor cares. How often does the average American pass an old building and just not pay it a half a thought or even a blink?
Stopping at the fence Remy looks along it then pulls out a cigarette, striking a match to begin smoking. A long draw that lights the cherry at the tip of the tube up, tendrils of smoke curling up around him. A noise of possible pleasure or thought, maybe both escapes his throat. The red-black eyed Cajun's lips are a devilish curl around the cylinder of nicotene.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue has acompanied her scoundrel-friend on another one of his errands or tasks. She'd rather go with him than have to rescue him later... at least that was her reasoning for it. So here she is walking along outside that tall fence and now looking over at him as he strikes a cigarette up. "No fair." The 19 year old says to the older man. "I've decided I'm quittin'. I'm a role model now t'all kindsa kids online. I gotta be more... presentable." She says these words with a humorous little tease behind them and her body language adds to that as she almost bows/curtseys after saying them.

Rogue is wearing a dark green tanktop with a white scarf around her neck that she keeps readily available incase she needs to cover up her dangerously exposed shoulders/biceps. Her hands and forearms are gloved in black and her lower body is all covered up in a pair of slim fit jeans that have some stylized rips in the knees and thighs, tucked into basic leather shoes with simple small heels.

"Is this some kinda evil chocolate factory you've brought me too?" She asks then, turning to gently wrap her hands around some of the fence's bars and stare between them. "Casue I don't wanna turn inta that blueberry girl and have'ta get rolled away by some midgets."

Gambit has posed:
Summers like this are no place for trench coats turtle necks or really clothes the way it feels. Sweat drips from Remy's brow as he openly watches Rogue approach, hes been under the radar and out of touch beyond pun texts or stupid memes he sends from time to time to keep in touch.
The sleeveless deep maroon shirt he wears is snug to his body, a specialized blend of X-Men fabrics, part space science and a bunch of mutant brain elbow grease to create lightweight protective gear, its enough to turn a blade or absorb some impact, not stop a bullet or even one of Rogue's punches. He knows from experience on both counts. The boot cut pants he wears open at the ankles over pointed equally black boots. Straps criss-cross his chest, hidden folds in them double as compartments for tools, cards and small thrown objects, like dice. Harmless for most folks that are not the gumbo himself of course or perhaps Bullseye or the Joker.

"How'd you guess, mon petit? I bring you here just to get you blue'n'fat. You know what Remy likes, clearly." A whiskey-over-the-rocks laugh from the man that is deep, husky and he tips his head. "Toss me over, I'm feelin' lazy. This be an AIM batch we gonna blow up real good. No more Jurassic Park dates for us. The novelty done worn out already."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue flashes a grin as she hears his words behind her and after a moment she turns around to face him, while leaning back against the fence. It may be hot, but at least there's a breeze and its got some of her white hair streaking across face from left to right. Her left hand comes up to pull them out of her vision and she's still grinning. "Ya know, I hear that place is fun. The dino park, not... the Chocolate Factory. Though I imagine it could be fun too... I can think of a lot of things I'd like t'do in that river'a chocolate."

With a soft sigh then she pushes off of the fence with her butt and then walks around the man to stand behind him. "Hold still, Sweaty." She comments on the beads of sweat she could see on him. Her hands go to his hips and she easily picks him up while she herself lifts up off the ground and floats up into the air... within a moment the both of them are over the fence and on the other side again, coming back down so they don't linger in mid-air too long and risk getting seen.
"You been eatin' them donuts again while you were gone?" She chides him, playfully of course, then smacks his backside with a firm slap from a gloved hand.

Gambit has posed:
"You like your men bigger, no?" Remy fires back with a coy grin. "Jus' a couple. I can't resist a good Bavarian." Grounded again he flips a hand out, a glint of metal and a muffled pop escapes from the wall, a camera just got hit with an explosive paperclip.

"We got just long enough to get inside and find a place to begin." He has done his work ahead of time, any good thief does and knows a general idea of the lay out. Not current but enough to wing it right now. A lunge forward and hes jimmying a window open, his fingertips sliding along the inside and something is unsnapped, a wire, a plug. The alarm severed before it goes off. Just buying time. Holding the window open he motions her in over the chin high wall. "Ladies first an' be careful. This not a smash kinda thing until we got a good target. You go all wreckin' ball we just wasted a buncha time we coulda had elsewhere."

He has no defense for the sweaty remark. It has been a while since hes been down south, maybe hes acclimated the wrong way. Gotten more used to the colder weather. It does feel rather... familiar at least. "'posed to be a way below ground. A lift so we find that quick, get in, make some music, cause some good ole' fashion chaos an' get right out. Lickity split, non?"

Rogue has posed:
Once she steps back around him she's looking up at him with her green eyes and still grinning. "I like my men t'be huge, its true." She coyly replies to that first part before she watches him flick that paper clip and blow out that camera. Such a cool power... so tempting to steal it... but alas, can't go comatosing her friends! With a little shake of her head to pretend like she didn't like that, she follows him to that chin high wall and watches him jimmy the window open.

"I get it, I get it." She tells him about being careful and not a wrecking ball. "I can be delicate when I want!" And with the window open the Southern flower lifts up off the ground and just flattens her body out with her hands clutching the sides of her own thighs while she just silently slips through the air and window, into the building.. where she deactivates her flight and drops down to her feet without much of a thud at all, landing on her toes and rolling back to the heels of her boots.

Now her eyes are scanning around, making sure there's no more weirdo Lizard people in here... Also looking for a lift doorway too!

Gambit has posed:
The inside of the structure is quite barren. Large crates on massive shelving units, no real power on, several forklifts to one wall. A conveyer belt with nothing on it and industrial machinary in rows. Rather boring and one would think not worth the effort of their entry or base stealthing.

Behind her with the grace and ease of a shadow he glances around, then draws up his cell phone, turning it upside down then sideways. A blueprint in green and black on the display - lining it all up.
"You just trouble, girl and probably in for a load more. Just wait until you get older." The Cajun asserts teasing her in return. The age difference worthy of a jab at times.

"Over there, that big thing. With the... dials and wheels an tubes. It aint 'sposed to be there." A pull of the cigarette away from his lips and he puts it out on his boot, tucking the rest up behind an ear. "Under it. Just got to find a button or trigger." The lean man busies himself with circling it, hands touching here and there in seeking fondles.
"Nope. Nope. Not there... c'mon, where your sweet spot." He can be heard murmuring low.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue starts wandering the barren insides of the place while he slips inside and starts to speak. She's looking from one shipping storage shelf to the next and then smirks. "None'a this is 'supposed' t'be here!" She says back at him in a loud whispery kind of voice to try (poorly) to keep her noise level down. "This all used t'be a open field fulla flowers'n'tres'birds'bunnies... Till the 'white man' showed up!" She's been spending a lot of time on Twitter lately.

But its his words about the button or trigger that catches her attention and she turns to face him and walk over to where he is. "I can just pick it up and move it. Tear it outta the ground or whatever." She tells him then, her hands going to her front pockets where she stuffs her fingertips into the front of them against the tops of her thighs.

"I got a sweet spot." She says to the Cajun then, because she's 19 and highly encourageable, silly and rather flirtatious. "But I think you know where it is..." And a very husky voice when she wants to play it up, with a grin and wink too.

Gambit has posed:
"What you on about?" Remy questions with both dark brows arching at the LSD babble he isn't a hardass like several other X-Men though, the humor, the fun is always to be found. A gin spreads further across his handsome stubble laden features white teeth showing briefly.
"Lay off the pixie sticks."

"At this rate, go ahead. Do your thing, stud." He waves both hands towards the big hunk of steel and old America ingenuity. Now very outdated.
"We on a timer anyways, I expect when we come on in here there gonna be some trouble."

The comment about the sweet spot gets a lingering look, one that has his eyes practically shining. "Time an' place, you know you jus' up an' being a tease."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just can't help but laugh at his response to her, she knows she was being silly and the response amuses her. "I'll lay off'em when they stop tastin' so damn good." She mutters while on her way to the big hulking piece of old iron and steel and other... metal... stuff. And glass too. She can see glass in there. Is that copper piping? Rogue is looking around it a bit, frowning. "Hope there's no spiders." She quietly says as she takes hold of the machinery and just starts to back up with it... pulling on it fairly hard (for her thats enough to rip a person in half!)

Rogue rips the device/object out of the ground and just keeps on going back, dragging it across the floor and then setting it down again. She pulls her hands back and wipes them together with a big smile. "Teasin' is fun." She replies to the man on her way around the big metal beastly object again to join him once more. "Is that the way down then?" She asks once back near to him.

Gambit has posed:
The groan of metal being peeled apart is unmistakable and loud. Remy imagines a Transformer dyiing sounds a lot like it while Rogue show off, its heavy, it takes some meausure of tug and puts on a good show for a moment but she wins. Lump of old steel fails to remain warden over its secrets below.

A shaft with truck sized space upon it, a lift on wheels that roll up and down only, sliding in to a hidden facility below. One that is the target of this nights adventure. AIM. Weird Reptile hybrids and a lot of sci-fi style nonsense that Remy is both eager and hesitant to engage with.
"Ready for this, belle?" His hands rub together and he crouches, looking down in to the yawning opening of metal and low lighting. "Teasin' fun to a point, we agree."
"You went first last time. This time around, I'll be the huckleberry."

A flick of his fingers in a wave at her and he leaps down. Vanishing out of sight.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is stepping over to the big hole in the ground and peering down inside of it all while listening to his response to her. "I mean... thats pretty creepy, isn't it?" She asks him then just as she catches sight of him darting past her and his words about him going first. "Wait--" She says to him a second too late and he drops down into the hole.

A heavy sigh is released from the Belle's chest and she slumps a bit. "I'm the invulnerable one..." She mutters before lifting up off the ground and gliding over the hole while starting a descent down into it. Her eyes glance around on her way down. "No spiders..." She mumbles as she goes. The irony of a girl who can live through being run into by a jet plane, is afraid of spiders.