5107/Days or Daze

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Days or Daze
Date of Scene: 05 August 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Gambit, Storm




Gambit has posed:
Along the Hutchinson River for the past several days a small carnival attraction has been set up as an event. A ferris wheel and what is called the 'Hammerhead' the main attractions outside of the set up temporary twirling slides that shoot off in to a safer inlet of the river just off the taken care of 'rough' green of the nearby golf course.

It's a warm day, a decent breeze and the sun is half-hidden behind a cloud swell. No rain inside of them, just white puffy things.

The slim yet well-built young man with dark hair falling around his handsome features wears a pair of rounded shades, a toothpick jumping up and down between his lips - pushed around by his tongue as he lets his obscured very mutant affliced eyes drift from one face to the next. He's not looking for someone just following... a dream he had. The dream's most vivid detail a pretty girl in a black slip, low across her shoulders to dip down and show of the pale flawless skin of her back, she dances past him and twirls once before disappearing, fading in to the crowd.

This here, right now is a sort of Deja Vu for Remy, reliving a waking dream. Maybe he was meant to be here right now... Then again, he could have just drank too much and be on the tail end of a bender.

Storm has posed:
    Ororo has nothing to do with the beautiful weather, she promises!

    She is in a good mood today, allowing nature's natural glow to caress her smooth mocha skin. Wearing a sleeveless and backless lace top designed with African colors, blue jean shorts, and sandals, Ororo is returning to Remy with several carnival eats. Two Sausage on a Stick are in one hand, a bag of popcorn and a pickle in the other, her bright smile is apparent as she offers one of the sausages.

    "They have Fried Oreos as well, but I only have two hands," Ororo says, adjusting her sun glasses once one of the offered snacks is taken. "What did you do last night, Remy? I would say you looked horrible, but it has been so long since we have seen each other, I wouldn't know if this is typically you or not." It is friendly-fire.

Gambit has posed:
As Storm returns to Gambit's side he pulls free of the odd vision or over-imagination of daydream, a slow turn so he is facing her. The loose shirt he is wearing v-necked with wide but long sleeves, something a man like Logan would probably call a hippie rag. It's clean though, very. Like it's owner with his torn jeans and sandals, very casual, the warmth to be appreciated like his company.

The sausage is examined and the Cajun lets a chuckle roll free before he takes the toothpick out of his lips and stabs the sauage through the side, skewering it to neatly pluck free of Ororo's fingers, "Merci, belle."

"I tend to avoid most fried things unless we back home in the swamps. It all just... subpar, you know?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, a gentleman never kiss 'an tell." He winks at the woman beside him, a former thief like him and very likely the first X-'er he met and had grown close to.

"It be me, need proof?" He flirts jokingly or so it appears. Hard to tell with him.

Storm has posed:
    "The food from New Orleans is the absolute best, I'll admit," Ororo replies with a smile. The smile remains even after Remy's quick detour from the Kenyan woman's question. A response isn't necessary, having known the man for some time now. Instead, Ororo shakes her head as she bites into the pickle. The sting of the first bite gets to her.

    "No proof is necessary," she says after swallowing. "I'm just glad that you were able to add me to your busy schedule now that you are an Avenger. I'm proud of you and Rogue." There is sincerity in her words that cannot be denied. This is Ororo's motherly nature.

Gambit has posed:
"See, reasons I appreciate you, great taste in all things." He flashes another of those quick charming smiles while they step around a couple of kids counting tickets before a water ballon shooting game. Fill the bloon with a squirt gun, easy. Also of no interest to the Cajun. He just likes the watery pop something about it is just satisfying.

"That any good?" He questions about the pickle as she takes it in her teeth.

"Hardly busy. More jus' finding things to busy myself wit. Me? An Avenger?" A loud sharp 'bark' of a laugh escapes Remy, his hand actually rising up to cover his mouth before he grins wide, slowly shaking his head at her. "Oh, come now, you know me better by now. I grew a conscious enough becoming an X-Man, up and going to be an Avenger feel like I sell my soul off. 'sides, I more a guest who maybe help them out when they wanna let me tag along. For Rogue's sakes. Like some stray she lets in de back door time to time."
"Needed something to do, a while there, X-Men more preoccupied with the softer side of things... that not why I became one of you all, I be n X-Man to... make a difference and.. " /Redeem myself/. He goes silent, feeling hes said plenty deciding to taste the sausage to shut his trap, chomping in just as she had the pickle.

Storm has posed:
    "It's not bad. It should be fried too," Ororo replies with a chuckle.

    The bark of laughter from Remy satisfies the leader of the X-Men, signifying that he is still loyal to their cause. While Ororo would never ask anyone to choose sides, it is refreshing to know that the teammates she started with were still in the game with her.

    Even though he cut his words, Ororo understands what Remy is getting at. "With Scott and Warren back, there is more opportunity now to make that difference," she says, taking another bite from the pickle. "There are a lot of changes happening in the world right now. We need to get back to focusing on our communities too.

Gambit has posed:
"Well, I focus plenty on the community. That never gonna be a problem." Remy says as a curvy woman with red pigtails walks by, a lot of bounce in her step and a taste for jean shorts as well. His head drifts away from the girl's walk as he glances off towards the crowd, a far away look fixing on his features again before he speaks, just walking beside her in their friendly stroll.
"Them two around again means what? We going to be seeing a lot more turtlenecks in our day to day lives?"
"Nah, I get what you sayin'. Just a matter of time... "

"Bout you, how you handling taking the reigns?"

Storm has posed:
    "That, and it also means it's time to regroup and refocus."

    Remy is right in that it is a matter of time. Ororo thinks about this - and has been thinking about it - all the time, especially after dealing with the fungal growth around the world. The Justice League and the Avengers are not the only team out there with a responsibility to ensure humans and mutants live together peacefully.

    "It has been a humbling change," Ororo says, walking past several different carnival games, avoiding more children from running into her. "I am very grateful for the opportunity, honestly. I hope I can live up to everyone's expectations."

Gambit has posed:
"You'll do jus' fine. An humble, you the most humble soul I know, 'Ro." Remy encourages, toothpick and the rest of the sausage eaten. Never one to let food go to waste, not when you grow up like he did. Free country and world that it is where that liberty only exists with station or priveledge, not for thiefs, street rats, those who truly need. A scoff at his own thoughts and he points at a dart game.
"You want a big purple teddy bear?" A grin and he snags up her wrist, guiding her in a weave through the crowd until hes before the booth, fishing out cash to take a handful of the rubber tipped darts. His aim begins while he looks at the moving targets, small rounded caps with holes. They light up when a dart embeds. Blunted tips, holes made intentionally small, screwed up wings. The game is designed for people to lose.

"Oh, that not a bear at all. Look like an elephant." It is and it is huge, fat, fluffy and purple. Easily carried by other of them will make them look childlike.

"Throw already buddy." The stick-thin scarecrow of a Carnie demands at the Cajun.

A thump and a trill noise, the first dart lights up it's mark. The Carnie scowls.
"Lucky shot, come on. 5 of 5 wins you the grand prize. Hit your mark super chief."
Thump and a second alarm. The next target pings alive.

Storm has posed:
    "I would love a big purple teddy bear," Ororo responds. And just as quickly as she responds, Remy has the wrist of her arm in hand and is leading her to a dart game. Upon their arrival, Ororo tosses the wrapper holding the pickle into the trash and starts on her Sausage on a Stick.

    "My friend is really good at throwing darts," Ororo says to the Carnie, turning with a smile to Remy as he activates the second light. He is also pretty adept at throwing cards with an accuracy that is a bit super-human. Darts would be nothing for the man.

Gambit has posed:
"He is probably cheating." The man says while a third and forth hit the targets, dead on.
Remy holds up the final dart, offering it over towards Storm's lips, "For luck?" He winks. Rather smug right now. He feels he is doing a service by pulling one over on this conartist carnival hick.

The skinny booth worker is actually pulling out one of her friends darts to examine it before he spits on the ground, a wad of chew and saliva. "Just take your shot and get out of here."

Storm has posed:
    Ororo doesn't bother to turn around at the booth worker, but an eyebrow does rise at the thought of Remy cheating. More than how the act is setup in the first place? She nearly scoffs, but instead watches as Remy hits the third and fourth targets with ease.

    The offered dart allows a small smirk to tug at Ororo's lips, blowing on the projectile as Remy is about to make his final shot. Hearing the worker's voice once more, Ororo shakes her head at his tone of voice. "Someone is in a foul mood today, on such a beautiful day too. Such a shame."

Gambit has posed:
"He jus' jealous." Remy says, that devil's smile full bloom on hi features before the dart flicks away from her lips and slams in to the final target. A loud bell and ding with an inwards oscillating lightshow around the booth. Several people around them clap.
The carni sighs and motions at the wall, "What'll it be?"
"The big purple... Elephant? Bear... whatever dat be. Get that down for my lovely lady friend."
A small ladder is set up and the man starts to hook it down, "It is a buffalo."
"Are you sure?" Remy questions. "I suppose, horns or tusks? A tail... big ears... " The stuffed giant animal is dropped on the Cajun's back and shoulder, he doesn't get mad, no, he actually laughs about it and slides an arm over Ororo's own shoulders. Walking away from that booth itself and further in to the carnival, the giant purple whatever-it-is slumped over them.

"Lets see what else dis place got to offer, catch up a bit. I got all night."
"Though... there gotta be a beer garden somewhere around here... I need a smoke."

Storm has posed:
    The pomp and circumstance is a welcome sight, as people around clap and praise Remy on winning the big prize. Ororo is no different, clapping while managing to balance popcorn and sausage in both hands. When the worker throws the purple buffalo down, she looks up to him with a roll of blue eyes.

    Remy's arm and the teddy bear wrap over Ororo as they make their way from the booth. "I think the garden is that way," she says, pointing towards the left of their path. "I could use a drink, actually. All this carnival food is making me thirsty." And then, she takes another bite of the sausage.

    "How are you and Rogue doing?"

Gambit has posed:
The garden soon under the man's feet and Remy lets out a happy exhale. An empty picnic bench being sat on and the purple animal laid out upon the table portion of it.

He pulls out his pack of smokes tapping it on his knee. There are servers wandering with trays full of sytrofoam beer filled cups.
"Rogue and I? We uh, rocky after the whole clone, wedding fail mess but uh she and I taking the steps, been goin' slower but things workin' real well." A grin appears across his features once more, a cigarette placed between his lips as he tips his head down and sparks a match off his palm, puffing away. A quiet, "As well as they can be, considering conditions and things as they be. We both not the sort to talk about it until it come to a head. You know?"

Storm has posed:
    Ororo sits opposite Remy, placing her carnival eats on the table and sits, crossing her legs. As he speaks, she sees one of the servers walking near them and raises her hand to get her attention. The server nods and heads on over.

    "It's good to hear things are going well," Ororo replies. "Beer?"

    She does not give him much time to respond as Ororo informs the waiter she will take two beers. The waitress places them both in front of Remy and Ororo, and Ororo reaches into her pocket and pulls out a twenty dollar bill. Handing it to the worker, she lifts the cup in a cheers to Remy.

Gambit has posed:
Four beers around here not a horrible price. Two set down on the table by the purple paw the others in hand of Storm and Gambit. His cup lifted towards 'Ro, "To your leadership, if it on par wit' your looks, we gonna be legends."
Drinking around his cigarette he swallows after the toast.

"So, you got planned outside of being responsible for all of us maniacs? You maybe wanna rope Rogue away from dem Avengers too. She going soft on us. Behaving an' swearing less, I think shes even matching up her socks."

Storm has posed:
    Ororo can't help but grin as she takes a sip of the beer, placing the cup back on the table afterwards. She considers his question for a moment. "There are a lot of questions to ask, and even more people to ask. We need a team for that." Ororo shakes her head, in correction, "We have a team for that. We just need to focus and execute. Until we do, we run the risk of being vulnerable, and we can't afford to be that as this time."

    "From the school, to the students and faculty, up to the junior X-Men... losing now would be a tremendous loss. Does this make sense?"