58/Don't Bluff with a Gambler

Don't Bluff with a Gambler
Date of Scene:	16 April 2017
Location:	Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Deadzone, Gambit

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Deadzone has posed:
Tatum has been keeping mostly to herself sense she got to the mansion. This whole being in a different dimension thing is confusing. And to be 8 years in her future makes it all the more so. She tries to make herself a coffee, stunned at how much the Keurig has improved. Still, at least the sugar bowl hasn't changed.

Tatum scoops several spoons of sugar into her coffee, her sweet tooth being as prominent as ever, and then heads to the breakfast nook to look out at the gardens as she sips at her coffee.

Gambit has posed:
    Stepping into the kitchen wearing an old and abused white t-shirt, Remy shuffles his feet in worn out cloth sandles and looking more like a beach bum than a card shark in the morning. His red eyes are barely opened as he bumbles his way over to the fridge after getting a cup and pours himself a drink of milk. Spotting Tatum however, he peps up a bit, "Mornin' cher... cher... w'at's y' name cutie?"

Deadzone has posed:
Looking over at Remy, Tatum smiles. She knows him, but like everyone else here, he doesn't know her. It's weird. She gives him a warm lazy smile, and decides maybe she should play with the Cajun. "It's Tatum. I would figure after last night you would remember."

Gambit has posed:
"You'd be surprised by how much I don' remember 'bout 'las' nights'." Remy says with a teasing wink and lifts up the cup to take a sip before he opens the freezer and pulls out about three frozen waffles and tosses them into the toaster. "Would y' be kind enough t' remind me w'at I did las' night?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum puts on a hurt face, bringing a hand to her chest. Her outfit consists of a man's dress shirt and a belt, the size of the shirt on her implying that it was either Beast's or Colossus because it is big enough to be a dress on her. "You are my sun and stars! I dwell in darkness without you! And you don't remember any of it? Seems I wasn't very memorable at all. Le sigh."

Gambit has posed:
"Odd, considering I was in town all night and just rolled in." The teacher says with a knowing smirk as he looks over to the girl in the way over sized shirt. "Plus, if t'at were true, why are you wearin' someone else's clothes, Ta'um..." Remy says with a squint in her direction.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum laughs, snapping her fingers. "Can't put one past you, can I? I'll have to try harder. It's Tatum. Hank brought me here last night to meet up with Chuck. My clothes were sort of trashed and since it was late, he lent me some things till I can go out with the girls and get some things of my own to wear." She sips at her coffee and gestures to the other side of the nook. "Join me?"

Gambit has posed:
"I could pilfer some of the girl's clothes if you need somethin' now. Don' wan' t'e new girl lookin' like she' on t'e walk o' shame, do we?" Remy says as he sets the timer on his breakfast and walks over to the girl at the table. Sitting beside her and looking up into her eyes deeply. "Wha' happened t' you?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum shakes her head, her black hair in a messy bun at the top of her head and strands spilling down around her face. "I don't need you stealing for me. Besides, it's only a walk of shame if you're ashamed of it. Otherwise, it's a walk of pride." She waggles her brows and takes a long sip of her coffee, holding the mug for it's warmth.

When asked what happened, Tate lets out a sigh. "Well, apparently, some alien being thought that I needed to be in your dimension. Stole me from mine and put me here. I didn't know what to do, so I called Hank, but he didn't know me, naturally. We needed Chuck to get into my noggin to verify that I really am who I say I am."

Gambit has posed:
Remy sits still, listening to the girl's story. "True, but I don' t'ink you wan' t'e studen's t'inkin' you're easy, do ya?" Remy asks, poking at her waist with a playful finger. "T'at soun's like Chuck an' Hank. Always double checkin' and bein' cautious an' safe. "T'at's not my style. I'm a bit more, shoot first, talk t' cuties at t'e same time." The cajun winks.

Deadzone has posed:
Looking at him as he speaks, Tatum gets a brief look at what Remy's eyes would look like without his mutantcy. She snorts softly. "Oh please, the students already know abou.... Oh... my world. Yeah, I guess we should protect the students from finding out about me just yet. Anna Marie and I usually trade clothes where I'm from. Is she here? In this world? I could really use my bestie right about now."

Gambit has posed:
"She is, but I'm not sure swappin' clothes with a studen' would be the best idea Tate." Remy says, leaning back and obviously he's looking her over even through the oversized shirt. "Now t'at you say it t'ough... you two are similar." Maybe he said too much then.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum looks confused. "I'm sorry....did you just say student? Buuuuut, she's a teacher here. Like me. How... old is she then?" It is hard enough coming to terms with the fact that she is in a world so very much like hers that isn't hers, but now she has to deal with something not being the way she remembers them? "So .... how old is Logan?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy pats her wrist just as his timer goes off enticing him to stand up as he speaks, "She is 18, a senior, and as far as Logan, I don' t'ink anyone knows t'at answer." Remy says, pulling down a paper plate out of a cabinet and grabbing his waffles with a hiss as they are awfully hot. "I's a lot t' take in I know, but I'll help how I can cher."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum glares out the window, fingers thrumming on her mug angrily. "So, my best friend is a student, my boyfriend is too weirded out to even contemplate the idea, and I was never born. Remy, hunny, saying that it's a lot to take in is a mother fu---, no swearing where the students can hear, Tate... is a cotton-picking mouthful."

Gambit has posed:
    Remy cocks up a single eyebrow and frowns at Tatum, he doesn't know how hard that could be, he can't sympathise this time. "Well, cheri, I'm here for you now." He says, opening the fridge to get some butter and nutella. Setting his plate and condiments down he walks over to Tatum, stands over her a moment before bending over and wrapping his arms around the lost woman.

Deadzone has posed:
The hug is what she needed more then anything else. It's what she wanted last night when she first called Hank, but with all the confusion, she never managed to get it. She wraps her arms around Remy and hugs him tight, shutting her eyes tight to stop herself from crying. Goth girls don't cry. She pulls away, still touching Remy so she can look in his eyes again. "I love your eyes when you touch me. Their a pretty blue."

Gambit has posed:
Remy starts to pull back but stops, he's sensing something more in her, but he blinks a few times. "I had almos' forgotten m'self." Remy notes softly, pulling her back for a hug again, but then his arm scoops under her legs and picks her up, and he starts to carry her towards the kitchen door.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate lets out a yelp of surprise as she is scooped up and carried towards the door. "Reeeeemy? Where are you taking me? Or are you gonna Danger Room me to test out my skills?" She smiles and gives Remy a bit of a tickle. "You know, I didn't hurt my legs when I landed here. I'm perfectly capable of walking."

Gambit has posed:
Remy has since forgotten about his breakfast and is carrying Tate up the steps towards the rooms, and obviously he doesn't care about who all might see though there are few people up this early on a sunday. He looks into her eyes with his own, not speaking as he moves up each step slowly.

Deadzone has posed:
As he continues not to talk and carrying her up the stairs, Tate starts to worry. On her world, Remy and Tate flirted like mad, but it never went beyond that. They both knew that their true interests were elsewhere and so the flirting was just playful banter for fun. "Remy? Where are you taking me?" She asks, wondering if perhaps she bit off more then she could chew.

Gambit has posed:
"I'm taking you t' bed." Remy says flatly with a soft smile as he carries her to an empty bed room, sparesly furnished and he moves to lower her onto the memory foam mattress with a bit of care and then, before he lets go, he hugs her again. "Sleep longer. Le' your body get used t' this new place." He says calmly and brushes a strand of hair from her forehead. "I'll leave some clothes in t'e closet when you wake back up."

Deadzone has posed:
When he says he's taking her to bed, her eyes go wide. "Remy. Hun. Uhhh... listen, you're really nice, and cute as hell, but I don't know if we... I was just teasing! You know, like we always do. Only you don't know that. Ummm... I don't want you to think that I... Oh hell!" She swallows deeply as she is laid down on the bed, not saying no, but also not saying yes. Waiting for what the Cajun will do next. When he starts to leave the room, Tatum blinks. "You did that on purpose, didn't you? Just to watch me squirm."

Gambit has posed:
"I was curious, but also concerned." Remy says with a wink as he opens the door and starts to slip out. "Rest more Tate. Fo' me."

Deadzone has posed:
"But I'm not tired, Remy. I'm just... lonely." She sits up in the bed and pats the area beside her. "I know this is a little unorthodox, but really, I just want to be held and my boyfriend isn't my boyfriend anymore. I don't suppose... you'd be willing to just hold me? Tell me about this world, about who's around, what they are like? Everyone is so much younger here then I remember. Even Hank seems younger then he was where I am from."

Gambit has posed:
Remy's eyes close when she speaks and he understands that need, and moving over to the bed he kicks off his sandals and climbs up to press his front agaisnt her back, one arm draping over her side and breathing softly against her neck. "W'at do you wan' t' know Tate?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum takes Remy's arms and holds them around her. She pinches her eyes closed again as the urge to cry wells up. The full weight of her situation is only just starting to hit. "Well... Illyana? Is she around? Is Bobby? What teams do we have? Is it just the one, or have you guys divided into Blue and Gold? Is Scott still an asshole?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy feels this urge to let go and whispers softly that it's okay, he's here for her. Then breathing softly against her neck and ear he answers. "I've never heard of Illyana, and Bobby, is somewhere, I'm sure. I only know about t'e one X-man team and always, Scott's a huge a-hole." Remy smirks softly, the tone of his voice changing around his lips.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate rolls over so that she is facing Remy, resting her head against his chest. "No Illyana? So no Piotr then either? Or has Illyana not been born yet?" She laughs when Remy confirms that Scott is still an asshole. "Well, at least some things never change. I don't think I'd be able to comprehend a genuinely nice Scott." She looks up at him and smiles, then gives him another squeeze, as if to say thank you for the closeness.

Gambit has posed:
He can't help but twist his legs with her, keeping them closer than friendship might allow but he isn't worried about that at the moment. This girl needs him and he's going to be here. His hands stay on her shoulder and one under her head like a pillow. "T'ere are bound to be a bunch more similarities t'an you might expect." Remy says, keeping her hopes up, or that's his aim.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate smiles and gives him another squeeze. "Well, you being your lady man self is still the same. This is actually funny. The two teachers that were the most lascivious finally in a room alone. Mind you, I guess I'm not a teacher anymore. It's not like I can go to Juilliard and get a new copy of my degree."

Gambit has posed:
"Oh, were we? So this is somet'in' you've been worried about or hopin' for for a long time?" Remy asks, his eyes softly gazing at the top of her black hair, his body warm and not flushing either but still keeping her company and touching her gently. "T'at would be difficult, yes."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum thinks about how to answer that. "You were older on my world. We sort of recognized each other as kindred spirits. We would flirt, but that`s as far as it got. Besides, I have .. or I guess had, a boyfriend, so I was off limits. Cause as flirty as you may be, you are still a gentleman." Another hug, clinging onto something that is familiar. "Yes, I can see it now. "Hi! I'm from another dimension and forgot to bring my documentation with me. Can you just print me off a copy of my Bachelor of Strings so I can start looking for work again?"

Gambit has posed:
"You still have t'e skills of strings, jus' go wit' t'at." Remy says and pulls her closer still, bodies pressed together intimately. "I am a gentleman, but anyt'ing you need I'm here for ya Tate." The cajun says softly, starting to fall asleep himself.