15277/Queens and knaves

Queens and knaves
Date of Scene:	01 July 2023
Location:	Main Foyer
Synopsis:	Remy revisits the Mansion and finds Lorna doing some mechanics
Cast of Characters:	Remy LeBeau, Lorna Dane

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Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau pulls up on his motorcycle, a new acquisition while he's been away and probably not a legal one. Oh well. He has his long hair pulled back in a ponytail, sunglasses over his red eyes as he spins around the driveway a few times asnd finally slides into park, knocking down the kickstand with his foot. He isn't in a huge rush to go inside, although he's glad it's summer at least. He has no idea how the other X-men stand having so many teenagers around. There's a reason he's never signed up to teach and he ain't ever gonna do it either, not even if Cyclops tries to make him. Remy doesn't follow orders very well anyway.

He wonders, in fact, who, if anyone, might be around. Could be the team's off on the moon or in Genosha or some shitty little town in the Midwest where the bigots run deep. He supposes he'll find out. He just hopes he doesn't have to deal with anyone giving him grief about the mess last winter. He took care of it now, no more wanted man. Well, at least in this part of the country.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    The garage door is already open, in fact all of them are, with a handful of various cars being aired out with a radio on in the corner. There's a sound of wrenching and twisting. Light, but forceful. Maybe a 10mm being spun around and ratched quite forcefully. Iron Maiden's shouts drown out the cussing from a tiny voice beneath a Mercedes.

     From under the car a lithe pair of legs stick out, heels on the concrete.

    A voice calls out as the volume of the song turns down. "Who's that? If that's you Logan or Scott... Or Ellie. Whoever it is, can you get me a bottle of water and a Mexican coke?" Shouts the mousy voice beneath the car.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau cocks his head as he approaches, pushing his sunglasses up on his forehead. Not who he expected to see under the cars - Scott or Logan, yeah, that's pretty usual, or maybe one of the students, but Lorna?

"I don' mean t'spook ya none, your highness, is just Remy Lebeau, Gambit. I come back from bein' out in the wide world to see my old friends, maybe see if dey be needin' the services of a good Cajun. What you be doin' down there playin' grease monkey, chere? You takin' up Formula 1 racin', gonna be the Genoshan team, eh?"

Lorna Dane has posed:
     Lorna's eyebrow shoots up her forehead while she's still under the car and she uses her powers over metal to slide the cart she was laying on out from under the car.

    "Remy!" She says, groaning loudly and audibly as she pushes her hands down on the concrete. Slowly getting back up onto her feet, the swollen woman who is showing in her pregnancy, a bit of a belly. She's wearing a stained black tank top over a sports bra, and some rough washed blue jeans that are a bit tighter than they were intended. "Maybe I am, but I'm not gonna be much of a driver in my condition." She teases, looking down at herself. "Would you be willing?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau raises an eyebrow of his own, "Well, I'll be damned. I be expectin' some surprises when I got back, but that got me flummoxed near to crazy. Congratulations in order, that sure enough, though I gotta wonder who the father bein'. Last I knew, you wasn't married to none. Not that I judge, I just sorry if I missed a good party," he grins. "Lucky fella he be, o' course, whoever he is."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Lorna doesn't seem to be too concerned about decorum at the moment as she lifts up on her toes to wrap her arms around Remy in a friendly hug. "You're sweet, and I'm not sure I could tell you who the father is." She whispers softly and smirks, pulling away from the hug. "And no, no marriage. Just, living my best life while being the best queen I can." Lorna explains as she smiles back up to Remy.

    "What about you? I haven't seen you in ages, where've you been? Breaking more hearts and fathering your own kids?" She says with a teasing elbow to his ribs.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau returns the hug and pats the Queen gently on the back, "As I say, ain't no judgement from me, chere. You do things de way you want, as long as you happy. Kid gonna be a lucky one no matter what, non? Probably have half o' mutant kind lookin' to help make sure they raise good and safe. That's the way it be in de Thieves' Guild - yeah, you got a mama, but the community throw in together, all get raised up together. O' course, I ain't exactly the best advertisement, given my bad habits," he says with a wink.

"Eh, I got in a little bit o' a scrape with some bad folks. Dragged trouble to the door here, I needed to go away for a while and get it settled so it not be puttin' none o' the folks 'round here in danger, especially legal kinds. Gambit don't wanna be the one to spoil all the good stuff goin' on here."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "Oh, for sure. I know all the people around here and back on Genosha will take care of the kid." Lorna absorbs that wink quietly and yet, she savored the pat on her back. "I'll expect you to help too y'know." Lorna teases and moves to lean her backside against the lifted car and a tilt of her head. Green hair tied in a pony tail dangling behind her from the motion. "What kind of trouble you getting wrapped up in Cajun? You know you can always ask us for help and..." She pauses. "You can always ask /me/ for help." Lorna says, correcting herself. "Especially with legal and not so legal stuff."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau runs a hand through his long hair and grins, "Oh, I know, but it ain't my way to make other people solve my troubles. I got accused o' somehtin' I didn't do. Plenty o' stuff I do could get me in trouble, but I ain't takin' the rap for somebody else, y'know? I appreciate that I can always hide in Genosha, though, if the heat get too bad from the cops. But I got it taken care of."

"Still, I ain't gonna complain you wanna gimme the ol' palace tour. I may be a swamp rat, but I appreciate de finer things plenty. You bein' plenty fine your own self, o' course," he grins.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "Don't get me confused in that shaggy head of yours Remy. I'm willing to get my fingernails dirty too." She says with a knowing look towards Remy. "Helping you hide and helping you face your problems head on are two different things. Both things I'm offering, but different." She smiles that winning Dane smile. "But of course, I'll give you the tour of the palace, but I'm taking a long weekend for myself." Lorna takes a deep breath and crosses her arms beneath her chest and looks at Remy's shoes. "You just getting back in from this dangerous trip to right wrongs?" Then after a pause, "Did you win?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins widely, "Ah, I always be winnin', madamoisselle, one way or the other. Gambit find a way."

"And I know you ain't no snob, chere, I know you been down in the trenches like the rest of us. World takes us strange places, non? I never figure I have so many friends - or so many enemies," he says.

He moves over to lean against the car next to her, hopping up a bit to sit on the hood and dangle his long legs. "Be careful, though, I ain't like some o' these folks what don't ever take advantage. You offer me somethin', I gonna take you up on it. I ain't good at denyin' myself. This good guy thing still feel a little bit funny."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "Remy, all this feels a bit funny." Lorna addendums, rubbing her slight belly, then spins a socket wrench above her hand. She then looks around the garage and finally ends with a look at Remy's eyes. "A lot bit funny." She chides.

    The girl looks at Remy sitting on the car and smirks, but doesn't voice her thoughts about that. "I hope you take me up on it. I quite enjoy sharing my ... found fortunes. And I need help with ideas. Ororo's been helping, and Carol and others, but dang, I worry I'm always going to fuck things up."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau sprawls incautiously, shamelessly slouching, shrugging off his longcoat to leave him in a sleeveless tank top. He only wears the jacket in summer in case he crashes the bike anyway - road rash is a bitch.

"I'll take you up on anything you offer me, pretty, I think that pretty obvious, non?" he chuckles. "As for fuck-ups, well, I be one o' the original fuck-ups, but I always find my way. We survivors, you and me."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "I'd raise a toast to us survivors, but I'm still waiting for you to get me that drink I asked about." Lorna says, bumping her shoulder into Remy, and falling silent for a brief moment. "So, what's next, mon ami?" She says, borrowing his phrase.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins, "I know where the cooler is," he says, brushing up against her, "Non-alcoholic, o' course, although I hope you don't mind de Cajun havin' 'imself a beer none," he says. He makes his way to the cooler in the back, getting out a beer for him and a Coke for Lorna, popping the tops off with the little thingamajig. He playfully charges one and sends it flicking across the driveway to explode in a few sparks.

"Some early fireworks for you. Eh, well, I dunno. I figure there'd probably be things to do here, places I could help out. I ain't got nothin' in mind. Why, you got some ideas to keep me busy?"

Lorna Dane has posed:
     Taking the offered bottle, Lorna holds it up to her lips and takes the remaining bottle cap to slowly spin between her fingers. Literally floating in an elaborate figure '8' shape between her outstretched fingers. "I got a few ideas." She says, taking a deep breath after taking another sip with an Aaaah.

    "First thing is I need to finish this bitch's oil change. I got the pan under there, but I can't for the life of me get the oil plug out. Some a-hole cross threaded it or something." Not as sultry as she had been even moments before.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins, "How 'bout I lend you a hand? I ain't no mechanic, but I can do a few t'ings, then maybe you and me can find somethin' more fun to do. All work and no play, after all, eh, your highness?"

He takes a long drink of his beer and wipes the back of his mouth with his hand. "Maybe I can give that cap a try. I got good fingers, at least dat's what all my exes be tellin' me."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Lorna takes a step away from the car and motions towards the mechanics skate board with her foot. "Get the dirty work done first and then we'll see how the afternoon goes from there." The monarch says with a knowing smirk and a deep pull from her coke bottle. "And if your fingers were /that/ good, they wouldn't be exes, would they?" She says with a foot nudging against his boot.