18257/Is June Is Pool

Is June Is Pool
Date of Scene:	09 June 2024
Location:	Swimming Pool / Patio Deck
Synopsis:	A pool in June has to be enjoyed with shenanigans!
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Remy LeBeau, Negasonic, Bobby Drake, Jean Grey

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Rogue has posed:
With it being summer vacation time again, what is a Poetry teacher to do to entertain herself during the long day at a mansion with a giant lake to the north, or a sparkling pool just outside the east wing hallways. Naturally, she's found herself at the pool. Besides, the kids tend to hang out around the lake more, and that is always best avoided, as the pool is generally meant for the faculty, or for whatever Mutant training might benefit from such a place.

In the now, with the afternoon sun high in the sky, the Belle of Mississippi is standing beside the kitchen and food prep area. She's putting together a drink from the ice chest, scooping cubes of frozen water in to her cup. Dressed in a black and green two-piece swimsuit, with a dark green sheer wrap around her hips, the Belle is just in full summer mode. She has a bit of classic rock music playing quietly on the speakers around the pool, and is glancing at her phone as she pours in some red juice, and sadly no alcohol as that usually comes at a price here in such a public setting at the school.

With her back toward the house, Rogue hums along to the music, thudding the door to the ice chest closed, as she turns on her sandaled feet toward the pool itself. She raises her drink up to sip it, her left hand snatching her phone off of the counter, as she strides toward the loungers along the side of said luxurious pool, a calm breeze rushing across the area, casting her brown and white hair haphazardly around her shoulders. She finds a suitable place to seat herself, her items being set down on the small table beside the lounge chair, as she sinks down on to its edge, and adjusts her stylish aviators upon her nose to battle the sun rays in her eyes.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy's off of monitor duty and much like Rogue has chosen to make the pool the place to be. The Cajun makes his way out the back door in a pair of board shorts and flip-flops, a towel tossed over his shoulder and a pair of dark sunglasses slipped over his ruby red eyes.

Upon seeing the backside of Rogue he pauses his advance. Maybe it's the view, or maybe it is he isn't sure how this will go since the last time he saw her ended up with him confessing his true feelings and her walking away. There is a moment of hesitation that is unusual for the Bayou-Brat as he weighs the possible outcomes in his mind, much like calculating the odds at the craps table, or counting the cards at Blackjack.

Decision made, he shrugs his shoulder slightly and lets out a little breath through his nose as he ventures forth, pasting his smile on his face regardless of what he might feel inside.

"Afternoon, chere," he says with a start as he reaches up and scratches at an itch on his chest. "Need help with your sunscreen?"

Negasonic has posed:
Lurking, always lurking. In the pool house that she had claimed as her own, there were already changes. Dark blackout shades hang in the windowsill. Those that glance through them, when they were open or when the fluttering curtains revealed the lair beneath would find more dark furniture.

Ellie was tidy for her age, and things were arranged and orderly, except for things like... the stuffed bat hanging from the ceiling, the plastic skull atop the fridge, the guitar she was going to learn to play sometime, and whatever.

Right now, though, she was creeping a bit.

After all, Rogue was out there in a swimsuit.

And that leaves Negasonic in a predicament. Watch and be a little bit of a creep, or... you know. Go say hi. Let them know you were around. And so... soon after Remy makes his way there, the door to the pool house looms open, and out steps Ellie.

She was barefoot (and wore black polish on her toenails too). She wore a simple t-shirt - black, advertising some aggressive-looking band with unreadable letters, and denim jeans.

She lifts her chin. One hand held her connection to the universe, her fancy phone. The other? Coffee.

"'sup?" she asks.

"...are you using the sunscreen line? I gotta know," she says to Remy.

Rogue has posed:
Being that it is 'current year', Rogue has her phone up in her hand after she leans back against the lounger chair. With her eyes upon its screen through her shades, and her long legs up on the chair's cushion, she kicks her sandals off on to the ground a second after Remy arrived. She didn't notice him until he spoke, and when she looked up toward him, she let a smile appear on her red hued lips. Her eyes went back to her phone, as she tapped and scrolled with one thumb. She was about to respond, when the pool house door opened up, and Ellie made a rare sighting. Ellie's comment got a light laugh from the Belle, who then went to shake her head.

"It takes a long time for the sun to actually have any effect on me. I could sit out here like this for a couple hours an' be just fine. Means tannin' don't come easy neither, but... hey, honestly, sittin' out here ain't hard either."

She beamed a smile toward Gambit, then over to Ellie. "Nice to see you come out while the sun was still up, Sugah. I pulled some juice from the fridge if ya wanna pour yourself a drink."

Her phone was dropped down on the cushion beside her right hip, and Rogue raised her right knee up, her hand going to rest atop it.

She eyed Gambit. "You gonna do some laps, keep those muscles toned for your extensive datin' life?" She asks, insinuating she may have heard stories, gossip!? Or she's just teasing him because she always did, and always will?

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy continues on he way, popping by the cooler that was just vacated by Rogue and seeing if there is anything in there to steal for himself. Making a selection of something, the Cajun continues to go find a place to put his towel over by Rogue. Her smile makes his brow arch just ever so slightly, almost imperceptible unless you know Remy as well as Rogue does. It's his look of surprise, and maybe a hint of confusion, that is quickly masked.

"Don't mean I still don't want to help you apply the lotion, chere. Better safe than sorry." he quips with a smile as he start to set up his towel. He looks over Ellie's way as she slips out of the pool house and offers her a smile in greeting, with a little nod. "Petite. Never hurts to go with the classics." The sunglasses hide it, but the facial movements suggest a wink.

He looks back to Rogue, "That was the plan, oui, though you know there is really only one woman in my life, chere."

Negasonic has posed:
The look that Ellie gives Rogue, at least at first, about the juice comment might be something akin to an evil eye. But she purses her black-painted lips tighter as she keeps whatever biting commentary that she had to herself. Somewhat.

"You keep the juice out here for any kids that might come by?" she asks. A small snort as she sees Remy look for it. "Check behind the beer, if you're going for the apple juice," she says to him, although she pauses.

"Thanks," she says again to Rogue. "I had people thinking I was a vampire like Jubilee or something," she says, peering up at the sun as she frowns a bit deeper.

"I know you have tough skin, Rogue, but... melanoma is something serious. Very serious. You should let him put the lotion on the skin," she says.

"Or I'll get the hose again," she says, lifting her eyebrows up in a vaguely threatening form, as she looks back towards Rogue.

Ellie sips her coffee.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby's been gone for a bit, off living his best Bobby life where the sun is bright and the drinks are served in cocoanuts, if you go by his tan. Which is kind of funny for a dude who goes by Iceman right? That's funny isn't it? Even if it's not, he's only landed a few hours ago and spent enough time in the mansion to unpack, chop it up with Hank in the lab, and change into a pair of floral pattern swim trunks with an unbuttoned Hawa'ii shirt dangling open over a bare chest.

Hair in a manbun.

He's got a manbun.

And a BEARD!

Flip flop flaps as he comes out from the mansion draped in towel, a towel with sponge bob on it, across his shoulders. Gripping both ends. Peering between Rogue's and Remy's and coffee drinking Ellie's. "Are you drinking coffee in Summer time? That's really sticking to your gimmick, isn't it?" A grin on his face, flip flops dropping beside him when he swings into a lounge chair near the cooler. "Is there something other than coffee in this?"

Rogue has posed:
What the Cajun fires back with, has Rogue smiling at him again. She softly shakes her head from side to side though, as the Louisianna native seems intent on testing her, which may or may not be why she has openly avoided him for over half a year. That seems to have lightened up lately, however.

"Oh, you're joining his side, are you?" She fires back to Negasonic, another laugh coming from the Mississippian. she draws in a deep breath, and glances to the side table beside her lounge chair. Her legs are swung off the chair, her bare feet touching down upon the ground beside it, as she reaches for the cabinet door to pull out one of the stowed bottles of sun screen found within.

Rising up to her full height, the Belle pulls her wrap off of her hips, and drapes it over the back of the chair. "Truth is, I have been backin' off the mental trick I use to make my skin safe for others. I've been gettin' worse an' worse headaches the longer I keep it up." She explains, as she slips back down on to the chair. "Been workin' with Jean to try an' figure out why that barrier seems to have some kinda degradin' effectiveness, but we're still a bit unsure on it. It's like my Mutation is adaptin, though, and gets real angry if my trick keeps it down for very long."

She says all of this as she starts to apply the lotion to her legs herself!

"So yes, may come a time where I'm back to bein' a scary damn danger to all of ya... Which begs the question, do I let ya do the lotion while ya still can, or just cut everyone off again from the chance at all." She smirks at her own situation, playing up her ego as she is one to do.

"And the drinks are non alcoholic in the ice chest. Don't get excited." She warns Ellie, with a grin cast her way.

With the arrival of Bobby, Rogue's sunglasses-covered eyes shoot over to the source of his voice, and she sits up on her chair again, legs stretched out in front of her, glistening with that applied sun screen. "Hey! Stranger. Nice t'see ya" She tells the Iceman, smiling at him as he strides on out with them. "The ice chest has it all, save for anything with booze. Ya'll gotta remember we're still crawlin with rambunctious youths around here..."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
As Rgoue goes for the lotion, Remy the brow visible from over the sunglasses rises and he starts to move like he is going to help her with the lotion. That is until she pulls the bait and switch on him and he lets out a little huff of sound out of his nose. The Cajun shakes his head as he sits back down, moving to lounge on the chair, but keeping his eyes on Rogue.

"Since when has Remy /ever/ cared about the danger," he quips with a snort. "Some things are just worth the risk."

He opens the drink he grabbed from the ice chest, even though it has been declared non-alcoholic, and takes a sip. "It's summer. Less of the little ones about. Maybe we install an adults only cooler out here that needs a passcode or something, so we don't have to drink like children, non?" He looks over at Ellie, "How old are you now?"

He glances over at Bobby, and at first it takes the Cajun a moment to put it all together as to what his eyes are actually showing him. "Bobby? That you, mon ami?" The Cajun grins sitting up more, "Well I'll be. Welcome back."

Negasonic has posed:
Ellie gives Bobby a glance, as she taps her short nails against her coffee mug. "I like coffee. It's not really a gimmick. Not like a manbun phase," she says to him, her eyes drawn down to her phone, her RBF in full force today - but when was it ever not? "What else am I supposed to drink?" she asks.

"Don't worry, Rogue," she says to her. "I just want to live vicariously through him or whatever," she says, the Genoshan mutant taking another sip of the same.

"That sucks, Rogue. Sorry," she says, when she reveals the troubles with her power. Although it goes to the ice chest again. "... I don't get excited," she says, although now her frown was much more robust on the ice chest.

She does meander towards the ice chest though, only to snap her eyes towards Remy when he asks her age. "Not a kid anymore," she adds. She was 19, and getting all gangly and weird. "Yeah, a passcode. That'll keep all the kids out of it," she says. Was that sarcasm in her tone? She was rolling her eyes.

Maybe with all of the hackers and tech-savvy mutants here... a passcode would be less secure than one might otherwise think.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Christ, has it really been two years?

Well one peek at the Wiki sure seems to suggest that it's been two years.

Apparently a whole lot can change in that time! Bobby looks all tanned up, sporting a manbun, with a beard... and some things will never change at all! Non-alcoholic drinks in the cooler. He flips open the lid with a grunt when being told it's all juices and sodas inside, "I've spent the last two years sipping fruity drinks out of a cocoanut, with not a single name brand pop within a quarter mile of my hammock." He pulls one of the sodas from the cooler and a bit of frost runs up the side, just cold enough that it's slushie when he pops the top and guzzles it greedily.

Then holds it up, label out, just in case there's a camera around the corner for product placement purposes.

Only for Ellie to kick him in the jibblettes, "I'd say something about a goth phase, but you'll just say something unnecessarily mean and call me a boomer. I'm skipping all that." A grin on his face as he whips around and crosses his bare feet. Can resting on the lounge chair beside him. "You drink all the coffee you want, short, dark, and spooky. You're a grown ass woman. You want your breath to smell like a Science Teachers breakroom, that's your choice."

A glance to Rogue and Remy, leaning a little over onto his elbow, "Good to see you two haven't changed. The cute ones never do." Clearly he didn't get the relationship update memo.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue was still seated up on the lounge chair, when Bobby replied to all parties involved. She let a smirk cross her lips, before she glanced around at the three of them. "Nobody cares if an adult buys booze and brings it out here to the pool, so long as we stay with it and keep guard of it. I just didn't feel like goin' down to the store to get it. I hadn't planned on drawin' so many of ya outta your hidey places.. But should we schedule a actual gatherin' out here, I'd be the first to go grab some more mature beverages."

The second Remy might spare a glance somewhere past her, is when she strikes. The sun screen bottle is tossed toward him, and she kicks her legs off the lounger again. "You're up, Romeo." She tells the Cajun, her hands moving to her shoulders to gather her hair up and lift it up off her shoulders, her back offered to him with obvious insinuation. Permission granted, it seems.

Her eyes go toward Ellie, and Bobby, a grin at their banter as she starts tying her hair up in a bun on the crown of her head. "One'a you could sneak in to Logan's place an' grab some of his drinks too, if you like t'live dangerously."

At Bobby, she beams a smile toward him. "I like the bun, and where the hell have ya been anyhow? One person said 'Bobby went to 'italy' while another was all like, 'No no, he is runnin a dance club down in Mexico.' I figured you were really just watchin' movies an' eatin' cheesy poofs somewhere, though."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy was looking at Bobby, and the last thing that he was actually expecting was Rogue to take him up on his offer...just like she planed. The bottle of sunscreen arcs the short distance between the Southern Bell and the Bayou Brat and thunks him right in the chest. It's only by his unnaturally high physical prowess that he manages to catch the sunscreen before it hits the floor.

The Cajun stares at the bottle in his hand, then looks at Rogue with her hair pulled away from her back, then back at the bottle and when it finally clicks to what she said, and what is in his hand, he takes a cautious step forward with a brow arched high behind his sunglasses. He pops the top, applies some of the sunscreen to his hands, and starts to rub it into Rogue's shoulders and upper back.

"I'm not even one to go sneaking into Logan's to try and snatch a bottle, and I'm one who like to live dangeriously."

Glancing to Ellie in that dry sarcastic tone, Remy grins with a wink, like he knows that the passcodes on anything out here wouldn't be hard to circumvent. Maybe that was the point. "Sure it will, the ones that matter anyway." Remy might work security for the school these days, but babysitting the students? Maybe he thinks that falls on someone else's job description.

Continuing to rub the lotion into Rogue's shoulders and back, he leans in and whispers something to her before snickering slightly and looking to Bobby. "Oh...the more things change the more things stay the same, Bobby." Still, he doesn't do any corrections on what Bobby might perceive. "I could pull off a man-bun. Beard? Not so sure. Remy looks good with stubble though."

Negasonic has posed:
"Sorry we're not ritzy enough for you here in Westchester," says Ellie to Bobby at that, her lip-ring glittering in the sunlight as she steps a little further out into the sun. "Do you feel better, at least? From your vacation?" she asks, her forever-glower still lingering on her face, especially when he preemptively figures out her counterplay.

And he kicks her in her drink choice too.

*Now* she was definitely frowning. Although Bobby manages to get a wince out of her at the last thing he says. "Logan's a good guy," she says to the group at large. "Kinda... scary when he really gets going, though. Saw him hack through a bunch of ninjas the other day," she says. "Only time I've really seen him be alive. Most of the rest of the time, he's just... slouching somewhere. Doing old man things," she says.

A heady sigh now, and she follows the path of the bottle towards Remy. Now there was interest in her eyes.

"No whispering," she tells Remy and Rogue. "If I'm gonna creep on this, I want all the details," she says.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Pale blue eyes move between the pair what is Rogue & Remy as they do their back and forth, then grins when the bottle of lotion hurls in the Cajun's direction. A leg up, tilting out as he sips more of his frosty beverage and sets it on the concrete beside his lounger. His hand slips behind his head, muscle flexing in the sun, with a squint of one eye when he looks out over the pool shimmering crystal like in the light. "Hah, that's going to be a no from me... actually, wait..." He sits up suddenly, hands on either side of his knees.

"What if I sneak in there, grab up one of his cheap ass bottles of whiskey and replace it with watered down Dr Pepper? Could you imagine his face when he takes a swallow?" Both hands up, fists clenched, shouting playfully up into the sky, "Boooobbyyyyyyyy!" Wiggling his fist. "Worth taking a beating for it, especially if someone gets a video of him when he chugs the bottle. (a correction only seen because of a common premature posing)"

Glancing around at them. "Yeah, maybe not."

THUNK

Remy takes a sun screen bottle to the chest, but it doesn't seem to affect his adventuring career. Pale blue eyes track this action, arms laid on his thighs. That was atypical of the Cajun, who really appears to be caught off guard by Rogue's agreement. Squinty, squint. Then a look to Ellie, "Eh, I wouldn't say 'not ritzy enough'. It's Westchester, though. Kind of rustic, you know? Rural. There's, at the very least, five Guthries inside." Pointing up at the mansion, "That makes the place Kentucky by Common Law.. Kentucky step cousin, thrice removed."

Finger guns, bang bang. "Both. Well, technically both." To Rogue, "I -was- in Mexico, but I was living my best life with a hunky Italian name of Leonardo. A painter, I think. Real flashy with his cash, you know? Never did get to own a club, though. Alas.. Not really the 'settling down' type, you know? Plus there's the giant killer robots showing up on the television. WHICH.. no matter what language they say it in..." He wiggles a finger in the air.

"Seems more important. Alas, poor Leonardo. I left him a beautiful goodbye note."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue was working her hands with a experienced expertise at crafting a suitable bun for the crown of her head, as Remy got in and close to put that sun screen on her bare back. As such, her chin was down, but her eyes were up on ellie and Bobby before her. What Remy whispered to the Belle had a smile crossing her lips, and a shake of her head at Ellie calling him out for his secrets. "He said he was gonna convince Bobby to let him do his back next." She fires back to the coffee drinker.

"Of course, I sent Jean a text to join me out here when she got done with her work, so ya might get a shot at puttin' some on here too, dependin' on stress levels. Turns out dropping the Headmistress title doesn't seem to change much of your workload."

She casts another grin, and drops her hands down to the tops of her bare knees, as she looks back over her shoulder at the Bayou boy behind her. "Takin' your sweet time back there." She states toward him, her back as muscled and shapely as the Cajun likely knows it to be.

When she reaches up to remove her shades, Rogue looks back toward Negasonic, her shades set down by her phone on the table beside the lounge chair. "When ya gonna suit up and become a pool bum, Ellie? I know you didn't claim the pool house just so you can black out the windows and hide in there all summah..." She smiles toward the explosive mutant.

"Leonardo should get an invite t'join ya out here, Bob. Move on up t'Westchester, tell us all your dirty lil' Mexico secrets..." It seems she's moved on to teasing Bobby next. "An' I think Logan has had a rougher life than any of us really can realize, which is why he is like he is. I'm just glad he's still hangin' around here. I like his presence. Makes me feel a little bit safer, even if he is a Ninja magnet."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"That's not what I said, and you know it petite. Not that I won't put lotion on Bobby if he wants." The Cajun grins with a chuckle and a look over at Bobby with a shrug (see!) of his shoulder. "Remy is confident enough in himself that it ain't a big deal."

Finally, with some reluctance, and probably because Rogue called him out on it, Remy stops rubbing her back with the lotion. "Never rush a good thing, chere," Remy says to Rogue as he moves away from her, "You never know when you may get another opportunity." And, because he likes to live dangerously, he goes in to give the Belle a kiss on the cheek.

Looking over at Bobby, Remy looks at the bottle of lotion in his hand and the back to Bobby. "You want lotion, you come over here. I'm no Leonardo."

Negasonic has posed:
A small sound of either incredulity or amusement at what Bobby says. Knowing Negasonic, probably a little of each. "Well, with some of the Guthries run off to the Brotherhood, I think we just narrowly avoided Kentucky status," she says. There was interest in her eyes again as he recounts the tale of Leonardo, painted lips pursed tight as she snaps her eyes towards him. "Don't worry, we're happy to have you back here with us," she says in a droll tone of voice.

Tongue touches her upper teeth as Rogue talks about Bobby helping Remy next. "Only if we can end the circle of life with you rubbing sunscreen on me, Rogue," says Negasonic.

"I'll even run in and throw on a sports bra or something - I don't even own any swimsuits yet," she says. "I'd probably go for a one-piece, anyways," she murmurs, her eyes a little narrowed.

And in spite of her momentum of wanting to stick with the coffee... she sets it aside on a little table, squatting by the cooler to rummage it, super interested in the Bobby and Remy dynamic but also trying not to show it, with glances over her shoulder towards them every so often as she finds some root beer in there. That seems to suit her mood.

"Ninjas, vampires - he attracts all kinds of weirdness," she ends to Rogue.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobb-oh raises a brow at Rogue's secret sharing of Remy whispers and snickers, rolling his pale blue eyes. His natural inclination is to make this as absolutely awkward as he absolutely can, which, given Bobby is rather well known for his well trained ability of Awkwardio-fu? How slowly and seductively can Bobby pull off an unbuttoned Hawaiin shirt? Very, as it turns out.

Pushing up from the lounger, he lets it fall back down where he'd just vacated, only pausing in approaching Remy long enough to touch the can of Root Beer Ellie pulls from the cooler and give it a nice frosty charge. "It's better as a slushie." A wink down at her.

Then he's hip swinging his way over to where Remy is lathering down Rogue's back. "Don't worry about Leonardo, I'm pretty sure he'll be fine. Besides, not exactly his crowd, you know? Roberto, maybe?" Did Ellie just say a Gutherie joined the Brotherhood?

Bobby stops swishing his hips and glances down and back at her, brow furrowed. "Seriously?" Then over to Rogue and Remy, looking between them. "Why would a.. Guthrie.. join... Them?" Two years is a long time. Logan's still here, at least.

Bobby tilts his head and glances around, not really looking at anything in particular. That temporary, truly transient period of uncharacteristic Bobby seriousness evaporates with a glance at Ellie. "Wednesday came out on Netflix and you just said 'screw it, I'm in' huh?"

Rogue has posed:
With the kiss delivered to her cheek, Rogue just smirks at the Cajun's ever-bold attitude. She had let her eyes close for a second, but then slipped them open again to shoot a smile toward Ellie. She shakes her head from side to side, with the dark brown hair of her head tied up, and the white bangs left loose around the sides of her face, they wave against her cheeks. "If I unlocked the 'Get Ellie in the swimmin spirit' somehow, then you've earned a bit'a sun screen application." She fires back, nodding her head toward Ellie's claimed domicile beside the pool's patio. "Go get suited up, an' I'll get ya protected from our vengeful sun gods."

Her eyes go over to Bobby as he begins his dance of seduction toward the Cajun, which causes the Belle to crack a much wider smile, even a little bubbly laugh. "Oh, I should get this on recording..." She comments, but doesn't reach for her phone because her hands are all still coated up in the lotion.

At the talk of the Guthries, though, Rogue's expression falls a bit more serious. "There has been a rise in kids sayin' that the Brotherhood are fightin for Mutants 'the right way' more of late. Seems like our old friends are back t'killin' people all willy nilly too, so I'd argue that such a thing is anything close to bein' 'right'. But..." She seems a bit grumbly by this subject. "Seem Paige Guthrie is one'a those youngsters that thinks they're alignin themselves with the 'real' fighters for Mutant rights. Bums me out, but... I get it. Edgey is popular these days."

The Belle does reach for her glass, raising it up to her lips for a sip of the icy cold strawberry lemonade within it, as she is eyeing Bobby and Remy now too.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
The Cajun laughs loudly as Bobby starts to sashay his way over in his direction. To his credit, Remy doesn't seem to back down on his offer of doing the lotion for Bobby and just pats the seat in front of him with a chuckle.

As the news about Paige presses pause on just about everything going on in the pool area, Remy lets out a little sigh with the shake of his head. "She was just here the other day, too. I'm probably going to have to ask her to leave if I catch her around the mansion again." The tone of Remy having to admit that is disappointing to say the least. "Still, I can't say much about bad life choices. I have made my fair share, and get to live with the regrets daily." He casts a quick side glance over at Rogue before he shifts in his seat, putting some lotion in his hand to put on his own skin as he looks towards Ellie, "Take the offer while you can, Ellie. Rogue is being generous with her affections today, she's even putting up with me. Who knows how long this will last."

Negasonic has posed:
Don't worry Rogue, Ellie was way ahead of you.

She had her phone up like a reflex, recording Bobby as he goes. At least until he distracts her with the help to her root beer. "Nice," she says. "Thanks," she says. The goodwill would vanish in a little bit though, even as she starts to head back towards the pool house. "Seriously. Paige has gone absolutely nuts," she says.

"I think she got mad cow or something," she adds. "But yeah. Edgy is cool. So is butchering a bunch of purifiers or friends of humanity in bookstores or whatever," she says. "Because *that* stuff makes the normies feel great about mutants," Miss Edgy says to the gathering.

There was a gigantic roll of her eyes skyward at what Bobby says, and Ellie takes a deep breath in, only to release it. Her eyes snap back down to level on Bobby again though, her voice frosty. "I was doing it before it went mainstream," she says.

"Besides," she says. "Sabrina is better," she says, turning around to start to continue her stalking towards the pool house.

"You can let her hang out, though," she says. "It's kinda hilarious having her hang around," she says.

"And yeah, yeah," she says to Remy. But was she hurrying? It really did seem like she was! She'll be back out soon.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby would probably have posed, in his most sassy pose, if Rogue had grabbed her camera, but he's flip flopping back into serious mode when the Belle brings up 'youngsters siding with their amoral cousins' and 'edgy being popular'. He jerks his head as if he just got slapped across the cheek, squinting one cold blue eye at Rogue, then turns the other towards Ellie. "Rogue... she's right here.." He mouths, really trying to lighten the mood, but he's not feeling very playful and his tone can't quite capture his usual joviality.

Hell, he even shoots Ellie an apologetic look.

Mouthing, 'sorry.' For grabbing at the low hanging fruit. Even as Ellie ponies up and doubles down. He motions at her with both hands, "They grow up so fast.." One hand wipes at an invisible tear, leading into a roll of his shoulders.

And his hands on his hips. He furrows his brow trying to push all the pieces together. "Hell, I don't remember them doing anything, BUT killing willy nilly.." Two years is a long time. "Listen, I don't want to be that guy... because I've -never- been that guy ever.. but what are we not doing if Paige is siding with the other guys?"

Now, Bobby is -never- the one to shift the conversation away from pranks, jokes, and into the serious shit department... maybe he's gotten too much sun? "If the Sentinels are back, and I know they are, maybe it's time to kick open the costume closet and pretend it's halloween?" Okay, maybe not entirely serious, he's still Bobby. Then a side glance at Remy wanting to boot her out if she comes around with a thumb jutting out towards Ellie, "We can't show her she's wrong if we kick her off the grounds. If the Brotherhood are out ahead of this, maybe it's time we put some dogs in the fight? I mean, we helped save New York for Christ's sake.. certainly those outfits still carry some juice with the humans, right?" He agrees with Queen Edge as she rushes off to SUIT UP for lotioning.

He still looks as if he's having a hard time picturing a GUTHERIE in the Brotherhood. "There goes the Guthrie Patch Kids marketing strategy." He murmurs, almost under his breath. "Hank and I already had the commercial whtie boarded too.."

Rogue has posed:
With Ellie scurrying back to her fancy pool side residence, Rogue just leans back on her lounge chair, her legs swung back up to rest atop it, with her left knee up, and her right leg extended out down the chair's cushion. She lowers her glass down to the cup holder on the edge of the chair's left arm, and returns her eyes toward Bobby, as he speaks on the topic at-hand.

"Well," she states with a light exhale. "The past two years have been pretty wild. We /have/ been routing out Sentinel attacks. I've personally busted up several of'em with my fists alone, and sometimes a tree trunk or two also. But... we've also kinda been drawn to some really big picture stuff. Why, we got entangled up in a Brood infestation in the Savage Lands, which got real nasty for awhile. Really would've liked your icy touch with us on that one, Bubbeh." She states, smirking toward him. She exhales softly, her hands rubbing at her upraised knee a bit, idly rubbing the sun screen in a bit more thoroughly. "We also been usin the new Spacebird jet t'deal with some pretty nasty situations out in space. There's more danger out there, that could be headed this way, than I really care t'even think about. As I said the other day, with everything we been through in the past couple years, it's a damn miracle I get even a wink'a sleep at all."

She smirks toward the two men to her right. "So yeah, we are mixin' it up. We just haven't had the numbers on roster to deal with everything, and anything. ya know?" Her green eyed gaze falls upon the Beau himself again. "As for Paige, it's tough. If she's wanted by the Cops, then yeah, I don't think she should be on property. But ultimately I think the Professah wants to try and sway her back to the light side of the Force. So it's his call, really. Especially with Jean droppin the Head Honcho hat."

With her hands moving to rest upon her flat stomach, Rogue just leans back on the chair's comfortable embrace, a little bounce to her shoulders as she settles in with a good sigh given.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Don't get me wrong, mon ami," Remy says as he raises up his hands placatingly for a moment towards Bobby. "It's just a security thing. If I continue to let Paige roam the grounds now that she is a card carrying member of the Brotherhood, then I'm not doing my job, and if I'm not doing my job then I have to leave...and the last thing I want to do is leave...again." He glances again over at Rogue briefly before looking back to Bobby. "It might just be out of my hands. Guess it depends on what Charles has to say about it in the end."

Remy uses his fingers to comb back the hair from his face, which given they were covered in lotion probably wasn't the best of ideas. "We all know Paige, but if we let shit slide for her, the slope, she becomes real slippery."

He looks over at Rogue and nods, "Yeah. I'll have to talk to Charles. As for the rest...you know if you need any help I'll be around. It's been a bit since I was out in the field, but I still got the tights."

Negasonic has posed:
It would take Negasonic a fair few minutes to leave the poolhouse.

But when she does, the young woman was wearing a one piece monokini swimsuit. Didn't she say she didn't have any? Oh, and the swimsuit had a skulls all over it. It was great.

As soon as she steps out though, she points a finger at Bobby. "Don't even say anything," she says.

And Ellie steps into one of the lounging chairs, and flops over onto her back, turning her head to look towards Rogue, and then jerk her thumb at her back. "Quick. I'll start to burn at any minute," she says.

"Paige will be back, I know it," says Negasonic. "She's just going through one of her things," she says.

"It'll be harder for her to come back if she doesn't think she's welcome though. Tell you what," she says. "You're not allowed in the pool house, Remy. So if she makes it there, it's like... an embassy," she says. "Security can't go in."

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Ew, Brood." Bobby wrinkles his nose, "Cockroaches that eat peoples personality and turn them into cockroaches. That sounds exactly like something I'd like to say in Mexico for." Teasing, hands on his hips, he shakes his head slowly. "Yeah, I'm not going to come in here pretending like I know what the hell is going on.." Because he still thinks Rogue and Remy are together. If he doesn't have enough information to know who's dating who, how can he POSSIBLY know the status of the X-Men's visibility?

It's a school for Christ's sake.

"I just know how slippery the slope is. We've seen it before, right? We lose a little traction and then Magneto comes out wearing his purple helmet talking about 'All humans squish mutant babies' or whatever crazy bull crap he's screaming about these days." His eyes drop down to the ground, lips pulled into a tight, sad, line across his bearded face. "Remember when the baby changing stations came out and every Mutant activist thought they were mutant baby catapults?" That did not happen. That is not at all what anyone said.

Just Bobby trying to make sense of things, where all he's ever really known is goofing off.

He does nod to Remy, "I know, bud. I didn't think you were pulling a Slim." A fraction of a grin, a wink in the Cajun's direction. "Just.. kids, ya know? They're going to listen to the most charismatic one on the yard. The one saying 'I am like you'.. I saw my dad when he was going through his Slim Shady 'bleached blonde' look back in two thousand. Magneto is just... He's the Eminem of our generation."

"Only mutant."

"And old as shit."

Reemergance of Ellie. Pointing a finger at him in warningin, "What? Me? All I was going to say was 'damn girl, who's your necromancer?'" He wolf whistles the Munsters theme song. But he doesn't disagree with her either, nodding to what she says about Paige and, probably, the poolhouse.

"The fact that Paige can pull her actual skin off makes hanging out with Ellie, literally, perfect." Hands up, hands together in a clap. "Plus we can show her she's still family, even if she screws up and listens to Emineto."

Rogue has posed:
As the others talk, Rogue just enjoys a few minutes of laying upon her lounge chair, with her hands over her stomach, soaking up the sun rays for their comforting soothing sensation. When Ellie re-emerges, the Belle smiles at what she hears being said even without opening her eyes. "I just think there are different shades of 'Edge', and our dear sweet Ellie handles it with class, where others maybe handle it like... a box of cats falling down a flight of stairs..."

She draws in a deep breath, as Negasonic settles in to the lounge chair on her left. This gets Rogue moving once more, and reaching for another small bottle of sun screen out of the cabinet. "Okay, Hot Stuff," She states toward Ellie. "Lets get you all oily and sun friendly."

Rogue lifts her butt up off of her lounger, and glides herself over to sit down beside the Edge Queen herself. She takes a moment to get the sun screen all ready in her hands, before eyeing the young woman beside her. "I dig the style." She notes, of the suit. "An' don't let Bobby get to ya. I learned a long time ago that his teasin is how he tells ya he loves ya."

Rogue motions for Ellie to roll over. "Shoulders and biceps? Legs too?" She asks. "you tell me what you want." She gives Ellie the keys to her wishes for thoroughness. With one leg up on the lounger, bent at the knee, the Belle grins back over to Gambit and Bobby.

"I dunno if Paige is like full Brotherhood, or just leanin' hard that direction. I don't have all the answers, cause I just haven't had the time to look inta it all..."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"I'm not going to go busting into anyone's private rooms unless I hear the kind of screaming that requires that sort of intervention." Remy says as he looks over towards Ellie, taking a sip from his drink after he finishes applying the lotion to the places he can reach on himself. "So, if she's out of sight, out of mind. I just don't know if I can let her wander around the grounds. At least not unsupervised...but if that means just keeping a camera on her at all times so be it. As I said before, I have my own demons and enough skeletons in my closet to fill up St. Louis Cemetery No. 3. I can't talk much."

"Now...whose got my back?"

Jean Grey has posed:
Pooooooool.

It's a hot day. There are lots of hot days of late, because, well, summer, or almost-summer. Nothing really all that exceptional or exciting about the fact. But it is one of those things where having a pool located in your own back yard really is pretty convenient. So not much further explanation is really needed for Jean's appearance, although there very well might be some secondary one. You never know when she's secretly 'on the phone' with someone, so to speak. Maybe she asked Rogue to pick up some milk and found out she was being lazy by the pool instead?

Regardless, Jean is here! Or Jean is on her way here. And she's clearly here for pool 'business,' dressed for a dip. Green bikini, gold sarong (yes, it's maybe a bit 'on the nose' but perhaps that's not entirely coincidental), big sunglasses pushed up onto her forehead, flipflops, and a towel slung over her arm. Also, the reason why everyone loves her...

... she also has a tray from the kitchen. Glasses. Big 'ole pitcher of lemonade. It floats alongside her, rather than taking the effort (and risk of a spill) of walking with it like a normal person. "Hello! Refreshment time!" Quitting the top job doesn't seem to reduce her instinct for team-wide 'mothering' one bit.

She spots Rogue and Ellie, and grins. "Glad to see you're wearing sunscreen! Can't be too careful!"

(This may come off as unintentionally condescending from someone who can probably exist comfortably at the center of a star. But... safety first!)

Negasonic has posed:
Negasonic, on her way to laying down, brings her hand up to eloquently show Bobby her middlest of fingers on her left hand.

But she was *going* to relax now. She rolls her back, her body and musculature more on the whipcord side of the fence, lithe and lean and a little rangy. "Thanks," she murmurs to Rogue.

"I wouldn't want to burn," she says.

Her black-painted lips were pursed anyway at Rogue's statement, but she lets herself be mollified by it. "All of it," she says. "Shoulders, biceps, legs..." she adds.

"If you hear screaming from my room, don't break in," she says. "Please," she adds to Remy, just leaving it at that. "Hey, Jean," she says. "Remy still needs his back oiled up," she says, willing herself to relax a step more.

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Nothing for Emineto, huh?" Bobby puffs his bottom lip, hands on his hips, and nods. "Alright, tough crowd, I get it." He points an elbow at Ellie, "She's too young to get it, but the rest of you.. you wound me." The Cajun is asking for lotion support, however. What kind of friend would he be if he didn't lather up his hands and rub them all over his mon ami's bare back? Not a very good one, that's what kind.

So Bobby slides a leg out and around Remy, sitting behind him, in a way that is definitely meant to make it as absolutely awkward as humanly possible. Which may be successful against almost anyone, except, the Swamp Rat. "Bottle me, LeBeau." Hand out, wrist resting on his shoulder.

Unless he just doesn't hand it to him, Bobby squirts an ample amount of lotion on his fingers, rubs it into both hands, and starts applying it to Remy's back. He's exhausted his 'awkwardness' quote, however, so it's just a dude giving another dude some lotion action.

"RED!" Bobby's been gone for going on two years, but here he is. All sun tanned, sporting a blonde manbun, and a bitchin' hipnic beard. "Jeez, Red, it's good to see you! I see you're looking smokin as ever." SQRTTTTPH, he squeezes more lotion in his hand and rubs down Remy's arms. Even though the Cajun prolly already did those.

PLAP PLAP

Lotiony hands slapping lotioned arms. Bobby scoots backwards and spins, "Alright, buddy, you're ready to stave off skin cancer for one more day. Imma get some'that lemonade and a Jean hug." Only with the most casualist of looks over at Ellie imploring a little 'privacy' if there be screaming. "Yeah, it's just Ellie summoning a demon to bring upon vile retribution to her enemies..." Wait. He furrows his brow, "Is it too late to take back the Wednesday joke?"

Rogue has posed:
The response that Rogue gets from Ellie, has her lightly laughing at the younger woman's desire for the full thoroughness. "You got it then." She responds, as she gets in to a new pisition of pushing Ellie around to make it easier to reach all these places. Thus, when Jean emerges from the eastern wing doorway, she finds Rogue straddling the back of Ellie's legs, specifically down around her ankles, butt over Ellie's feet, her own attire making it all the more funny of a way to find the Belle. But, being the shameless flirt that she is, she's just working some lotion down Ellie's right arm, down the back of her bicep, when she smiles at Jean's arrival. "Welcome to the party." She tells the redhead, glancing over to Remy, who's getting taken care of by Bobby. This gets the Belle to flash the Cajun a grin, and a upnod a moment later. "Looks like ya got a fan." She tells him, before she regards Jean once more. "I sent ya a text earlier, did you only just now get it?" She asks, noting the tray of drinks she brought. "They been moanin' that I didn't bring any booze, but I hadn't expected t'draw them all outta their hidin' spots like this." She notes, before working her hands up to Ellie's right shoulder, which she does her best to give a full deep massage of the oil. She leans down a bit to speak softly to Ellie. "I have no idea what I'm doin', just so you know. I did see this in a movie once." She states, before moving on to the young woman's other arm. "I expect ya to fully enjoy the sun now, an' get a bitchin' tan today too."

"And Bob, that joke was great. I'm gonna make a t-shirt with it on there, an' sell it." She fires back, since jokey t-shirts are all the rage around the school lately.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy looks over at Ellie and smirks, "Not /that/ kind of screaming, petite. Remy knows the difference. Trust me."

Laughing as Bobby takes up the position to rub lotion on his back, the Cajun offers the bottle over his shoulder as he looks to the bearded Bobby with a grin. "Careful, mon ami. You might just go and make some people jealous." Yeah, this might make other people awkward, but Remy just takes it all in stride like it's not a thing in the slightest.

Jean's arrival causes just a hint of tension in his shoulders for a quick second that Bobby would notice before they relax again. The Swamp Rat puts on his smile and offers a nods to Jean, "Hi Jean," he offers looking towards the lemonade. "There any vodka in that? I'll come give you a big old kiss if there is any vodka in that." Is that a threat or a treat. Who knows.

Turning to Rogue he smirks, "Oui, seems like. But then I have a lot of fans, non?"

Jean Grey has posed:
When Ellie tips Jean toward the next soul in need of a good lotioning, she turns thattaway, only to find the task already underway. "Looks like I missed my shot. Hi Bobby."

Of course, the excited greeting from one of her very oldest friends encourages a suitably delighted reply, one hand lifting to finger-wiggle wave back at him, while her smile widens at his very complimentary greeting. "You do too. I like the..." She makes a vague gesture toward her own hair, presumably to indicate his present stylistic choice. "... whole deal you've got going, looks good on you. Whatcha been up too, beach bumming around or something?" And since he declares his intent to get a drink and a hug, she makes sure to hover the tray to a landing at one of the poolside table-and-lounge chair setups, while remaining nearby, arms out!

Back to Rogue: "... I didn't see it. I don't think I even have my phone." She looks around. Nope, not a lot of room for pockets in that getup. Or anything else! "You shoulda just, you know." She taps at her forehead. "I get those faster than texts." Telepaths and their cheating. Both her and Remy then get a regretful look. "Sorry, no booze, just lemonade. Plenty of sugar though? Though I'm sure we could grab something. Could run back up to the house, or... hmm, think there's any in the boathouse or something? Ellie? You holding in secret?!"

She knows the young woman has taken up residence but has no idea what sort of secret stashes she may be maintaining!

Negasonic has posed:
"No, Bobby. I'm just remembering each and every one of these jokes, and writing it on a brick. In my mind, I'm making a catapult, and loading it with each of these bricks, one by one," says Ellie, her eye peeking open to look towards Bobby. "Now shhh, I need to focus on not burning."

Or getting massaged inexpertly by Rogue.

Not that Ellie seemed to mind her inexpertise.

"You're doing wonderfully," Ellie says. The young woman was sounding oddly distant right now, and more than a little distracted when Jean asks her that question. "Don't read my mind," she says.

"But I have nothing in the poolhouse that is contraband," she says, waggling a fingertip lazily in the air. Was Ellie smiling as she lets her arm relax into dead weight, easily lifted by Rogue's might massage?

Maybe a little.

Bobby Drake has posed:
"I have a good idea. Exactly once every lunar cycle." Bobby says to Rogue, "You don't even have to credit me, but if you're going to, please post a picture of yourself wearing it to my instagram feed, huh? My follower count dipped a little over the last two years. Something something, stop posting pictures of cocoanut drinks, something something." Hands up, big shrug, sardonically display of sadness that is not an actual representation of his mood. No, Bobby is always optimistic, even when he's not.

Airplane Bobb-oh, in for a Jean hug. He wraps her up in his arms and, unless she denies him his moment of two year hence jovial greeting, picks her up in a twirl that sees her set back down right from wence he hoisted her. Patting at his hair she'd indicated with a sheepish grin on his bearded face, "Actually, yes. I've been down in Mexico, living my best life." With his enthusiastic greeting out of the way, he pours himself some lemonade, even if there's no vodka, and gives it a taste. Lips pucker, one eye squinting. Voice husky, but he's definitely hamming it up and being dramatic, "A little heavy on the lemon." Another sip. "Oh, it gets better after your task buds are scorched."

"AH!" He points out at Ellie, "EEEEEEEYYYY..." Wiggle wiggle finger at her, "She's smiling, you see that right? Everyone sees her smiling, yeah? Where's my cellphone, this is going on instagram IMMEDIATALY.." He sips more lemonade, sets it down, and starts patting at his swim trunks that definitely have no pockets or cellphone repository. "Hold that smile, I know it's here somewhere."

Rogue has posed:
For Rogue, she was just enjoying a day out of the house, and in the sun. She was happily helping Ellie get ready for the same too, and was soon to move on to the young woman's legs, and Ellie would be soon to find out that Rogue had very strong hands, freakishly strong! "Okay. I think we're good." She notes, letting out a little noise at the sight of Ellie's toes. "Oh, I like the nail polish." She states, moving off of Ellie, and coming to sit back down beside her on the edge of the lounge chair.

Rogue's eyes dart back over to Jean and Bobby, a grin showing as she rubs her hands together, smelling that the oil she used was some fancy stuff, likely Emma's. "Bobby has been courtin young hotties in mexico, I think." She states, her hands going for the bottle she'd used on Ellie's sunscreen aspirations, recapping it with a snap of the lid. She turns it over in her hands, reading the label. "Ooo, you got the good stuff." She tells Negasonic, showing her a bottle labeled in French.

When she sets the bottle down on the chair, she raises up again, walking over to Jean with oil hands, flexing her fingers. "Ya wanna pretend like you even need this stuff?" She asks, a playful expression on her facial features, as she brushes a hand across Jean's shoulder, then sweeps around she and Bobby to reach for a fresh lemonade glass with still cold ice in it. "You want one, Mistah LeBeau?" She asks, raising up two glasses, and offering him one anyway. "I know where some booze is, I can go fly up an' grab it too.." She tells him, as she turns to start walking toward the pathways toward the house, setting her new glass down as she goes, a sway in her step.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy looks to Rogue as she offers him a lemonade and nods, "Oui, chere. I take one. Merci." He rises from where he was sitting, and moves over to take the glass from Rogue with a smile. "Be even better when you raid the cabinet next to my bed. Should be a nice bottle of rum there, if someone hasn't swiped it yet."

He moves back towards his seat, looking to Bobby and Jean, "So...tell us about Leonardo. What was he like? How long were you with him? Think you will ever see him again?"

Negasonic has posed:
Zzzzzz...

It seemed that Ellie had fallen dead asleep on the loungerchair.

She maybe twitches a little bit. But eyes flutter open to look at the bottle and the French writing. She smiles, eyes drifting closed again.

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean gets twirled all around. In the process, her great mane of red hair goes a-swooshin' about, and she even loses a flip-flop as she kicks her feet up a bit in the air. Wheee!

"Well, that sounds extremely nice and relaxing and in fact pretty enviable. The tan, too." She goes so far as to whistle. "Glad you were able to get some 'you' time. It can be a commodity, you know, amidst all the saving the world kind of stuff."

Any further debate or critcism of her lemonade recipe is left in the air, and glancing back over to Ellie, she holds up her hands. "I almost never snoop without permission." 'Almost?' Well, presumably, you gotta break the rules for the badguys sometimes, right? Surely never for any other reasons!

And then, more abruptly. "Leonardo?" She looks back and forth between Remy and Bobby. "You make a frieeeeeend?" Her eyes narrow connivingly with that drawn-out tone, before Rogue comes at her with those oily hands. She laughs. "I'm honestly not even sure. Do your worst, if you dare."

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby seems perfectly beside himself to have swooshed Jean about like a Red headed dreidal! It's been years since he's seen her, one of his oldest friends, and he grins with the kind of affection that a life time of friendship births. "Hey hey hey... Don't sully what I had with Leonardo by calling it a friendship, okay?" He pats the air, then slips his hands back behind his back.

He's definitely not skipped any days in the gym either.

"It was a beautiful, if meteoric romance that fizzled out as quickly as it was fiery..." A lamenting, oh so very dramatic, sigh. Hands together, one over the other, "It was not to be. He remained behind i Mexico, amidst the sandy beaches and cocoanut drinks and I came home to deal with mutant hunting robots." How can he say that and still sound as if he's telling a love story?

With that he drops back on his lounge chair and reaches for his lemonade. When he realizes he's no straw, he runs his finger around the surface of the drink and pulls it upwards, creating one out of ice that he works between his lips with his tongue. Looking like a drunk white girl trying to sip at her Manhattan. "Come'ere you." He says to the straw.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had vanished like a swimsuit wearing bullet just a matter of a few minutes ago, when from one of the pathways leading from the western yard, comes the form of Jeepers the Yellow Lab, on a leash being lead along by ... rogue?

Only this Rogue is shorter... and wearing mostly black, and purple clothing? With shoulder length hair, white streaks down the sides of her face, and purple lipstick, the Southern Belle returns. She returns so hard, in fact, that she has de-aged by about a decade? And is suddenly a Goth kid?

What the hell.

In a black and purple splotted t-shirt, dark purple denim shorts, and black stockings on her legs, tucked in to black and green sneakers, the Young Belle leads the dog on to the pool patio, and eyes everyone with a angry little glare.

"Any of ya'll seen Anna around?" She asks in a smoky, youthful voice, a voice laced with that same Mississippi accent.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy just kind of stands there in stunned silence, his head cocked like that of a dog trying to puzzle out what he is seeing. The lemonade in his hand, brought halfway to his lips for a sip, starts to dribble out the lip of the cup and onto his chest, which snaps him out of his stupor.

"Chere?" He looks to Jean questioningly, maybe slightly alarmed, before looking back to 'rogue'...and then he points the way Rogue with a capital R flew off. "Uh....that way, petite."

Jean Grey has posed:
"Ok! A soulmate! A true love?! I don't know." Jean holds up her hands, helpless. "He's not _here_, you're not currently introducing us and telling us about oh-so many plans, so I just assumed it was a... you know, more of a fun warm weather beachy fling or something. You're allowed to have those too! They're fun!" It's not clear that Jean would actually KNOW, that there's any evidence of her ever having any beach-y flings, but hey. What happens in Madripoor... probably involves losing a kidney.

"See? OK, OK, well, 'meteoric' is maybe a bit more than fling, so I take that back." She grins big. "Happy you had fun."

Once he's settled with his drink, and Rogue off to procure booze, Jean can finally prepare herself for the actual business she came here for: the water! She kicks off the remaining sandal, pulls the glasses off, and sets them both with her towel on one of the chairs and then approaches the water, preparing for a surely elegant dive... when Rogue returns!

Sort of.

"Oh, hey Liz. She- yeah, went in the house." By the reaction, Jean is clearly a step ahead on this strange story, and she quickly looks toward Remy, who evidently is... not! "Liz is... well, we're basically treating her like Rogue's little sister. She's from Mojoworld, but ended up, well, here. And alive. Owen," Rogue's very cool 'dude' dad, "is taking care of her. Guess she's visiting. Wanna come hang out by the pool? Have you met Ellie?" She has a sixth sense those two might get along...

And then, after the introductions are made... sploosh! Into the water she goes, never to be seen again. Well. No, she comes up eventually. But for now, she sets in to just enjoy the water a bit, doing some laps on an assortment of strokes.

Rogue has posed:
The young Rogue slowly moves on to the patio with Jeepers (Rogue's dog), the pair moving around the pool to stand on the perimeter between the double doors leading inside, and the adults explaining who she is. She eyes them each with a bit of a suspicious stare, though Jean does get a light nod from 'Liz'.

Jeepers, however, is going utterly mad with excitement at the group, his tail wagging a million miles per hour, causing his furry butt to shake along with it. He's trying to get close as he can to someone to pet him, but ultimately just ends up licking Jean's leg, then Bobby's.

Liz glances toward Negasonic out cold on the lounger, then toward Jean and Bobby. "I'm still me, I'm just... yeah. A different version'a me. Sisters, or somethin', I dunno. I'm just goin' with whatever the fuck I'm told around this weird place."

Gambit. Gambit gets a look from 'Liz', her green eyes settling on his face. She stares daggerse at him for a few seconds, before she shows a soft smirk. "Anyhow, nah. I was just comin' to see if Anna wanted to go get dinner with us. Dad is headin' out soon, he wanted to see if it could be a family thing, or whatever. I'll, uh, get outta your little Playboy Party." She states, smirking her dark purple lips at the group before she tugs on Jeepers' leash. "Come on, Jeep." She tells the dog, tugging him toward the doors.

It's not a second after the doors click shut, that the other Southern Belle suddenly glides down out of the sky, carrying a bag of brown paper in her hands, her bare feet touching down on the stone patio. "Okay, I got like... more than I expected... I may take some heat later, but it's worth it." She tells them, as she strides toward them.

When she sees all their facial expressions, she just goes a bit blank faced. "What did I miss? Were ya'll talkin' about me just now?"