18715/Watchin the Watcher

Watchin the Watcher
Date of Scene:	31 July 2024
Location:	Security Center
Synopsis:	Rogue brings Gambit some soup during his security center work shift. Much flirting, and much chatting is had.
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Remy LeBeau

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Rogue has posed:
Since Gambit had taken on the job as a security team full member, and returned to the mansion to live, and work... not just live and play, Rogue knew he was down here in the camera room. She'd done plenty of shifts down here herself, to the point where she got a college degree from working in this room, two of them infact! She knew the ins and outs of it, and how it could get a bit mind numbing, even if an AI assistant was helping alert to issues found on cameras more and more these days.

Gambit would possibly see her coming too, from the X-Lounge where she'd slipped in about a half hour ago. On her way, in her green and gold suit, her leather jacket still worn over her shoulders, the Mississippi Magnolia is carrying a serving tray from the lounge's kitchen, along with several dishes atop it.

The security center door whisks open, and upon tall boots, wedge heels, and with a smile on her face, she announces herself.

"Soups on."

Rogue strides in to the room, finding a place on the counter by the computer terminals to set the tray down, a larger silver thermos plucked up from atop it.

"Made some home style chicken noodle soup last night, heated some'a it up for ya. Thought you'd enjoy a bit'a food while you're in here." She tells him as she begins to pour some of the rather fully loaded looking chicken soup in to a glass dish for him, steam still rising off of it from the re-heat.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Remy would have probably seen her enter in the lounge. He would also probably have seen her making the soup, or wandering the halls, or even coming to the security room...

     If he wasn't sleeping.

     When Rogue shows up in the office, Remy is there slouched in the chair, his head lulled back against the back of the chair, and a half a deck of playing cards loosely gripped in his left hand. The little counter in front of him seems to have a half-played game of some form of solitaire, the cards lazily slapped one on top of the other. He's dressed in just a pair of jeans and t-shirt, forgoing the battle outfit he wears out in the field.

     Rogue's arrival starts him awake, the cards in his left hand spilling out over the floor as he blinks his red eyes rapidly and looks around trying to get his bearings.
     "What?!" he says in a very failed attempt to mask his lack of attentiveness. "I wasn't sleeping..."

     It takes him a moment more to come to his senses fully and he looks from Rogue to the soup. "For me? Ah, chere, you shouldn't have."

Rogue has posed:
Naturally, Rogue was not surprised to find him sleeping on the 'job'. Everyone did it in here. The damn system had an AI watching the cameras too, designed to wake people the fuck up for that very reason, if it saw anything untoward happening around the grounds. Of course, it was ideal for the AI not to be the sole eyes on the cameras, but... Humans, or Mutants, be flawed! They get sleepy.

With a glass bowl filled with her homemade soup, and a spoon deposited in to it, Rogue offered it over to him, before reaching for the tray again. "Honestly, if me surprisin' ya in here, and only catchin' ya sleepin? Then that ain't such a bad thing." She said at him, showing him a grin as she opened up a bottle of tea, and slid it toward his place at the desk too.

Her green eyes went to the card game he'd clearly been playing at some point as well, which got her to smirk. "Least you're doin' something in the real world, an' not just playin' video games on a phone down here though." She found a positive to play with, somehow.

Having a bottle of tea for herself, Rogue twisted the cap off, as she leaned back in the other office chair, her legs coming up to cross one over the other, as she glanced at the displays, then over toward him again.

She smiled softly toward him. "That's my aunt's recipe. One'a the few things she an' I enjoyed doin' together, back when I lived with her, was makin' that soup. The few things I am any good at in the kitchen. That an' apple pies, prolly."

She indulged in a sip of the tea, before her right hand went up to brush a few strands of white hair off of her forehead.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Rubbing the sleep from his eyes Remy grins at Rogue with a devilish smile, "Ah, chere, you walking in and surprising me only sleeping must be such the disappointment. There are so many other things I could be doing in here all by my lonesome that would be much more entertaining."

     He wink to the southern belle and takes the bowl of soup from her with a nod of his head, "Merci, mon ange." He takes a spoonful of the soup, blows on it, and places it into his mouth only to make a pleased sound a second later. "It ain't my Daddy's gumbo, but it ain't bad neither. You'll have to give her my regards. Maybe we swap recipes sometime, non?"

     He leans down to clean up the cards, shuffling them all back into a pile then slipping them into his pocket. "How you been, Chere? Been a spell since I laid eyes on you."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue fell a bit somber when he spoke of her aunt in return. She shook her head, a faint smile showing even still. "We ain't ever spoke again, after I ran away... ten years ago, gosh..." She glances off to the other side of the room, as she recollects the past decade of her life. A true whirlwind, one that has seen her travel to far away places across Earth, and even further away places across the galaxy. "Maybe some day we'll fix that, though." She quietly added, as she looked back at him.

The coy attitude about what he could have been doing in here garners a sly grin from her, "Believe me, I expected that possibility too." She told him, brightening up a bit. "Passin' the time on camera duty is a testament to one's willpower'a character." She quipped back.

Her right leg, crossed over her left, danced her foot about in idle bouncing motions, as she pulled her gloveds off her hands, and laid them across her lap. At his last question, she inhaled a deep breath, and looked toward the cameras to let the breath flow back out between her soft pink hued lips, glossed over in a bit of makeup.

"I, uh, spoke ta Beast, an' ta Jean about the headaches." She stated simply, her eyes returning to him beside her. "Jean wants to look deeper inta the whole thing, how it works from the base design that Emma established years back. Hank set me up with a pain injection medication, which had me feelin' pretty good for a few days. But, he also told me ta just go easy on usin' that trick, until something better could be figured out. Which I have been doin'." She says, her voice quiet, her eyes glancing at the gloves on her lap. "Back ta coverin' up in the middle'a the hottest part'a the damn year." She tells him, smirking a bit. "Save for a trip to the beach yesterday... That was just too damn fine'a day to go all covered up..."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     "Oh...I'm sorry, Chere." Remy reaches over and places a hand on her covered leg, giving it a bit of a squeeze. "Maybe some day, oui. Have you tried reaching out? I know a thing or two about estranged family relations, and I know it's like tossing rocks in my own glass house, but..." The Cajun shrugs and leans back to eat more of the soup.

     He casts another grin over at Rogue with a coy wink, "And yet you still walked in without knocking. Makes me wonder what it is you were hoping to catch me doing." He teases with another smile that reaches most of the way to his ears, "My willpower only goes so far, mon ange. At least I have the cards to keep me occupied, or I'd probably get into a whole hell of a lot more trouble. Just how did you pass the time in here?"

     The other news has him sit up a bit more, then slouch again as she continues. "Fuck, I'm sorry. That's got to be....difficult. But at least they know now, and maybe something they can help with in the future? I wish it was better news for you."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just smiled in a vague fashion when he touched her leg, and offered sympathy for her estranged status with her aunt. Her shoulders shrugged a bit inside of her suit and leather jacket, but she didn't comment on it otherwise. Some things just get saved for a venting session some other day, maybe.

At the coy insinuation of her hoping to find him in here doing possibly unsavory things, Rogue just grins broadly again. At the question of how she passed the time, the Belle raised her chin up in a quiet defiant display of body language. "Would you like ta know..." She countered, as she drew in a light breath, and shook her head. Her eyes glancing to the table with the tray on it. "Mostly just homework, though, for college. This was damn near where I did all my work, in fact. Much quiter down here, than it ever is upstairs, as ya know..." She looked back at him, a twinkle showing in her eyes. "Sometimes, though, ya gotta improvise ta keep yourself from dozin' off."

Leaving that lying /there/, Rogue glanced at the pile of cards again, before shaking her hand, and raising the tea bottle up from her lap for another sip. "Pretty much what Hank said too. It's all good, though. I had a few years reprieve from the Mutation ownin' my life. Guess it's only 'fair' that it comes back stronger than before. If fair is the right word."

She sipped from her drink, before setting the bottle down on the counter to her right. "What about you?" She asked, her right foot reaching out to nudge his leg. "How you passin the time, outsside'a here? Mysterious stuff? Stuff I can't know about, I presume?" She asks, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Remy laughs lightly with a little shake of his head, "I can see that. If I was in school or studying something this would be the perfect place."

     He casts a glance over her way and grins slightly about the improvisation to stay awake and nods. "Oui. Not so hard during the day, but in the middle of the night when nobody else is awake and stirring? Sometimes you gotta just wake yourself up in one form or another. Coffee only does so much." A pause. "Then again, sometimes how you wake up just makes you more tired in the end. Dangerous game to play, no?"

     Remy eats more of the soup and nods, "I just wish I hadn't been an idiot and was around more to take advantage of that reprieve. But their ain't nothing faire about it, Chere. Never has been, never will be. I still hope sometime in the future you'll get something more permanent for yourself...you deserve to be happy."

     "Me? Nothing. What you see is what you get right now, Chere. Nothing mysterious at all. Last time I did had any fun like that was taking Amara to a poker game to shill some people out of their hard earned money. Other than that I went to a few movies. Nothing that is all that secretive." Another pause. "I've become fuckin' borning."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue planted her elbows on the arms of the chair, her hands in front of her stomach with her bare fingers laced together. She was using her left foot on the ground, to gently turn her chair back and forth as she listened to him. A grin was showing at his playful banter in return toward her, as she slowly nodded her head to him. "Uh huh. Trust me, I know all too well the fields'a expertise that you excell in, Remy LeBeau..." She trailed off in her smoky toned voice.

When he spoke of being a boring fellow, she just shook her head at that very idea. Her hand reached out for her tea bottle once more, as she drew it back toward her chest. "You're just on a extended vacation. I'm sure some mischief is headed your way soon." She assures him, before taking a gentle sip from the glass bottle once more. When she settles it back upon the counter, she lets her eyes roam to the cameras again. "I could always call up Stilts, see if he has any use for a smooth talkin' Cajun card dealer." She says, refering to a few years back when Remy and Rogue did a few poker jobs for their shared friend in the city. Stilts, a man who was ironically barely over 3 feet in height, was running a card game tournament around the city. Stilts was a notorious hustler, prone to wanting Rogue to use her looks, and Remy to use his skills at the felt tables. They'd had good success, and helped Stilts get out of some financial troubles. "I am sure that little bastard has gotten himself back inta trouble. I really should check on him some time... Make sure he's not gone missin' down at the bottom of the Hudson, or some such..."

Rogue sat up a little straighter in the chair, her back a little stiffer, as she watched him. "Hows the soup? There were rolls too, but they're upstairs. I know it's not quite as spicy as the food you grew up on, but hey... I bring the spice in other places." She grinned again there at those last few words.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Remy chuckles with a shake of his head, "Ah, chere, you are one of the few that do. Well, anyway. Many know that ole Remy is a bit of a mischief maker, and thief, but you know more than most, mon ange. Fair bet to say outside of the family in New Orleans, you know me best. Maybe even better these days than even them." He looks over and winks, "And anytime you want more lessons, you know where to find me."

     "Stilts? That guy would only end up getting me into more trouble and you might have to come bail my ass out of jail, or worse. He's good for a bit o' fun but after a week it's just to risky a proposition to stay much longer. Still...could be fun. You in that dress, me in a suit. Just like old times. If he still breathing."

     "The soup is good, chere," he says as he takes another bite, his eyes shifting over to look at her under his lashes, "Don't tease me, chere. You know I like just how hot your level of spice is. Just the right temp for this Cajun. As I said, shame I wasn't around in the kitchen more."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue leans to the right in her chair, her elbow being used to support herself as she puts her hand against the side of her face, and smiles at him. Casually leaned in her chair, she just eyes him, almost like she's studying the man in a zoo exhibit! She does just shake her head from side to side though, and releases a dramatic sigh like only a southern lady can.

"Last thing I want is ta be responsible for you slippin' back in to the troublesome affairs..." She calmly says back to him, in a smooth and even tone. Her foot continues to bob around beside her left shin as she considers a few things. Finally, she breaks her stare from him, turning to place her chin in her right palm, as her eyes go to the monitors once more, and her fingertips drumb on the top of her cheekbone beneath her right eye.

"Slinky dresses, an' card games certainly do have their allure though."

With a deep breath taken in through her nose, Rogue moved. She re-capped her bottle of tea, and sat forward on her chair, her feet going side by side in front of her.

"Well, I better go get cleaned up, see what is goin' on upstairs. Gotta go pick Jeepers up from my dad's place too... they been watchin' him for a couple weeks. Can't leave them dog sittin' that long."

She takes the thermos off of the tray, leaving it for him. "Plenty'a more soup in here, if ya want it." She states to him, as the tray is slipped up in to her arms, to be hugged against the side of her chest. "Don't get up to too much trouble in here by yourself, Mistah." She said in a coy voice of her own, giving his shoulder a pat through his t-shirt, her gloves still off and tucked in to her belt around her waist.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Remy gives her a smile, "Anytime you want to put on a dress, you and I, we go hit the tables in Vegas. Make a weekend of it. You bring Jean and I'll...get my own room. It'll be a good time. Remy will show you both a wonderful weekend in the city of sin."

     He nods again with a smile as he pats his shoulder, reaching up to try and pat her hand in a reflex action before the realization hits and he shifts to her covered arm instead. "You give that four legged furball a pet for me, chere. Thanks for the soup....and the visit. It's always good to see you. As for trouble, I make no promises."