3017/Dude What happened to your Car

Dude What happened to your Car
Date of Scene:	20 August 2020
Location:	A local garage.
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Jamie Madrox, Albert Rothstein, Rogue, Remy LeBeau

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Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Look, it's just better for Brad if we don't talk about the details. Let's just say I had a political disagreement with a tree and leave it at that." Jamie Madrox says grumpily, arms crossed over his chest and crammed in the middle of tow truck bench seat with Remy, Rogue and the driver named Brad. Brad has never looked more nervous in his life. A massive land barge of a 70's Caddilac on the wrecker bed. Bits and pieces falling off with every bump in the road. He's shoulder to shoulder with them, gritting his teeth with every pothole and praying he doesn't duplicate and send them crashing into a bridge embankment.

"In my defense, that tree was an idiot and deserved it. Brad, right there. Left. That's the shop... Hey, Rogue? Remy? Can one of you reach my wallet? I promise. It's actually in my pocket this time and it's not a picture of Scott in that terrible Santa Claus costume from a few years back." Leaning into the tow truck driver, Jamie smiles with twisted amusement as he whispers to the man as the tow truck comes to a stop outside of a little automotive body shop. "It's totally that picture." Yes. They could hear him.

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein is in the shop, his legs the only thing showing as his 70s Mercury Cougar is on jack stands. The car itself looks in great condition someone has babied this vehicle. There is a bay door open to the connecting bay and it is currently empty. Metal music is cranked up from the car it seems.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is seated by the window with one arm on the edge of the door and the other on her lap in front of her. Blue jeans, green shirt, and a leather jacket on over her shoulders, gloves on her hands Rogue's wearing a set of Aviator sunglasses over her eyes and she looks over at Remy when Jamie asks for someone to reach in to his pocket. "You're closer." She says to Gambit, with a slight grin. "Jamie, this is goin' out of your way.I coulda flown that car anywhere ya wanted it t'go, ya know?" She just says it, not really concerned if the truck driver hears her, or takes it however he wants to.

The Belle's eyes go forward again as she watches out the front window, though, she's bound to glance down at her phone again any second!

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy, scrunched right next to Brad, has the gear shift straddled uncomfortably for everyone involved. Well, except for the Cajun, it seems.

When Brad switches gears, Remy turns his head to the left and gives the driver a nonchalant wink. By then Jamie asking for a favor and out goes LeBeau's snaking hand, looking, searching, and digging for Jamie's wallet.

"Not tinkin' I'll be findin' it, ami."

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Poor Brad and his purposefully sheltered life are falling apart. He's nervous. Sweating way more than anybody should even in this heat. Granted, the AC was on so it made the mans discomfort all the more apparent. "You could have... fl-Nope. Didn't hear that." He mutters to himself, trying to keep his shoulder off Remy's all the while. Turning the truck around, he backs the wrecker up to the open bay.

"You are closer." Jamie confirms Rogues observation with a smug little smirk on his scruffy mug. Gambit digging behind him for a wallet and he bursts out laughing. "Stop, I'm ticklish." Brad, looking at the trio with a sour expression, grunts and hops out. He's hasty. Nervous and makes mistakes. The Caddy comes scraping down the ramp to crash to the floor. Front shocks gone, the car sits awkward and abused. Jamie, clawing his way out the rivers side is already shouting. "Hey! Hey! Hey! COME ON, MAN! Like she hasn't had a bad enough day?!"

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein hears the noise outside, and he is watching the shop for a friend, so he will slide out from under the car, and grabs a rag wiping grease from his hands. The huge mohawked man will walk to the doorway to the shop, and looks over the car "You know this is a garage not a junk yard right?" He asks smirking a bit.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is indeed flicking at her phone's screen with an ungloved right thumb now, while she listens to the others to her left just prattle on with one another, grinning at what they're saying. She's reviewing news articles about the vent in Mutant Town, still upset with the name the Media had chosen for her, but.... that's a work in progress still. When the car falls, Rogue looks up and back over her left should out the cab of the truck. "I woulda been more gentle with it too. It's too pretty of a car t'treat like that." She says with a grin to the others as they start to get out. She'll move to pop the door on her right open and drop herself out of the truck, down to the pavement. After sorting her jacket and top out around her hips, Rogue starts to walk toward the Caddy.

She spies the Mechanic and his Mohawk, smirks at what he says. "This should be interestin'..."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
As the car comes to a stop, Remy bats his lashes at Brad before sliding out the passenger side lithely and straightening his jacket once he hits the pavement of the garage floor.

Out comes a cigarette, naturally, as does his book of matches. "Come on chere. If you'd have carried it, it would have been a lot less fun."

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Let's be honest. That car had seen better days than any of them could count and that tally did not include tonight. Not one bit. The blacked out, low riding convertible sat uneven, front end mashed a quarter way up the hood length. Engine a total loss. Frame likely bent to Hell and back. It looks like he ran headlong into TWO trees. Or legs that were just as sturdy. Jamie rushes to his baby girl, laying his cheek to the fender as Brad -briskly- walks back to the truck, sans payment. "I don't make enough to deal with you people! Stop calling me, Madrox! You're the worst!" Jamie sneers, hugging the crumpled fender like a security blanket. "YOU'RE the worst!" Brad is already in the wrecker and screeching off. Leaving Jamie to sigh oh so heavily. "Don't say that about her, talking refrigerator. She's a lady and demands respect. Also do you think this will buff out?"
    With a pat to old steel, Jamie stands up slow and weary. "Okay, hindsight being pretty crystal clear now... Maybe me making a big deal about getting coolant all over you was a bit rash. But you wouldn't have gotten to meet Brad." He says to Rogue with a wry smirk before upnodding to Remy. "Hey, bum one off you?" He asks as a concrete HAND falls off the car to flatter onto the shop floor. "Oh. Yeah. Sooo... it wasn't a tree."

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein will come walking a bit closer, and looks at the car. He walks around the car a bit and says "Ok, you realize this is going to be a doozy." He asks the man and says "Get in and steer her towards the lift, I will push it, so I can see what she looks like frame wise.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue walks alongside Remy as he lights up a cigarette and she grins over at him. She bumps shoulders with him lightly after he speaks of fun. "You don't wanna ride in a flyin' car?" She asks. "I thought you liked Harry Potter." Her eyes trail after Brad as he storms past and goes to get back in his truck, her white bangs sweep across her face, causing her to have to swipe a hand over her cheeks to pull the locks of hair out of her vision. She hears Jamie's words about 'meeting Brad' and it makes her smirk as she watches him drive off. "He comes by Mel's Diner, where I work. He orders a triple cheeseburger and a baked potato... then, I think he cries in his truck while eatin' it."

Rogue looks back over to the Mechanic as he says he can push it. "Want help?" She asks him, knowing full well 'big tough guys' always tell her 'no thanks' to stuff like that.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Nah." Remy replies to her shoulder tap with a hip tap of his own. "Prefer it more if you were carryin' me, chere."

As Brad has his little tirade, Remy gives him a mocked hurt look, complete with a little pout.

"Sure, mon ami," Remy replies to Jamie. "Dey yours anyhow."

He passes the pack on over after lighting his own.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Jamie had to crane his neck and lean a little to look Albert in the eye. A brow lifted slightly, the M inked into his face warps with the expression of curiosity and a smidgen of awe. Dude's big, what? "Money is no obstacle for Dolores. She's a good woman and deserves every penny." That sly, shady smile of his creeps back. "This isn't the first time I've had a disagreement on politics." The car is positively rumbled. Hood half torn off. What looks like gouges from gargantuan fingers here and there around the fenders. Windshield spiderweb cracked. Probably where Jamie got the busted nose.

Walking around the hood, Jamie pauses to accept a cigarette from his own pack. Chuckles and hands it back. "Hey, possession is nine tenths of the law, my man. Probably easier to find them now that I don't have them. Sooooo many pockets." He complains before flopping behind the wheel. The door tries to shut but won't so he leans an arm on it as he grips the wheel, half hanging out the car to continue babbling like he do. "He cries? Like full on, blubbering man baby tears? Would it be wrong of me to ask for a picture of that? I really need to change the background on my phone... hey, wait. You work at Mel's? Does Remy get free food?"

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein will look to the woman and shrugs a bit and says "If you want to help sure?" He will move to get behind the car, and works to limit his strength not wanting to give it away, not knowing the folks are heroes themselves. He will look over and says "So, what happened you piss off the hulk or something, looks like someone grabbed the car, but least does not look like it has been tossed or used to hit someone or something.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just grins back at Remy as Albert accepts her offer for help, surprises are fun. "I might be carryin' you an' Motormouth back home after this." She replies before moving up to join Albert at the back of the car. Where he hides his powers, Rogue doesn't seem to give two wits. She crouches for a second, and with just her right gloved hand she lifts the car up to her waist level, then starts to walk forward with it. "Yay, teamwork." She says over to Albert beside her before her stare goes to where Jamie is.

"As much as he could want." She replies about the food. "Free Milkshakes too. All the sugah he could ever desire." She states with a big smile whilst pushing the car forward.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Dunno, chere, I desi-ah a lot of sugah," Remy says as if considering. He folds his long arms over his chest and leans toward Jamie, "So, y'can be honest wit ole Remy. Drinkin' and cruisin?"

He watches the pair work on the car with idle interest. Emphasis on idle. He's not really a worker, this one.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Funny story, Gigantor. See, I was minding my own business at the bar, something Ima renowned for, mind you... and, okay. So I maybe said something. What would you do if some concrete looking dude came in? I told him he was too stoned for me to serve him." Jamie simply shrugs as if it was no big deal when -clearly- it was a big deal. "I thought it was funny. He didn't. So Dolores hit him. Mind of her own. Real firecracker. Can't be helped."

Most people would kind of freak out a little bit when a person lifts a car. Nevermind one that looked vastly smaller than Albert and was doing it one handed. Jamie? He doesn't. He's fought space robots, dammit. Nerves of steel. He does giggle a little though. He's not immune to Rogues flex. "Oh man, free milkshakes? I didn't know it was serious. Damn. Look at you. All slickly fattening him up so he can't run away."

Sparking up his cigarette inside the car, Jamie waggles a finger at Remy. "Nope. Not tonight anyway. I mean, not yet. Okay, maybe a couple drinks but I had to. The old bottled courage helps when rock people don't like your jokes... hey... Does anybody else see that?" He asks while pointing that cigarette at the floor. The massive Stoney hand twitching and trying to right itself like a spider on its back.

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein will blink and looks over to Rogue "Well looks like you have it handled pretty well there miss." He will smile and says "I am sure that comes in very handy." He then looks over to Jamie, and says "Well, I take it, he was going to try to hurt ya when ya hit him." He looks down at the hand brought up, and says "Want to get that out of the shop, my buddy would not be to happy to have unattached hands wandering around the place. "I'm Albert or Al by the way."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just flashes a grin to Albert, and then a smile back over her shoulder to Remy as she pushes the car to where it needs to go, before she'll lower it down again. But at Jamie's words about about seeing things she tries to peer around the vehicle at what he's seemingly pointing at. "Uh, are you sure you're not drunk, Jamiethan?" She asks him, setting the car down for the time being to take a step back. When she finally /does/ see this hand, on the ground, moving, she just puts /her/ hands on to her hips and exhales. "What the hell is that?" She asks flatly, her green eyes going from one of the men tot he other.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy's right eyebrow pings upward as the stone hand begins wriggling around. He looks over to the others in a state of mild shock. Well, this is interesting.

He begins poking at it with his foot experimentally, trying to see what this disembodied hand thing is all about.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Buddy, she could throw me and this car halfway to Gotham." Jamie pauses, leans out the car to look at Rogue as if confirming it with a glance. "Three quarters. Tops." Arm draped down the side of the door, hand on the wheel even though the wheels aren't touching the ground... Well, not all the wheels. One stayed on the ground when the car went up. Yikes. "What? Of course he was trying to hurt me. He called me some pretty offensive things. I offered him a free bourbon though. Git reeeaaally mad when I asked how he wanted it." A light, airy chuckle at that before he taps ash to the floor down below as the car is sat down.

"Nope. Sober as a judge. Not a Kentucky judge. More like Pennsylvania." Jamie replies to Rogue as he points at that moving, concrete appendage. "I uh... I think that's part of Concrete Guy. Oh, he's going to be pissed." That's when they hear the loud THUMP in the trunk. "I might have stolen his leg too." Cringing at that, he's about to make a not at all smart assed comment when that hand Remy is kicking at makes a grab for the offending foot. Obscene strength. Rock. Let's hope the Cajun is as quick as they say.

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein looks over and says "Let me guess on the rocks?" He asks the man shaking his head a bit to this and says "Well if I am working on the car your taking the hand and leg with you, I would rather not have to toss a pissed off thing wanna be out of the garage. He does look over watching the cajun and the hand a momentl

Rogue has posed:
Rogue spots that stone hand finally, once she came around the backend of the car. She drops her hands from her hips and starts to walk toward it as it makes a swipe at Remy's leg. "Oh for god's sakes, Jamie." The Belle exhales the words, whether or not Remy can get away from it or not, Rogue's gonna move in and try to swipe the hand up in her own, grab and keep it from causing any more mischievf! If she can catch it, at least. "A hand and a leg?" She asks. "Anything else we should know about? Ya got the butt in your back seat too?" She asks, glancing at Jamie, "Savin' it for later?" She gives him a grin.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy is quick, but almost not quick enough. He snaps his leg back, but only just as the fingers are closing around. They happen to catch him on the sole of his boot and crease it neatly in two before he's able to get his foot out. "Aiie! Damn!" exclaims the Cajun as he has to stamp his foot a few times to get the crease bent back so that he can walk in the shoe. "Kill it. Wit fire!"

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Sliding out of the drivers seat, Jamie leaned back and briefly hugged the roof of that likely totaled Cadillac. "Shhhhh. It's okay. Al there will take good care of you. Or I'll put that leg in his shower while he's at work." A light pat to the rag top and he straightens. Serious face. Engage. He snap-points to the massive mutant with the Mohawk(Not that he knows of his genetic abnormality. "On the rocks. He did -not- like that."

Cigarette dangling from his lips, he pats himself down for something in one of his pockets as he too is drawn toward the Hand and the Cajun. He cringes a bit when it tries to death grip Remy's foot. "A hand and a leg. Had to have the bar back help me lift the leg. I didn't want him chasing after me." He says with a nonchalant shrug. Rogue's playful jabs bringing a wide, toothy grin to his face. "Nah, I left that for Cage. Least I could do for legal employment, you know?"

The disembodied leg kicks again, denting the hood upward. That hand snaps closed -fast-. Getting a little bit of that boot before Remy can snatch his own leg back. The fingers clamp and flex angrily over and over. "You alright, Big Easy? Hey... what's the moral quick take on disposing of still moving body parts of rock people? We cool with the fire plan?"

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein looks over and says "I will have to take it apart and see if she is fixable, but I will give it a good college try." He tells the other man. "Ok, if your gonna do something like that tell me where they are from and I will go drop the hand and leg off, doubt the guy can regrow them if they are still moving detatched but can probably put them back on.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is unable to grab the Rock Hand before it grabs on to the Cajun Leg. She grunts and then grumbles in frustration, stumbling forward a few steps on her leather booted feet. "Damn thing is nimble, for bein' just a hand." She mutters, looking up to Remy. "Blast it." She says to him. "Do that thing, make it... ya know, splodey." She shows a faint grin before she sweeps her head back to toss her white and brown locks over her shoulder to look where the thump from the leg was coming. "Oh, you wanna come out an' play, huh?" She asks.

The Belle turns and starts to march over to the trunk, where she moves to pop it open, revealthe leg... to do battle with it! "I'm just gonna crush it inta a fine powder!" She calls out to the driver of this mad mobile.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Well, guess a man gotta do what a man gotta do," Remy says with resignation. He sighs and draws his hand into his pocket for a pack of cards. He needs both hands so the cigarette goes between the lips and one of his eyes closes to block the sting of the smoke.

At last, there's a card, and soon it's lit with enough energy to do some damage, but not so much that the whole place is going to blow up. Somewhere in between, see.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"All I ask, Al. Just give my lady a good looksee. Tell me what we can save. It's not her first rodeo but I'll keep my fingers crossed. All forty of 'em." He says with a sideways little glance to Albert. His attention mostly on that grasping, stoney mitt on the shop floor. Scrabbling about angrily for a handful of whatever gets close enough. "I'm Jamie. Jamie Madrox. Your shop here has great reviews, I wanna keep that streak alive."

That's not something you see every day. Everyones favorite Southern Belle trying to grapple with a disembodied statue hand of some kind. Even Jamie has to pause for a minute and try to come to grips with the madness his life has become. "Oh! Almost got it! No, no, no! Yes! There you... oh... you know what? That hand is a jerk just like the rest of him. I don't wanna give his leg back, Al. He hurt Dolores with it. He knows what he did." Cracking his neck to one side, Jamie lets out a relieved sigh. A little light whiplash? Check. His hand grips the back of his neck as he winces a bit. With Rogue back by the trunk, Madrox is left to stare dispassionately at the hand. Again the leg KICKS. Trunk popping open. Yup. There's a stone leg in there, trying to push itself around like a bizarre caterpillar.

A laugh then, abrupt and sharp. Unguarded and vastly cheery at the prospect of Gambit doing that 'splodey' thing everybody loves. The glowing card gets an excited, boyish clapping and giddy approval. "I like that idea. Remy, you got the juice? Looksblike you do. Shiny. Think you can take on The Hand all by yourself?" He just can't help himself, people. He can't. "We can call Logan. I want to see the look on his face when he shows up and there aren't any ninjas."

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein looks from one to the other of the three, and runs a hand over his mohawk. "Ok, first off, if your gonna blow something up no damage to the shop. " To Jamie "Is a friend's shop but am watching it while he is out of town." He is frowning a bit and trying to decide if these folks are good guys, and while they have part of a dismembered body with them, they have been ok with him.

Rogue has posed:
The Belle is left turning, twisting, even skipping once or twice until she can grab hold of the rock appendage. She is ... indeed wrassling with the hand, grumbling at it. "Ya gotta buy me dinner first t'do what you just did, fella!" She rumbles at it before finally coraling it and holding it up and out,toward Remy. "Okay, light it up!" She shouts over to the Cajun, before turning her eyes to look away from it, holding it by it's broken wrist in her gloved hand, but also giving ita little toss up into the air, because well, Remy's pretty damn good with those cards after all!

Remy LeBeau has posed:
As soon as Rogue flips the hand upwards, Remy does a two fingered flick of the card towards the rock. "Watch dose fingers, ma petite chou--dey clamp down pretty hard!" The Cajun is hopeful that he doesn't cause a big mess and piss off the big guy, but desperate times call for desperate measures and all that.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
"Hey." Jamie says flatly to Albert with a little squint. "What kind of people do we look like?" Asks the guy in an overcoat with a face tattoo of what Al can only assume is the mans favorite letter. "Don't answer that. We're -professionals-. We got this." Jamie says before the cigarette falls from his lips. Rogue battling a rocky hand with a palm the size of a dinner plate and stronger by far than it should be.

Jamie Madrox is immediately cheering her on. "YES! Get 'em! Don't let your guard down! Ope, left her guard down... second base for Concrete Dude and he doesn't even know it! Get in there, girl! That's it! WOOO!" Both arms shoot up triumphantly! When she clamps down the wrist lock, Remy at the ready, Jamie turns to Albert with a satisfied smirk. Thumb jerked back at Remy and Rogue. "See? professionals." Ka-BOOM! Gravel and dust go flying in every which direction. Peppering the side of his already crunched Caddy. Madrox winces. "Crap. That was loud, wasn't it?"

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein will sigh a moment, and looking at them, he will walk over to grab the leg by the ankle and looks over at them "I think you might want to do something with this as well." He says and the way the man is holding the leg speaks he maybe stronger than he was letting on." He looks to Jamie "And your bill is going to also include sweeping up the shop."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's hand is moving down from the BIG STONE HAND as it floats in the air a milisecond or so, then gets struck by the explosive card from Gambit! She turns her head away as the dust and pebbles go flying all around, many of them slamming right into -- and across her -- leaving her stagging back a step or two, not that she can't handle it, but still!

When the sound subsides, the dust is left wafting thorugh the air, Rogue looks back to them all, her hair a mess and her form covered in the smoky rock dust. "Ahem." She says. "I think I'm just gonna call an Uber. I'm guessin' this car is outta commission for like, a year, or an eternity, One'a the two."

The Belle turns back toward the main door exit back out ot the lot, and she starts to walk, pulling her phone out of her jeans pocket to see about that Uber!

Remy LeBeau has posed:
The Cajun waves his hand as the dust settles and gives out a little cough. Not clear if it's from the explosion or the dust, or a little bit of both.

"Welp," Remy says with a head tilt towards Rogue. "Wherevah she goin', ole Remy gonna go too."

Jamie Madrox has posed:
Dust settling in a fine, white cloud around Jamie, he inwardly chides himself. Should have seen this coming, buddy. He huffs dust from his face and offers Al a lopsided, apologetic smile. "You're a pretty burly dude. Took two of us to even get that thing in the trunk and you're gonna stand there one handing it? Bold move, Cotton." A chuckle then, followed by a cough and hand waving more dust away. "Off the books, an extra five hundo. Just for being quiet about this. Cool?"

Squinting through the dust at Rogue, Jamie shrugs. "Sounds about right. Go halfsies?" Asks the low key millionaire. Following after her, he turns to walk backwards. "Al, she's only kidding! I'd like her back before a year, that'd be swell. Hey, Remy! Wait up, I want another of my cigarettes!"