Owner	Pose
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix has currently staked out a small corner of the rec room for herself. She appears to have not bothered with any of the actual numerous things in the room that have been setup for the pursuit of recreation. She pays no attention to the video games, the pool table, the television, or anything else put up for entertainment. She merely is sitting, having a very large book to one side of her, a laptop to the other she would be rapidly typing on with one hand. Given the wholly non-interactive state of her and ignoring of anyone else, one might wonder why she was even here.
Rien D'Arqueness	Rien enters the rec room with a glance around, "Hmmmmmmm.. not here either. I may have to go trek out and find that cabin he keeps on the grounds..." Shaking her head, hands coming to rest on her hips, she chuckles softly, "Well, I know what to get him for his next birthday..." Glancing back up, she notes Monet, but as the woman appears busy, she doesn't try to interrupt. Instead, she moves towards the mahogany bar to gear up to continue the hunt!
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would glance up and over at Rien, cocking her head to the side, "Excuse me?" She would inquire, giving Rien her attention for a moment. "If you're looking for the foul smelling gym teacher.." OR whatever Logan's position was in the faculty, if he even had one at all. "I might suggest the nearest establishment which serves alcohol in large quantities."
Rien D'Arqueness	"Be careful who you're disparaging, your cloying perfumes smell just as bad to us." Rien doesn't look up from her foraging, grabbing a couple bottles of water, an apple, a candy bar that caught her eye, some pretzels. As if she expects to be foraging for awhile... or her metabolism lets her eat pretty much whatever she wants. Turning around, she offers a brief grin, "And he's not at Harry's, I checked there before coming here."
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would fold her hands over, "I can pick up his scent from well across the Mansion. At least I make an attempt to make myself presentable rather than seem like some sort of festering -thing-. I would not wish upon anyone with senses better than my own having to deal with it." Apparently among the self-styled Ms. Perfect's powers. Chalk up another to her list.
Rien D'Arqueness	"Mmhmm. You realize that your perfume is created from rancid chemicals that only smell good to a dull nose, right? You smell like a laboratory, and not a particularly nice one. I'll take sweat and dirt over that toxic blend of crap you've doused yourself in. And really, it's okay to use less. You don't need to announce to the entire mansion that you're bathing in it." That smile turns sharp as Rien tucks the supplies into a slim pack. The apple stays out and she takes a bite from it, chewing. "But since you clearly have the senses of a pleb, I'll save my nose while I have the chance. No wonder Logan vacated the house. I'm not sure the cabin would be far enough away..." Turning, she starts off, lifting a hand as she goes, "Remember, soap and water are your friend!"
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would fold her hands together on her lap while glancing over, "I have personally evaluated each and every fragrance to determine what is -best- for myself and for others to appreciate. The fact that you cannot.." Irritation would rise over but she would clamp it down. "I admit to not knowing him very much.." She would allow in a slight apology, even if only barely there. "But are his abscences a regular thing? As well as a lack of information as to where he has gone?"
Rien D'Arqueness	"Don't feel bad, my senses aren't just set to 10, they're set to like.. 25. I can smell what you had for breakfast -and- lunch, I can probably place your toothpaste brand, the soap, shampoo, and conditioner you use. I know that you have a smoothing agent in your hair, you applied lotion but also makeup..." Rien lifts a small shrug, "It's why I usually smoke my own blend of herbal cigarettes. But they frown on indoor smoking here, so..." She flashes a brief, wry smile. Giving a nod, she chuckles, "One could almost say it's his MO. He's lived too long on his own."
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would glance at Rien, "That sounds like a burden. I'm sorry." She would offer sympathetically. That sounds agonizing. I didn't mean to belittle you with my comments." Her actually being sincere over in that. And then as she would go on about Logan, "That sounds very.. Miserable." About Logan.
Rien D'Arqueness	Smiling, Rien shakes her head, "Thank you, but really, you don't have to apologize. It's helpful, in more ways than one. Trust me, after 60 years, I've gotten used to it." She pauses, then does some mental math, then nods, "Yes, sixty years chronologically speaking. If go by years lived, it's probably closer to a hundred. Time jumping gets weird." She lifts a shrug, then gives a nod, "Which is why I'm trying not to let him spend too much time alone. Functional immortality can suck when every around you is going to die. So... I try to remind him that he's not alone in it anymore."
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would glance over at Rienw ith a frown, "You do not remotely physically seem that age." But since when did that mean anything in the greater scheme of things. And.. Time jumping? She would look vaguely annoyed at the notion of it - or rather the commonality of it. "Then might I perhaps make a suggestion for consideration to pass along to him as you see fit, then?"
Rien D'Arqueness	Chuckling, she lifts a shrug, "Logan doesn't seem as old as he is either. Good genes run in the family." Rien curls one hand around the strap of her pack, the other tucking neatly into a pocket. She even grins at the expression that crossed Monet's face. "To be fair, I didn't -try- to timejump. After locking away a demon in Hell, my mom opened up a portal for me to get out... and it happened to send me not just to a different universe, but another time. But that's the thing about using magic in Hell, it doesn't always work exactly the way you want it to." Her brows lift up, "Sure, but I will reserve the right to not pass the message along."
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would look at Rien for a moment in thought, "So you're from a.. Parallel universe?" She would look intrigued. "I tkae it that there are enough points of familiarity for you to have a mostly common frame of reference and understanding of current events? Or was the dimension of origin you were from have significant differences to here beyond some specific individuals?"
Rien D'Arqueness	"Yes. In my universe, my mom and dad are in Hell, acting as the lock to a magical cage for a pair of undying demons. In this one? I wouldn't have existed because my grandmother never summoned the original demon that caused my mom to sleep with my dad. But we've worked it out." Rien lifts a shrug and grins, "He may be a lot of things, but Logan's always been there for his kids, no matter how weird we are and when or where we come from." Her brows lift, "Hm? Oh! No, it's pretty similar, some minor differences, but I also haven't been there since what was chronologically the mid-90's for my home universe. So I have no clue how things progressed there."
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would nod thoughtfully, "Interesting. Forgive me, my familiarity with these sorts of things is upon a purely theoretical level, and I've had few opportunities to discuss it with any degree of practicality in experiences. I understand if it's a subject you don't wish to go into." She would listen over with an expression indicating as much comprehension as one did when hearing about any of Sinister's litlte pet projects.
Rien D'Arqueness	"No, no, it's perfectly alright. I can't give you the science behind anything, I'm a mutant and a sorceress bred for a very specific job, so like... traditional schooling was never really on the agenda. But I'll answer things as best I'm able," Rien flashes a grin and moves to settle herself somewhere comfy for a few minutes.
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would nod, "Of course. I fear that the science and mechanics are well beyond those that are not geniuses in quantum mechanics and probability. Forgive me for making inquiries on something to which you have no immedaite field of relaitivity." Was she beign nice?