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Marie-Ange Colbert	Messages from Marie never have been the most complicated. While sometimes her readings are when the answer's unclear, a quick call or text doesn't need much translation. Well. Not after her years of practiceat writing English, anyways. The message was clear: I'm sorry, if you don't hate me, can you come by when you have a chance? Marie was always the one to point fingers of blame solidly in her own direction. So, invitation accepted, she's been busily preparing. Making sure everything was clean -- not that she was a particularly messy person -- and ready for company. She'd also gone out to buy dessert from a local shop... it comes in the form of five cheesecakes of various varieties. Because whatever they don't eat, someone around the Institute most certainly will. She's dressed somewhat casually, wearing a gray 'Xavier's' sweatshirt and black leggings. No shoes or socks on her feet for now, and her hair's pulled back into a loose ponytail by way of a bright pink scrunchie.
Gabby Kinney	Hate her? Whatever for? More curious now than ever Gabby of course agrees to the visit. Honestly she'd never had a chance yet to see the college apartments at Xavier's so it's something of a treat there, too. Dressed in some leggings and an oversized sweater-dress thing that was all the fashion maybe a year ago, along with some boots, she arrives with a bottle of wine! Wait, no, it's Welches. A quick knock is given as she waits to enter, cradling the bottle in her arm while she shifts her weight from one foot to another in her typical energetic manner. At least it seems she's back to better spirits than she had been.
Marie-Ange Colbert	Marie's not waiting by the door to answer it -- though she's done that often enough. So first comes a muffled 'I'll be right there!', and about a minute later, the door's opening to allow entry into Marie's apartment. The place is relatively spartan; she doesn't own a ton of things even after getting a decently paying gig with the Hellfire Club, so it's fortunate for her that most of them come pre-furnished. What she does have, though, is pictures. A variety of photographs that have been taken from her time in the States -- nothing from France, though there are a few from the Senior Trip to Monaco! It's pretty clear who she considers to be family, and it's not blood relatives. "Come in, come in! I am glad you came." Marie greets with a fond smile, stepping back and out of the way for Gabby to enter. She'll wait there until Gabby's clear to close it behind her. "Please, feel free to make yourself comfortable. My school is your school." Idioms will always be the bane of her existence, though this one's kinda right!
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney steps in with a little chuckle at the welcome and remark of the school also being hers. It was in a way, even if she'd veered off course to find her own path in a way. "Thanks. Want me to take my shoes off?" She asks first off before doing more than stepping into the entry way. Some people did no shoes, some did not, so it doesn't hurt to ask. The bottle she'd brought is held out about this time as well. "I heard wine was traditional for 'house warming' gifts, but I can't really buy that, so have some sparkling juice. I promise I didn't shake hte bottle or anything." It never hurt to cover the bases after all! It's then she actually glances around letting out an appreciative 'ooh' beneath her breath. "This place is really nice. Bigger than Tommy's... but that's a flat so I guess that's to be expected. I kind of have a pool house I stay at but it's just a bedroom and fridge area, mostly. And a shower." The important stuff.
Marie-Ange Colbert	Marie accepts the bottle with a bright smile, before shaking her head a bit. "No need to remove your shoes if you do not wish, or to keep them on if you would prefer." she replies as she turns to take the bottle into the kitchen, setting it down on the counter before moving to open up a cupboard. "Thank you so much for the gift! Would you care for a glass?" she asks, letting out a soft giggle. "Jenny told me that in America, you cannot buy or drink it until you are twenty-one. She told me after I had already finished my third glass of wine." Because Marie's a goody-two-shoes, and Jenny was a terrible influence. "So this is better; I am trying to wait until March before re-incorporating wine into my diet." The compliments for her apartment get a small blush; it's an extention of her, so it counts! "--and thank you again, I like it quite a bit." The place she shared with Jenny was larger, technically, but after the blonde moved out it was just quiet. Here, at least, she's surrounded by friends. "Tommy... he is the... one of the... ah..." She's blushing again, but she didn't flee this time!
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney gives a little shake of her head as the mention of taking her shoes off is given. "Bit hard to get the boots on and off." Even though she had went with the zipper ones, it was a bit easier that way. She steps inside following toward the kitchen while allowing her gaze to sweep around the various pictures that were up. "Sure, I'll take a glass. And yeah, can't legally drink until 21 here." There's a little stress to 'legally' as she gives a shrug in response, flashing a grin. "Still ways to. I've had a drink plenty of times. Still can't buy it though. Plus it doesn't do anything for me anyway." Sometimes it was a nice thought, though. The hesitant question in regards to Tommy earns a small smile. "Yeah, he is. Tommy and Bunny," she explains while sliding her hands over the sides of her sweater. No pockets. Darn. She was so used to pockets with her hoodies but she was trying to branch out in her wardrobe choices. Pockets would have to be added. "I hope I didn't upset you with that. If you have any questions I'll answer," she offers a bit. "But it's still kind of newish, too."
Marie-Ange Colbert	The photographs are mementos; some of Marie and others at various events, some just of others. Gabby's in a fair number of them, including one taken after the spa day that Emma had taken a bunch of the Xavier's girls out to a while back. Students who've come and gone as well as those who've remained. A few have people unrelated to the school, too, because she did branch out. Most of the pictures, though, are a couple years old at least. Marie reaches into the cupboards for a pair of wine glasses, setting those on the counter and filling each from the bottle of Welches. Once that's done, she'll make her way back to her guest and offer one of the glasses. "Well. Once I am, you are free to raid my fridge if you wish. I would not deny a young lady her wine." Maybe some of that time with the bad influence has rubbed off. Or she's just stuck in her old cultural ways. Then it's back to the topic. The reason she's felt horrible. Eyes downcast a bit. "Je suis desole." Because French has a way to say 'I'm sorry' but really mean it, while English she'd have more trouble with. "That... is why I asked you to come. I feel terrible that I fled in such a way. I have brought dessert," A motion to the cheescake boxes, "as a way to show my deep regret." There's a small smile that comes after, though, as she makes her way towards the couch to have a seat. "It... I had simply not heard of such a thing before. I am not the most worldly of people, despite my international upbringing. I am not upset, non -- as long as you are happy?"
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney lets her gaze linger over those older photos a moment with a smile recalling those moments herself. Pictures weren't something she kept hold of, or took other than to send to someone quickly. Something she's now considering changing so that she can keep such memories alive, as well. The offered wine glass is taken with a little lift of it, like she's seen people in clubs and in movies do. "Thanks. And it's all right," she assures, reaching out to give Marie's shoulder a little squeeze with her free hand. "I wasn't upset or anything. And yeah, I'm happy," she agrees before finally taking a sip of the juice. "So how are you diong though? You've been through a lot lately," she points out with a bit of concern. "Any more weird readings or odd happenings?"
Marie-Ange Colbert	"Then that is all that matters." Marie matches the gesture in kind, before taking a sip of it herself. "...and... forgive. It is not..." She pauses, making a bit of a face. Trying to make sure she uses the right words about a potentially delicate subject. "Cheating? The last time I had seen a relationship that involved more than two people, there were chairs being thrown and..." Okay, she's watched a little too much of a certain daytime talk show, it seems. After that's answered. "Tell me about them? If such a question is not too invasive, of course." Because really, she never knows what people are willing to share. "I am..." she pauses and trails off. Blushing again. "...for all that the cards had been suggesting tragedy on the horizon, my life is wonderful. I am back among my dearest friends, I have been taking self-defense lessons with the bodyguard of the King of Wakanda," she's understating that one, a little. "...and, I do not remember if I ever had the chance to tell you about Mary?"
Gabby Kinney	"What? No! No no no," Gabby shakes her head frantically at the mention of cheating, her hands held up as if staving off that thought. "No, I don't do that. We don't do that. We all know, we're all together." A deep breath is drawn as she relaxes again a bit with a sheepish smile. "I guess I should explain that I've known a few people who were in a kind of group relationship. It kind of made sense to me. Everyone cares about one another, and helps one aonther, and.. it's not putting all the pressure on just one person to help meet the needs of the other." A little shrug is given. "And that's kind of what we're trying. Bunny was a friend, Tommy was too, and Bunny thought she was getting in between me and Tommy so I suggested... I mean, no reason not to try it, since we were all kind of involved a bit." Lightly clearing her throat she takes another sip of her juice. "Ah, no I don't think I've heard of Mary before. Is she the one you've been stressing over?"
Marie-Ange Colbert	Marie sits. She listens. She doesn't even run away! Not this time. The power of friendship triumphs against all! Especially when it has had a little time to prepare. Letting Gabby explain, she nods along... and then eventually just offers a smile. "It... does not sound anything like what I had pictured." she admits, taking another sip from her glass. "The nuns who raised me would likely call it sinful, but I grew up believing I might have been the devil incarnate, so... they certainly were not experts on such matters." She might not have a high opinion of herself, but she knows she's not that bad, at least. "I hope it goes well for you -- it sounds... complex, but also nice at the same time?" A slow nod to that. She still has a bit of trouble understanding how it works, but there's no judgement there; just curiousity. Then the magnifying glass shifts, and she looks down into her glass. "Oui, the subject of the reading I asked Madame Crowe for." There's a pause, and she sets down the glass to get up, walking over towards one of the walls. One of the many photographs is retrieved, and offered to Gabby. The image? What's pretty clearly Marie from a couple years ago, arm-in-arm with a brunette, both of them dressed in medieval-styled attire at a ren faire. "Her name is Mary Bromfield. She and I dated for some time a while back... caring, and beautiful, and wise, and just... wonderful." A pause. "But, we drifted apart around the same time that I lost touch with everyone else." There's a hint of sadness in her tone, now. "Sometimes the path the cards lay out is a difficult one to follow."
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney reaches out to accept the photograph off the wall. It's gazed at, taking in the features of the girl next to Marie, while listening. A small smile creeps over her as she listens. The photograph is offered back while glancing back up toward Marie. "Sometimes things like that happen. We all have our own lives, just... sometimes they drift. I feel that way with my sisters sometimes. But," she adds trying to be reassuring, "That doesn't mean you can't reconnect. Maybe it's time for that for you."
Marie-Ange Colbert	"It was." Marie's smile is returning, here. "I took Madame Crowe's advice to heart -- it was my decision, and whatever I chose, I would survive." There's a little giggle, here, as she retakes her glass. "We had met by chance... only a day or two after what happened when I last attempted a reading. It stirred up feelings that I had forgotten." A nod. "The more I thought about it, the more I knew that simply surviving would not be enough, so I asked her to meet so that we could catch up... and she missed my company as much as I did hers." There's a glance given over towards her bedroom -- Gabby might not get the significance, but it's where Marie keeps most of her decks. "Beyond the reading Madame Crowe did for me, I have decided to choose to be blind to our future... and enjoy the moments for however long they will last." Coming from Marie? /That/ is a shocker.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney grins warmly at the very thought of it. "It can be nice having an idea of what's upcoming, but... Nothing is set in stone. I'm proof of that I think. So are all of the future Summers kids that show up." So many. So many different futures. "I'm glad to hear things are working out... Or at least that you're both trying," she corrects herself with a solemn nod. "It does sound like you're going down a good path right now. Cards or not," she has to admit with a grin.
Marie-Ange Colbert	"I... am starting to see that." Marie admits, finishing up her glass. "Perhaps our lives are only pre-determined to a point... and some decisions are ours to make." Like whether or not she should have tried. There's a grin offered towards Gabby, "You, mon amie, I suspect were always in the cards. I find it difficult to believe our friendship was simply random chance, n'est-ce pas?" she adds, leaning over to give the younger girl a hug. "So, tell me. What else has been happening in your life of late?" she asks, before standing once again -- this time she's going for the desserts, it seems, because she's reaching into a cabinet full of plates.