Owner	Pose
Remy LeBeau	Upstate New York in December is a mixed bag. It could snow with any drizzle, but it's cold as all hell regardless.. So it would, under snowless circumstances, still be pretty odd to find a Cajun laying in the tennis court with an empty bottle of scotch used as a pillow. At some point it rained. So his t-shirt is soaked, his sweat pants are soaked, and he's shivering even though he's sleeping. Barefoot, arms craddled around him. Whatever put him to the bottom of that barrel of Scotch must have been well worth it. Cause there's a strong chance of trouble once the Professor finds out.
Laura Kinney	Laura Kinney is a lot like a stray cat. She slinks in and out of the mansion whenever she feels like it, helps herself to food and occasionally takes a nap. And much like a stray cat she's prone to scratching or hissing at anyone who bothers her. So it's not the biggest surprise to find her prowling through the mansions grounds. The lingering smell of scotch causes her to change course and pad silently over to the tennis court. She stops by the chain fence and sniffs at the air. "I had expected to find Miss Ashida here." Lucky for Remy she generally doesn't talk very loudly. Anyone consuming that much scotch is likely to have quite the hangover. "You are aware that alcohol lowers your body temperature and increases the risk of hypothermia?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy is a professional drunk, in those rare times where he actually drinks, so he only grunts at the interruption to what was a rather unpleasant and restless sleep. "Ugh..." Swatting at the air, trying to make the buzzing sound that is actually a voice, but to his dehydrated mind sounds like the parents from the Peanuts. One red on black eyes peers out from a puffy read socket at Laura. "Dats an old wives tale..." His voice sounds sticky, mouth dry, like an ashtray or a desert. His bangs, are matted to his face when he pushes himself up, a move that he immediately regretes because he sees the world turning over on its axis, "oh... hold on dere.." His head flops backwards against the chainlinks, groaning quietly. Angrily shoving the crystal decanter away from him. A decanter that is far too ''snooty'' to belong to anyone in the mansion besides Scott.
Laura Kinney	"Alcohol widens the blood vessels in your skin allowing more heat to be lost," Laura states matter-of-factly. "While my training was extensive I have not, to my knowledge anyway, received tuition from any old wives." She takes a step back when Remy leans against the fence. Staying outside of vomit range. "Besides you were sleeping in wet clothing, outside, during winter." She takes another sniff of the air. Picking up the trace scents associated with the bottles owner. "Did I miss a celebration last night? Or have you become entangled in a situation which necessitates the drowning of your sorrows?"
Remy LeBeau	"Ya sound entirely too much like an adult for lookin' so young." Remy points out just as matter of factly as Laura's scientific explanation of the evaporation of heat given his current condition. He doesn't attempt to remove himself from it, however. Rather than vomit, though it is entirely possible vomiting will take place in the very near future, he coughs deeply and spits a glob of what can only be described as some kind of butter onto the court. Flexing and unflexing bare toes in a rain puddle as if the cold doesn't bother him... Which it does because he's from New Orleans, not Canada. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turns and drops back down a whole lot less gracefully than he likely intended. Grunting with a hint of pain when his ass hits hard surface, "Oh, ya didn't hear?" He grins, but it's weak and lacks all semblance of charm that a Remy grin might usually ooze, "Dere was a kid down in da medical wing dat... well he prolly dead now, but that would definitely be an improvement over whatever he was before." His accent is still there, but it's not as pronounced. Like he's not trying as hard to sound incomprehensible. Rolling his head to the side, he stares over at Laura curiously.
Laura Kinney	Laura Kinney shrugs. "Given I have a healing factor similar to Logans I expect I will look this way for at least the next fifty or so years," she explains indifferently. Her own outfit is a little more suitable for the season. Black pants and a black hoodie, neither with any decoration or slogans. Perfect clothing to blend into the background with. "I regret to say I have no knowledge regarding the situation. Some sort of mutation that made him suffer?" She blinks and sniffs more carefully. Searching for the lingering scents associated with violence. "Or was this a case of experimentation upon mutants?" If the cold or the news bother her there's no outward sign.
Remy LeBeau	Usually, Remy wouldn't be bothered by how cavalier Laura was about the whole situation. There's a lot of really odd ducks at the mansion, him chief amongst them if he's perfectly honest, so it's just water off his back in the grand scheme of things. A teenager doesn't get bent out of shape about mutant experimentations? Good, they're ready for the world outside these walls. Today it's a little different. He watches Laura with a blank expression for a lot longer than he intended. Trying to unpack her attitude and general robotic demeanor with a growing frown. The whole situation, not just that which involves Laura either, is still ripe in his mind. Cyril laying there all mangled, the look on Jean, Emma, and Rogue's face when each of them touched the kids mind in turn. Then Laura. "Da latter... and da former.." It's hard to explain, really. "Kid was experimented on. Had a bunch of powers grafted to him by genetic splicin'.. Stuff he couldn't control." Still looking at her with his off colored eyes. Arms lazily laying down at his sides like dead weight. "Dere'll be more of dem like him too. Someone out dere snatchin' mutants, doin' t'ings to dem. Tryin' to make weapons." Again he coughs, finally looking away from Laura to spit another glob of lung onto the court. Grunting to clear what's left out of his throat. He's showered, but there's the smell of something supremely odd on him that lengers. Some kind of mutant, for sure. One that probably smells... off? Somehow. Like his scent is just wrong.
Laura Kinney	It's hardly a secret that Laura knows plenty about mutant experimentation. After all most of her extended family has at one point or another escaped from a lab of some sort. Herself included. And that some of those responsible are still out in the world. She considers the information quietly, barely moving except for a slight twitch of her nose at the smell, before answering. "I see. That is... unfortunate. Will the school be looking into the situation?" A beats pause and then she adds "Whatever was done has a very distinct aroma. Either myself or Logan should be able to follow such a trial if it's fresh." Her typically blank expression finally shifting into a frown. "I have no tolerance for individuals or groups who would carry out experiments on children. So if you need a volunteer to act as bait...."
Remy LeBeau	Remy grunts at Laura, trying to work himself up from the cold ground and wet puddle he's sitting in. The cold is starting to work its way into his body now, despite his best efforts to not let it.. there's no amount of dampening kinetic energy that's goingt o prevent him freezing to death, even if he keeps every molicule moving indefinitely to produce body heat. Which he can't really do for very long periods of time anyways. So he has to get inside. It will not be a quick trip. "We are, oui." Coughing again, this time into his elbow from a kneeling position with most of his weight back on the chain link fence. "I am leadin' a group ta Mutant Town in da next few days. We know one of da people snatchin up dem mutants an' I intend to find dis person an' bring dem back here." While not nearly as extensive as Laura, or her family, Remy is no stranger to experiments either. Part of his brain was surgically seperated to dampen his powers. Whether consentual or not, it left a mark as to his opinion on ''screwing with people'', but specifically, ''screwing with children''. "Me ne'da.. I intend ta find dis person.. an' maybe he get roughed up a little on da way back to da mansion, ye no?" Remy inclines his head. "Could use your nose for dis... if ya interested."
Laura Kinney	Laura Kinney tilts her head to one side, watching Remy stagger to his feet. "Do you require aid in reaching the mansion?" she asks reluctantly. "You seem rather.." She tails off the thought when Remy mentions they know one of the people kidnapping mutants. "I will try ensure I am available. Alternatively if you can provide me with a dossier of information on the target..." She holds her hand up and pops her claws with a snikt. "Well they would not need to arrive at the mansion and I am confident they will reveal any intel they may have." She can be very persuasive after all. "And that would prevent any police investigations from leading back to the school." Which is probably Laura speak for 'I can get rid of the body afterwards'...
Remy LeBeau	"If ya had asked me when I was still deep in da cups-" Thumbing over his shoulder at the decanter still laying just there, "- I probably say yes to dis, but.. It somet'ing I gotta do. Even if not da easy way, ye no?" Some of his charm, wasted as it will be on Laura, slithers back into his demeanor. Winking one red and black eye at her, he shakes his head and grips hold to the fence with fingers folding into the links. "Non, I get dere on my own. Look bad if I come staggerin' in wit help from, what I only assume is a student." He doesn't always know who is and is not actually a student anymore. But he's not a teacher, so that's not really his business anyways. With a grunt, he pulls himself towards the exit. Leaning into the fence for heavy support that will soon disappear when he gets to the open doorway. "Let me know if ya able ta go. Be good to have someone dere wit yer trainin', but dis is somet'ing I definitely have to see through myself." Up nodding to Laura. "T'anks for not lettin' Ol Remy die from hypothermia."
Laura Kinney	Laura Kinney shakes her head. "I'm not a student. You might be thinking of Gabby," she points out. "We look alike." They are after all clones. "I assume it will also look bad if you come staggering in alone and keep falling down..." She watches him stagger towards the tennis court exit then shrugs again. "If I can't make it... Well chances are I will be undercover looking for people intending on catching mutants." It's best not to think about what'll happen if she succeeds. "Please take better care of yourself in the future. It would be disruptive to the class schedule if they found a dead body on school grounds."
Remy LeBeau	Remy gives Laura a thumbs up over his shoulder at the level of concern she's shown for his potential demise, but it's comforting in a strange way. At least she's honest right? He knows where he stands, it's good to be thus aware. To his credit, he doesn't actually fall, but he comes pretty close a number of times. Staggering and tipping forward only to catch himself with a palm laid in the grass. Until he finally disappears into the mansion where Rogue, Jean, Xavier, Scott or some combination of these individuals are going to figuratively and, quite possibly literally, tear him a new asshole for being so disrespectful of the school and the rules. But that, too, is comforting.