Thread: Soul Food Characters: Rogue & Gambit Location: Kitchen at the X-Mansion Timeline: Feb 18, evening Description: Gumbo for daaaaays Rating: R - they'll always be R
Remy had barely parked his bike and dropped his bag in his room before making his way to the kitchen. One thing his Mamère taught him that stuck with Remy was that when hard times came to the family, there should always be food in the kitchen, ready to eat. In New Orleans, that meant soul food. No matter how shitty the world was around you, you could always come gather in the heart of the home and have a warm meal. In this case, a spicy warm meal.
Remy told everyone that his gumbo was a secret LeBeau family recipe. It was spicy, not for the weak at heart, and the Holy Trinity never tasted so good. The tall thief had shrugged out of his old duster and donned an apron instead. Long hair was tied back in a knot at the base of his neck. His sleeves were rolled up his arms. The smell of gumbo was spreading through the mansion and hungry curious students had already stopped by for servings. Remy was whistling to himself as he cooked, the song something from an old Jazz album that always got stuck in his head during times like this. It was hard to stay sad when you had Jazz in your heart. That was what the Blues were for.
The X-Men family was in a crisis. After talking with Jean and learning that there was no clear leader, that Kitty had already split and who knew who else, Remy knew he couldn't abandon the team and seek out the revenge he craved. Maybe it was wrong to think that way, since it went against what Charles Xavier taught them and what Remy proposed to believe in. But the murderous feeling was there in the Cajun regardless. He did have the same DNA as a truly Sinister man, after all.
Remy tossed a hand towel over his shoulder and tried not to think about the swirling uncertainty and the emptiness that Charles had left in his wake. His absence was felt as soon as Remy rode his bike onto the property. They'd lost a great man and there was nothing and no one who could fill his shoes. They were wading into an uncertain future.