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Tweak says, "candice loves paul"

MJ (figureditout) wrote in avengers_logs,
@ 2021-06-21 17:34:00

Entry tags:

-gamewide plot, -open thread, illyana rasputin, loki laufeyson, ned leeds, peter parker, remy lebeau, tony stark

Grad Party

Saturday - June 19th

Celebrating the Class of 2021

Darcy, using Tony's credit card, planned a blow out grad party for the four graduates who were currently stuck in this weirdo alternate universe - Peter Parker, Michelle "MJ" Jones, Ned Leeds, and Tandy Bowen. They rented out the The Upstairs Game Room and invited everyone in the Tower to join them. All of the kids were offered 'paid internships' at Stark Industries that included free housing so they could live there with the rest of the group instead of with their alternate universe families now that they were officially graduates. © tessisamess

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Illy and Remy

magiks
2021-06-25 08:11 pm UTC (link)

That was quite an accent, wasn't it? Straight from the bayou and soaked in absinthe - accents were fascinating to Illyana in general, but the Cajun kinds, they seemed eclectic. Much of a hodgepodge, like the city of New Orleans itself - she hoped to be able to go one of these days. Perhaps when she got a better grasp on her portals and teleportation.

"I'm always dressed for no good because I am up to no good," she responded with a smirk, pushing off from where she'd been leaning against the wall. Her own accent was thick (thick as the borscht her mother used to make, yes?), but she could speak English fine. Most of the time (occasionally she did not know what words meant or got confused about how odd this language truly was). She sipped on her soda, the fifth one or so - and she was surprised she wasn't ready to float away, what with all the caffeine and the sugar. "Yes, Remy - side stepping the dog waste." She imagined he probably found worse on Bourbon Street. "I am Illyana. Do you know the ones who graduated?"

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Illy and Remy

diable_blanc
2021-06-26 11:32 pm UTC (link)

Now that accent was downright exotic, and it fit the person speaking it to a T. She was like a Russian doll, and if she was the nesting variety, at least one of those layers was made up of danger and confidence.

"Gal after my own heart," he said with a wide smile, even if his heart was already given away. Oh, unrequited love! Stories like that never ended well, but they were fun for as long as they lasted. "Dat's me. Side steppin's included."

He stayed put, still leaning like he was holding up the wall or vice versa. Wherever he stopped, that's where he was meant to be. That included his infrequent stops in Genosha. Still, he never got a sneak peek at any of Sinister's so called "projects." Projects manipulating lives, that only some were lucky enough to escape from. Others weren't so lucky...

That thought almost dimmed his smile. Almost. That smile somehow stayed in place, all carefree and breezy. Let the good times roll.

"Don't know who it was dat graduated. Good for them, though." He leaned in and said with a coy wink and a conspiratorial whisper, "I think de whole graduating thing's kinda overrated. But any excuse for a party, non?"

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Illy and Remy

magiks
2021-06-26 11:52 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, I am happy for them - happy there is a party too," Illyana agreed. She thought it was nice, something to be proud about if you had worked hard in school - it seemed so normal, so pure. Not anything she knew much about, but that was fine - she knew a sky devoid of stars, black as onyx, demons and a time as a kaleidoscope and also something that existed separately. Her existence here, on Earth, would be filled with a lot of learning. Maybe she could catch up.

She returned the smile, though hers was sharper - had a razor's edge, though it wasn't anything against anyone. Definitely not Remy. It was simply the way she was - dangerous, an outsider, a square peg in a round hole. Especially in a place like this.

She felt strangely at home in the Sanctum though. What was off-putting to others was welcomed by the likes of her.

"I am just not sure what to do with myself now that I am here," she admitted, shrugging one shoulder. "How do you be normal?"

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Illy and Remy

diable_blanc
2021-06-27 04:44 am UTC (link)

Remy was used to hard luck cases, because he was a hard luck case too. He didn't divulge too much of his own past, but growing up in an underground thieves guild in New Orleans meant he didn't play by the rules. The dangerous cut of her smile didn't deter him, either. He was like a moth to a flame when it came to danger, so he wasn't shying away. Whatever secrets she did have, he was curious about.

"Barkin' up de wrong tree, cher. Dunno nothin' about normal? But I do know a lil' about cutting loose," he said while reaching into his back pocket and producing a flask. He shook it around so she could hear the slish-slosh of liquid inside. "I had dem fill it with bourbon, downstairs."

It helped that he had time to flirt with a cute bartender and that they didn't see him sneaking up to the game room after.

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Illy and Remy

magiks
2021-06-27 11:22 am UTC (link)

Ooh, interesting. Illyana had been wondering if there was alcohol at this party (she'd only spotted soda and water, nothing giving off the pungent aroma of liqueur) - she was guessing not, however, because America had some strange laws about ages and drinking and apparently you were considered an 'adult' at age eighteen (could buy a lottery ticket, live on your own, be shipped off to fight in wars) and yet could not wander into a pub and ask for the bartender to pour you a drink. It was odd, especially considering the drinking age in most other countries was much lower.

Well, there were ways to work around it if one wanted to, she supposed. It didn't matter to her any. Either way, bourbon added to her Coca-Cola would probably perk things up a little.

"Share?" she asked with a twist of lips upward, a smirk, as she held out her cup of soda. "Just a splash or two. Cutting loose sounds fun to me."

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Illy and Remy

diable_blanc
2021-06-28 09:49 am UTC (link)

This was no big deal to Remy. He'd been sneaking drinks since he was a teenager too. He never went off the deep end or anything. A splash or two was so tiny, that it probably wouldn't make a difference anyway.

He wasn't sure what the legal drinking age was in Russia, but he was guessing it was closer to eighteen. He shrugged and with a sploot sploot, poured a bit of honey colored delight from the flask into her cup. Two splashes. Generously given.

"If anyone asks, ya didn't get it from me," Remy said, winking at her and grinning wildly. "Wanna play Monopoly? Fair warnin', but it'd be dishonorable if I didn't tell you. I cheat like a sonuvabitch."

He usually got some combination of Boardwalk and Park Place, the four railroads, and the utility squares. Mostly through bartering and trades when someone one else ran low on cash.

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Illy and Remy

magiks
2021-06-28 11:20 am UTC (link)

The identification she had made up for herself said she was twenty-two - so if she wanted a drink she would get one (the drinking age in Russia was eighteen, like it was basically everywhere else in the world). But there was something exciting about sneaking alcohol anyway. One had to get their thrills where they could, and Illyana didn't think the video games would thrill her as much as bringing alcohol into a party where it would have probably been cause for concern. Oh, well. That rebellious streak would never be tamed or squelched.

"Secret is safe," she promised, with a solemn cross-my-heart gesture, though the copper of her eyes twinkled with delight after she knocked back a hearty sip from her cup. Much better. "Yes, let us play Monopoly - though you will have to show me how. I do not think I have done this before but if you cheat I will have to kill you."

That was a joke. But even if Remy did cheat, she probably wouldn't realize anyway since she was so unfamiliar with the game - all she knew about it was that it tended to last for hours and was a good way to cure sleeplessness.

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Illy and Remy

diable_blanc
2021-06-29 08:53 am UTC (link)

Remy laughed at that and made the same cross-his-heart gesture while bowing a little, saying conspiratorially, "Sure, you can kill me. But you're gonna have to catch me first."

He took a quick sip from the flask and tucked it into his back pocket, sitting down at a gaming table to set up the board.

"All right. Pick a critter or a thing," he started to explain, showing the game pieces while setting each one down. "What you pick says a lot about de person you're playing against. Dis game's got a duck, a mangy lil' mutt, a penguin, a dinosaur. A top hat for people who want to look fancy. Battleship and a race car. I call dibs on de cat."

A small metal cat was held up as he admitted, "I got two strays in my apartment. Buffy an' Willow. Take dat secret to your grave, madam."

Stark didn't strike him as a pet guy, but the sexy-sounding AI didn't give him any grief about pets roaming around either. Nevertheless, he put a finger to his lips and shushed softly, setting the cat piece down on the starting square before counting out money and setting the card piles up.

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magiks
2021-06-29 10:57 am UTC (link)

Illyana laughed a little, letting Remy have the cat - if he was partial to felines, then by all means. "I will have to take the dinosaur, then," she decided, because it reminded her of Lockheed a little and was a fearsome creature (and, according to Jurassic Park, the tyrannosaurus rex was the powerful female hero we all needed in our lives). She selected the small silvery piece, rolling it in between her hands. "But your other secret is safe too."

She liked cats. Liked animals in general, really - some of her fondest childhood memories (before everything went wrong) involved flashes of a farm. Dairy cows, rustic wind, fields of potatoes, frost penetrating deep into the soil for many months - but that was the climate in Siberia. "Taking in strays - a decent thing to do. And of you ever need cat-sitter, I will do this." Maybe she could consider a pet too, but maybe not - her apartment was very small and she wanted to be able to let Lockheed spread his wings as much as possible, in the Tower. Another pet to look after would likely be too much.

"Alright, now show me what to do with this fake money."

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Illy and Remy

diable_blanc
2021-07-06 07:01 am UTC (link)

A big roar and a bigger bite. Respectful. He got that much from her choice, and he nodded like it was a good one.

"Thank you, ma'am. Always good when you find a fellow secret keeper," he said with a wink, "not to mention a cat sitter! I take off a lot to see de family down in N'awlins. It'd be much appreciated."

He went on to explain the game in detail, and since he was a gentleman, he didn't leave anything out. Including what to do with all that fake money. And maybe he gave her a couple more splashes of bourbon, because what's a drink between friends? Shhhhh.

(ooc: sorry for delay! Could end here, or do you want next tag? <3)

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	Re: Illy and Remy magiks 2021-07-06 12:12 pm UTC (link)
	((no worries! I think that seems like a good ending spot! LONG LIVE MONOPOLY :D)) (Reply to this) (Parent)

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