☠ ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʀɪsᴋʏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ☠ (risky_touch) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-09-21 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, ~2019 september, ~25 points, ~~remy lebeau (aceofspade), ~~~rogue (risky_touch) |
Who: Rogue and Remy
What: his arrival
Where: Homebrew
When: 9/21, late afternoon
Warnings: nothing major
Status: completed, gdoc
The day had started like any other day. Wake up next to his beautiful wife, convince her to get up and make coffee, be rejected and have to wake up and make his own damn coffee…. Wedded bliss hadn’t turned her into a morning person any more than before.
It didn’t bug him though -- not at all. After everything they’d been through, everything they’d experienced together, any interaction with her was perfect and amazing and more than he ever thought possible.
And after he’d brought coffee back to bed, and caught her fast asleep again, well, what else was an homme to do? He snuggled down back in bed, pulled her close and enjoyed sleeping close to the love of his life …
..and then he woke up again and everything was different.
First off, he was completed dressed in his trademark clothes -- long, leather duster, gloves, leather pants and flashy shirt. Secondly, he was in front of a restaurant, one that from the smells of it made decent cajun food. And thirdly, what the merde connard was going on here? Where was Rogue? His home? His world?
With a groan, he reached into his pockets and cursed (and sort of cheered) when all he could find was a pack of cards. Flipping it open, he held a Joker between his two fingers and sighed happily when they charged. “Bon, at least Remy ain’t startin’ from de beginnin’,” he said to himself, looking around. There wasn’t anyone, which was strange but in a way, he was grateful. You never knew if you were going to get strung up or not in a new town. Mutant haters looked just the same as mutant sympathizers.
The smells were growing stronger, and his stomach rumbled. Breakfast had not happened, and now it was the middle of the day, and even though he had no money, well -- he was a thief after all. He could figure this out. Besides, there wasn’t a female on Earth that wouldn’t take pity on him once he put on the charm. With that thought in mind, he pushed the door open, bell chiming, and glanced around. No waitress. No matter. “Allo?,” he called out. “Anyone dere? Dis cajun got a proposition for ya….”