Remy and Elisabeth

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Jake is sent ahead to warn the locals and therefore not in this log.



Elisabeth entered the foyer and took a moment gathering herself. It was alittle too quiet for her liking. "Well, Remy. Here it is, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngers and home sweet home."

She grabbed his duffel bag, filled with newly bought clothes. "Let me show you to your room and then we'll have time for the grand tour."

"Very posh." Remy said, looking around. "Pare Xavier not one for skimping on de luxuries, is he?" Remy had already priced the contents of the lounge with his eyes and his hands twitched slightly. He had also unconsciously determined three points of escape and the best place to improvise a weapon from.

"Yes, the Professor does well for himself." She took a sidelong glance at the Cajun and his countenance. "Don't look so eager to jump ship, yet. You haven't even seen the upstairs. Come on, let's get you settled in."

"Oui. So, tell me, what exactly does a pretty femme like you teach here?" Remy shouldered the bag and followed an appreciative half-step behind her.

Taking the lead, Elisabeth turned her head slightly as they ascended the stairs. "Varied courses psych, self-defense, and psionics. Though most of what I do here is help mold the young ones, distinctions between right and wrong."

"Dat right. You so sure you got dose distinctions down yourself, chere?" Remy said, his smirk underscoring the light in his red on black eyes. "Remy remember more den a few cops kicking him in de ribs, making de same comments."

"I have the right ones in mind when it counts," Betsy purred uncharacteristically.

"Vraimant." Remy cocked an eyebrow at her. "Dat is always comforting to hear, chere."
xpsilocke: "I bet." After the third flight of stairs, Betsy turned left and stopped at the Remy's assigned room. She turned the knob and motioned for Remy to enter. "This is your quarters."

She deposited the bag in the living room. Elisabeth walked around the room, as she pointed out the particulars. "In here, you have a kitchen. That door leads to your bathroom, fully-stocked with toiletries. Your bedroom is through that door." She stopped at the desk, "and this is your laptop. All for your own use. Though try not to run off with it, if you can."

"You suggesting dat Remy is a t'ief?" LeBeau spread his hand over his chest in a look of mock innocence. "Dat hurts."

"My mistake, Mr. LeBeau. You having a heart wasn't in the mission memo. " A smirk fell on her lips, as she walked over to the desk. "Would you like to see how this thing works? Could give you a better idea of what you're in for while you're here?"

Remy tossed his bag on the bed and looked over his shoulder. "Maybe you should show Remy how most of dis works, just in case.:"

"Just in case," she repeated. "Come over here, it won't bite."

"Biting not necessarily a bad t'ing." Remy said, walking over to the table. "Do we get all de Doom games too?" He joked.

"Agreed." She leaned forward the laptop and opened up the journal system. "This is the posting community, you can read and post via your own journal, if we decide to give you one. General posts are split up into different communities, depending on age, placement, or extenuating circumstances. You with me so far?"

"One question. Why are we posting in dis t'ing in de first place? I don't like to share my secret thoughts, chere."

"Valid point," she replied. "You don't have to share your secret thoughts, this system only helps to promote a sense of community amongst the students. At the same time, it bridges the gap between the students and staff. In other words, it's the Professor's way of making us play nice. Though with everything that has been happening lately, I don't blame him."

"Do you post all your dark secrets in dere, Betsy?" Remy said, grinning.

Pausing for a moment, she shook her head. "You don't get out much, do you?"

"Remy been out for de last eight months. Hard to impress de femmes wit' de smell of de last four weeks on you." Remy said.

"Something which I'm grateful has been remedied. Let me assure you." She straightened up, pulling on her stray hair. "Well, I must be going, I have a weekend's worth of soaking to do and not a great deal of time to be doing it. Do you think you'll manage without me?"

"I t'ink I can handle being on my own. Am I supposed t' be on some schedule, or is Remy allowed to find his own way?"

"You're allowed to roam freely, as long as you don't wander into areas deemed off-limits. But as fair warning to you, you might see some extremes, as far as mutation. Best bet is to keep your head down and your ears open."

"Subtle. Remy can be subtle." He tapped a couple of keys on the computer and lit a cigarette. "Maybe I just sit and see if dey still have dat 'Girls Gone Wild' site from Naw'Lins."

"You go do that, just make sure you don't broadcast. I have enough keeping me awake at night besides Remy's bedtime stories."

Remy cocked an eyebrow at her, and his grin grew around the cigarette hanging from his mouth. "Dat mean you've been looking already? Chere, all you need t' do is ask Remy."

Elisabeth placed a casual hand on her hip. "If you'll learn one thing about me, Remy. It's that I don't have to ask."