xp_logs | Apparently, Santa got lost. (Reply)

Remy stroked a match along the concrete wall, holding it up to the end of his cigarette. It would play merry hell with his nightvision, but his spatial sense allowed him to track everything around him in any case. The sprawling mansion basements were mostly dark, and something in Remy's mind was telling him that there was something more.

There's music coming from inside the boiler room, loud enough to be heard through the closed door. Of course, from the outside, one would never know it was the boiler room at all. Inside, Sarah's sitting crosslegged on top of her desk (who needs the office chair?) writing in a notebook, and ocassionally stopping to growl and scribble the whole thing out.

Remy pulled deep on his cigarette, the cherry glow flaring in the room. Sarah's head snapped up just has he blew a plume of blue smoke out and smiled. "Evenin' chere."

She blinks, giving the newcomer a slightly curious look before putting the notebook down beside her. "You know, usually when the door's closed, people knock."

"Oui. I hear dat's de polite t'ing to do." Remy smirked. "So, dis is de basement dey tell Remy all about. I was expecting more stone, like one of dem dungeons, you know?"

Sarah stretches, uncrossing her legs and hanging them over the side of the desk. "Not quite. Suits me just fine, though." She decides that this must be the new kid, but she can't for the life of her remember if that new kid had a name. "So who're you?"

"Maybe I'm Santa Claus, chere? Come down de Professor's chimney wit presents for all de good mutants?" Remy said, taking another deep drag, red on black eyes eerily reflecting the light.

Sarah gives him an amused look, and points upward. "Good mutants are upstairs. You'd make a pretty lousy Santa Claus."

"Maybe dis Santa prefers de naughty ones?" Remy leaned against the wall, gazing at Sarah. "Bout you, chere? You perfer de good mutants or de naughty ones?"

"Now, that's my little secret." She watches him, legs slightly swinging as they hang down. "Guess Santa'll just have to stick around and find out, huh?"

"Dis is my slow season, you know. Smoke?" Remy preoffered the pack.

She doesn't normally smoke in the basement, but she's not really up for sitting around while _he_ smokes in front of her. She smiles. "Already on my good side." She hops off of the desk and walks over to get the offered cigarette.

"Best place to be, Remy t'inks." He smirked, snapping the match alight with his thumb and lighting her cigarette. "Dats quite de extreme piercings. Only ever seen one girl wit more."

"It's my mutation," she says flatly, taking a drag from her cigarette. "Bones." She pulls up her shirt a little in the back, displaying the bone armour still on her hip.

"I see. You know, at a club last September, Remy meet a femme who paid ten large just to get de same look." Remy said, looking at the bone curiously. "Seen dat somewhere else, I t'ink."

"If you hang out in Manhattan, you probably did." She drops her shirt again, and scratches her shoulder. "I used to live there."

"So did Remy. Well, not at a fixed address, any case. You?"

"Used to live in some tunnels below the city. Until everybody died, that is. After that I went and lived on the streets. And then I ended up here, where I became the resident monster in the basement."

"Monster? Dat so, chere?" Remy said, flicking his cigarette butt into a cement corner. "Remy been on de streets too. Dat don't make someone a monster."

She takes another drag off of her cigarette, and shrugs. "Didn't say it did. I'll just warn you that you're seeing me on a good day, when the bones are relatively under control and I'm in a good mood. Stay here long enough, and you'll see a very different Sarah." She stops, and then adds, "But the rest of the mansion's got it in their heads that they're gonna break me of the 'i'm a monster' mentality, so go talk to them."

"Remy not really interested in dat. In my estimation," Remy lit another cigarette. "People find dere own decisions for demselves, and not others. Still, I could be wrong." Remy paused and then grinned. "Still, I find dat all femmes are very different if you watch dem long enough."

"Is that so?" She reaches over to her shoulder, and pulls out the bone just beginning to break the skin. "Then again, I don't know very many other girls that come prepared with a built-in weapon supply when they get pissed off."

"Dat describe most de girls Remy knows, chere." Gambit laughed. "Just not kind as obvious as wit you."

"I never was good at subtlety," she says, holding the bone in her hand for a moment before tossing it onto the pile.

"Remy been accused of de same thing." Remy rolled his shoulders and drew on his cigarette. "And I'm t'inking dat dere is food and drink upstairs, and Remy is hungry. You normally in de basement, chere?"

"Yeah. That, or outside smoking." She can't help but smile, as now she could probably just smoke down here, and not leave. Ah well.

"Good. Remy always like t' know where de sexy monster are found." He said, winked and disappeared into the shadows.