Saturday Night - A Close Call

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On different errands, Jennie and Marius almost run into each other.

( no more walking the halls )

LOG: Wolverine/Gambit - Matters of Style and Finesse

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Logan drops by the brownstone with an offer for Remy, and it quickly leads to conversations about the best ways to hurt people who need hurting.

( Last I remember, she could get herself killed real nice. )

Marie and Yvette: Treehouse picnic

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Marie takes a picnic lunch out to the mansion’s newest resident. After a very unusual “It’s not you, it’s me” moment, the two end up talking about the South, entering the school and Logan.

( But I do not wish to be... how you say? Butt monkey?  )

Logs: Birthday Boy

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“How de hell did you forget to mention dis meeting, ‘manda?” Remy growled at the blonde girl, following her up the stairs. Ororo had called Snow Valley on Friday, suggesting an informal meeting to discuss the particulars of their cooperation in finding Marius and Jennie. According to the message, Storm considered it a good starting point to arrange a limited amount of cross training and mission sharing between the mansion and the Center, albeit hidden.

“I could have sworn I put it on your calendar,” Amanda protested. “And I was off with the kids all Saturday, so I was sort of tied up. ‘S just an informal thing any way – I’m sure you can spare half an hour out of your busy schedule and all.” It was a good thing she was in front of him – the grin was threatening to split her face in two entirely.

“It would have been nice to get my notes together.” Remy grumbled, something that was becoming an increasingly frequent habit. He was musing about small and boring American cities to send Amanda to on pointless errands as they cleared the stairwell and stepped into the common area.

It was perhaps an indication of Wanda’s training having an effect, the neat way Amanda managed to somehow side-step, ducking behind Cain as Remy entered the common room. “Actually,” she said, peering around the larger man’s bulk. “There’s something else I ‘forgot’ to mention.”

"SURPRISE!!"

Remy's utterly wide-eyed, slacked jawed look of complete shock was followed with a single sentence in the silence following.

"What de fuck...?"

( I walk down these city streets\\Just a lonely man inspired\\Hoping God will send me water down\\To quench this burning fire )

( If I left here for the mountain\\A monastery man\\Things will stay the same so I'll remain\\And show just who I am )

( Seeing things around me\\Bonnie and Clyde\\Graffiti with no message\\Doctors, medicines, or pride )

( But it doesn't really matter\\They're blowin' in the wind\\On the cover of a magazine )

( I try to wash my dirty hands\\But they won't come off the water\\Hopin' truth will make me clean and then\\Redeem my sons and daughters )

( Though they're not yet on the very highway\\Pass along below\\That's why I left my memories far behind the lazy road\\Seems so simple )

( Hallelujah\\Babylon is falling\\Babylon is falling )

( Future's the past\\The present all the things we holdin' on to make them last\\But it doesn't really matter )

( Hallelujah\\Babylon is falling\\Babylon is falling )