xp_logs | Kitty is so too innocent for Remy... (Reply)

Kitty had pulled the desk chair from her room out the hall and down to the library (going through the walls that got in her way), setting it up infront of one of the desktops away from the door. She'd piled some of her text books next to it, and hung a little sign on the side: Temporarily being used by K. Pryde. Please don't delete anything or I'll be forced to do something horrible to you. Sitting cross legged on the chair, she was typing away, fussing at a program she was writing.

Remy padded silently into the library, wary beyond his norm. The assualt made him feel like a target was painted on his back. The library was extremely quiet; peaceful. Unlikely, in this house. He could sight of Kitty sitting at the table and pulled up short. He stopped and started against, this time being sure to make a normal amount of noise. It was no time to make something think they were being stalked.

Kitty looked up when she heard the sound of footsteps, wondering which of the Mansion's assorted night owls had wandered into the library. "Hello?" she said, catching sight of Remy.

"Bonjour." Remy nodded, walking towards the desk. "Hard at work, chere? Busy wit de studies?" He sat down in one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs, sprawling bonelessly in the seat.

"Some of this is for classes, yeah," she said, nodding to the pile of books. "Rest of it's projects I'm working on."

"Projects? Some kind of extra cirricular activity chere?" Remy said. He had barely talked to Kitty since his arrival, and wasn't quite sure about much of the brown haired mutant.

"Mmm, basically. It's only the beginning of the term, so I've got more extra time than I'm used to. So," she shrugged. "I tend to find things to do." Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she considered Remy.

"Generally, t'ings to do don involve school for Remy, chere." Remy smiled. "What you working on today den?"

"Yeah, I hadn't heard of you being in any of the classes," Kitty said. With a smile, she gestured to the screen. "Well, the window on top is a random number generator, underneath that is an encryption/decryption program I'm updating, and beneath that is my AI project."

"Not exactly de computer type, chere." Remy squinted at the screen, most of the windows meaning little more than gibberish to him. "What are you planning t' do wit' all dis stuff."

She laughed quietly. "You and most of the school. The AI project is for class, the random number generator's just for fun, and the other..." Kitty shrugged. "Has been useful in the past, will almost certainly be useful again in the future."

"I take your word for it, chere." Remy smiled. "All kinds find demself in dis place, don' dey? Waiting for a man in blue tights and a red cape to come running through one day."

"Man, I don't know I can do, but I bet it wouldn't be that hard to get Artie into get up like that." She grinned. "And yeah, I like to be useful."

"Dere are advantages t' being useless sometimes." Remy smiled, spreading his hands in an expression of Gallic acceptance. "Remy does very well at it."

"Hmmm. Can't be entirely useless. No one is. Or, at any rate, I tend to believe everyone _can_ have a use. Doesn't mean they want it, though," she admitted.

"Remy got some uses, but I t'ink dat dey are ones you'd be interested in." He said with a chuckle. "Dis place makes me t'ink I'm going t' have some big villian come through de door any second."

"Hope not," Kitty said, leaning back with a sigh. "I can only take one invasion a year or so."

"Sound of de others, dis is a common t'ing here." Remy sat forward. "Can't say dis place seems like much of a haven."

"Oh, I don't know. Could be lots worse. There's nobody here who'll beat me up for forgetting to stay solid, or Artie for sticking his tounge out at somebody, or Miles for being green. And if the outside world intrudes, well, there's lots of us here to help each other out, and to protect the kids who _can't_ protect themselves."

"Or maybe we're just making it easier for others." Remy was suddenly serious. "Chere, Remy not telling you what is right or wrong. Just saying dat t'ings have got a way of getting bad when you put all de eggs in one basket. I don' want to be de one in de yolk."

Kitty looked serious as she said, "Oh, no argument. It definitely makes us a target, obvoiusly. But, well, some of us would be targets anyways, and don't have any way of defending ourselves on our own."

"Maybe Remy to used to just having himself, chere." He grinned widely. "Cept de occasional having someone else, dat is. Still having t' figure out where and if I fit in t' all dis stuff."

Kitty smiled back. "Yeah, well, it always takes a while for people to find their place here. And I don't think we've had anyone who hasn't found _some_ place. It's a lot of space, for a lot of people, all of whom are very different and very opinionated, but mostly it works."

"I like de fact dat de bills get paid. Word of advice, chere: never end up on de streets. No way t' get drycleaning proper done." Remy said.

"Noted," Kitty said with a nod. "It definitely didn't figure into my future plans, I'll admit."

"Don t'ink it was ever a choice, chere," Remy said. He pulled out his cigarette pack, smiled ruefully and slipped it back into his pocket. "Still, sometimes de rules chafe a bit."

Kitty caught the motion and smiled faintly. "Well," she shrugged. "Think of the kiddies?"

"Dey not Remy's kiddies." He grinned. "Least, not dat I remember."

"How likely are you to have forgotten?" Kitty asked, smirking.

"Never know, femme. Dat is de perils of drinking too much red wine and waking up in Albany." He smirked.

"I've always suspected there were many perils to waking up in Albany. That just sounds like another to add to the list."

Remy grinned. "Dat true, chere. Avoid it whenever possible."

"Noted." Kitty smiled back.

"So, what's dere t' do for fun in dis place, chere? Dat don involve being vaporized by de special service coming t' kill us all."

"Fun... fun... I've heard of that..." She tapped a finger against her cheek as though in thought, then shrugged, dropping it. "Well, you can go into town, wander the grounds, play anywhere in the mansion that's not locked, visit the city. There's movies, books, games, video games, and people should you feel like being sociable. We only bring in the contract killers on special occasions."

"Remy heard about clubs in de town. Been down to dat, chere? Any idea what dey are like? Remy said, eyes gleaming. He didn't figure Kitty for the clubbing type, but you never really knew with the computer types. They'd go from computer screen to speed junkies mainlining smart drinks at a rave in minutes.

"Well, I know they're about. You'd probably want to ask my roommate, Jubilee about where they are though." Kitty was definitely not the type to go clubbing. Not to mention there weren't that many clubs worth going to that would let in a fifteen year old who looked young for her age.

"Jubilee? De asian girl with de yellow coat?" Remy asked.

"Yep, that's her."

"Maybe Remy will ask her." He grinned, and got up from his chair. "Well, I don want t' keep you from your work, chere."

"No worries," Kitty said with a smile. "It was nice meeting you, and I hope you have a nice night."

"If not, Remy will have t' see if he can find someone t' make it nice." Remy leered under arched eyebrows and nodded as he went out the door.

Kitty snorted quitely to herself. Well, if anyone could, I get the feeling it'd be you, she thought, turning back to the computer.