Log: Jubilee & Remy: Playing Santa
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It was cold out, and snowy. The fire escapes to her left were covered in inches of fluffy, slightly greyish snow that had dumped on to the city. In the alley, drifts as high as her waist lay, as city officials prioritized virtually every other Manhatten neighbourhood over them.
It was part of the reason that they had selected the Brownstone in the first place, as it was about in as unwanted an area that one could find in an island where space and land were at a premium. Still, it likely would have been even a vaguely comforting view for her if she had been taking it in from her own apartment, maybe through the window, warm inside and with a cup of tea to sip while looking out on the falling snow.
However, from her current perspective, hanging upsidedown out of a window by her ankle, contemplating the three story drop into a half full dumpster, with melting snow traveling up the backs of her legs and shirt, it was less picturesque.
"You know," There was a pause as Remy lit his cigarette. "after all dis training, Remy think dat at de very least, a bit of self-preservation would have sunk in by now."
"You would think that, wouldn't you?" Jubilee noted, hoping that the grip he currently had on her ankle was secure. It wasn't that she would be all that hurt by the drop, but garbage was so last century, and the smell would take forever to disappear even with repeated showerings. "And yet, here we are."
"I don't think de rules are unfair. After all, Remy has been trained to de point dat some of my reactions are automatic, so giving me some warning and not trying to sneak into my apartment is a logical, safe way to avoid accidentially sprouting a blade between de eyes or something. Dere's not even boobytraps and such on de door. Just knock." Jubilee softly bounced off the bricks as Remy shrugged. "Dat memo not make it to you computer, petite?"
"I liked to think of it as more of a suggestion then a rule," Jubilee noted mildly, controlling the automatic panic signals her body was sending out when Remy bounced her. "Besides, how am I supposed to play Santa if I just told you I was giving you a present. The whole getting to snoop around your apartment was just an added benefit. I did pretty well, I thought."
"You didn't get youself killed. Dat's pretty well. If you wanted it to be a question of how good you getting at sneaking in, dat's a little lesser grade. 'bout an F."
"So like, what gave me away exactly?" Jubilee asked curiously, always ready for a lesson in what not to do. She was consciously ignoring the fact that she was still hanging by her ankle three stories up. Either he was going to drop her and she'd deal with the fall, or he'd drag her back in after a good scare. "I know I didn't make any noise, so it wasn't that."
She'd thought she was being quite clever really, she come through the window from the fire escape rather then going through his door, and she'd checked for early warning systems before she came in. It had been quiet too, she hadn't even realised he was there till she'd been grabbed and hustled back toward the window.
"Non, you didn't make any noise, but de building did. And it carries further in de cold den in de warmth." A pair of unamused red on black eyes regarded her. "Remember dat talk we had 'bout bottlenecks in security? Dis is one of dem. Ultimately, to reach dis room, you have to come through de door or de window, both of which become de locuses for de security. Something as simple as a loose hinge, or in you case, a slightly bent brace dat creates a creaking noise on de inset when any weight is applied to it and is only really noticable from inside de apartment near where de brick is oldest, gives enough of a warning."
Jubilee frowned, thinking about that as she hung upside down, the silence stretching as more snow slipped down her jacket and melted on her skin. She was going to get some kind of winter disease if she hung here like this much longer.
She'd thought of everything else, from making sure there was no noise, to making sure it wasn't easy for her to be seen coming in, and she'd entirely forgotten about the building itself. If this had been a real situation, she might have gotten herself or one of her companions killed. It was a sobering thought, to say the least.
"Damn," she muttered, almost to herself, but then she looked up and met his gaze directly. "So how would you have gotten around that?"
"Chosen someone else's apartment to break into. Barring that, made absolutely sure that no one was home when I moved." Remy said. "De problem, petite, is dat you still think wit' you feet more den you head."
"So I'm seein'," Jubilee noted, stretching slightly and then using the slight momentum to throw herself up in an attempt to grab his wrist with both her hands. "Lesson learnt?"
It was asked with a hopeful air, it was entirely possible that Remy would decide to drop her if he thought she wasn't taking him seriously enough, something she had learnt quite fast in her dealings with him.
"We see 'bout dat. Au revoir." He let go, letting her plummet neatly into the dumpster several stories below.
It was cold out, and snowy. The fire escapes to her left were covered in inches of fluffy, slightly greyish snow that had dumped on to the city. In the alley, drifts as high as her waist lay, as city officials prioritized virtually every other Manhatten neighbourhood over them.
It was part of the reason that they had selected the Brownstone in the first place, as it was about in as unwanted an area that one could find in an island where space and land were at a premium. Still, it likely would have been even a vaguely comforting view for her if she had been taking it in from her own apartment, maybe through the window, warm inside and with a cup of tea to sip while looking out on the falling snow.
However, from her current perspective, hanging upsidedown out of a window by her ankle, contemplating the three story drop into a half full dumpster, with melting snow traveling up the backs of her legs and shirt, it was less picturesque.
"You know," There was a pause as Remy lit his cigarette. "after all dis training, Remy think dat at de very least, a bit of self-preservation would have sunk in by now."
"You would think that, wouldn't you?" Jubilee noted, hoping that the grip he currently had on her ankle was secure. It wasn't that she would be all that hurt by the drop, but garbage was so last century, and the smell would take forever to disappear even with repeated showerings. "And yet, here we are."
"I don't think de rules are unfair. After all, Remy has been trained to de point dat some of my reactions are automatic, so giving me some warning and not trying to sneak into my apartment is a logical, safe way to avoid accidentially sprouting a blade between de eyes or something. Dere's not even boobytraps and such on de door. Just knock." Jubilee softly bounced off the bricks as Remy shrugged. "Dat memo not make it to you computer, petite?"
"I liked to think of it as more of a suggestion then a rule," Jubilee noted mildly, controlling the automatic panic signals her body was sending out when Remy bounced her. "Besides, how am I supposed to play Santa if I just told you I was giving you a present. The whole getting to snoop around your apartment was just an added benefit. I did pretty well, I thought."
"You didn't get youself killed. Dat's pretty well. If you wanted it to be a question of how good you getting at sneaking in, dat's a little lesser grade. 'bout an F."
"So like, what gave me away exactly?" Jubilee asked curiously, always ready for a lesson in what not to do. She was consciously ignoring the fact that she was still hanging by her ankle three stories up. Either he was going to drop her and she'd deal with the fall, or he'd drag her back in after a good scare. "I know I didn't make any noise, so it wasn't that."
She'd thought she was being quite clever really, she come through the window from the fire escape rather then going through his door, and she'd checked for early warning systems before she came in. It had been quiet too, she hadn't even realised he was there till she'd been grabbed and hustled back toward the window.
"Non, you didn't make any noise, but de building did. And it carries further in de cold den in de warmth." A pair of unamused red on black eyes regarded her. "Remember dat talk we had 'bout bottlenecks in security? Dis is one of dem. Ultimately, to reach dis room, you have to come through de door or de window, both of which become de locuses for de security. Something as simple as a loose hinge, or in you case, a slightly bent brace dat creates a creaking noise on de inset when any weight is applied to it and is only really noticable from inside de apartment near where de brick is oldest, gives enough of a warning."
Jubilee frowned, thinking about that as she hung upside down, the silence stretching as more snow slipped down her jacket and melted on her skin. She was going to get some kind of winter disease if she hung here like this much longer.
She'd thought of everything else, from making sure there was no noise, to making sure it wasn't easy for her to be seen coming in, and she'd entirely forgotten about the building itself. If this had been a real situation, she might have gotten herself or one of her companions killed. It was a sobering thought, to say the least.
"Damn," she muttered, almost to herself, but then she looked up and met his gaze directly. "So how would you have gotten around that?"
"Chosen someone else's apartment to break into. Barring that, made absolutely sure that no one was home when I moved." Remy said. "De problem, petite, is dat you still think wit' you feet more den you head."
"So I'm seein'," Jubilee noted, stretching slightly and then using the slight momentum to throw herself up in an attempt to grab his wrist with both her hands. "Lesson learnt?"
It was asked with a hopeful air, it was entirely possible that Remy would decide to drop her if he thought she wasn't taking him seriously enough, something she had learnt quite fast in her dealings with him.
"We see 'bout dat. Au revoir." He let go, letting her plummet neatly into the dumpster several stories below.
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