Log: Jubilee, Ororo and Remy

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Backdated to Tuesday 11th May 2010 at 1:00pm

Jubilee stops by Remy's apartment with a package and ends up spending time with Ororo while she waits for Remy to return. Talk turns to living arrangements and life choices.



Jubilee knocked on the door to Remy's brownstone apartment, a medium sized package settled against her hip. She'd already checked it for all the obvious signs of anything untoward, so she figured she'd deliver it.

The figure that opened the door was decidedly not one lanky Cajun, but instead his better half. Ororo smiled warmly at Jubilee, the light wieght robe belted about her middle fluttering gently in the breeze from the open windows. "Jubilee, hello. How are you today?"

"Hey, 'Ro," Jubilee said with a grin of her own, tilting her head up slightly to look the taller woman in the eye. "And I am fabulous today, yourself?"

"Well, thank you. Would you like to come in?" Ororo opened the door wider and stepped back, gesturing for the young woman to enter. "Remy has just stepped out briefly, but he will be back shortly. I assume he is who you came to see," she added, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

"I'd love to," Jubilee replied, shouldering her message bag as she dropped the package safely back into it. She'd give it to Remy when he got here. In the meantime, she could catch up with Ororo, someone she hadn't had much chance to really talk to since she'd gotten back. "And yeah, thought I'd deliver his mail since it'd give him less excuses to try going into the office. Although, with you here, I figure that's not much of a worry."

Ororo's smile grew as she crossed the room to the kitchen area, every surface of which was now home to some kind of potted plant, herb, or flower. It seemed Belladonna the carnivorous plant was no longer alone. "I am trying not to change his schedule at all - I would hope my presence is not a disruption here. Though I understand it requires some changes from us both, I would like for things to remain much as they were." She glanced over at Jubilee, indicating a tall urn next to the sink. "Coffee? Or tea?"

"I don't know, changes might be good for him. I've been told sleeping on a couch in your office can be bad for you," Jubilee noted, surprised by how brighter the room looked with so many plants. Of course, the last time she'd seen the inside of Remy's apartment it had been a little darker and she'd exited in a somewhat unorthodox manner. "Tea, please. Coffee makes me a little hard to cope with, I'm told."

"Tea it is, then." Busying herself with the preparations for the brew, Ororo moved about the kitchen easily. "What have you been busy with, lately?" she asked, glancing up occasionally to catch Jubilee's gaze.

“India mostly, and the stuff with Meggan,” Jubilee noted, knowing that Remy tended to keep the lines open between their operations and the X-men through Ororo. So she wasn’t revealing anything the other woman wouldn’t already know. “Although I’ve managed to eat enough that I no longer look like some sort of model for heroin chic as Amanda likes to say. You?”

She sat down on one of the chairs that Remy had, and which actually surprised her that he did, although she supposed she shouldn’t be. You live anywhere for a length of time and you start collecting furniture.

"Mm. 'India stuff' as well," the silver-haired woman replied, more than a little amused at the easy way the younger woman managed to sum up... everything, really. It was all she wanted to say on the subject at the moment. anyway. She concentrated on decanting the boiling water into a teapot, placing two teabags inside and closing the top to allow it to steep. "Milk? Sugar?"

“Sugar, always,” Jubilee noted with a wide grin and a wink. She relaxed back against the chair, taking up her habitual slouch. There was absolutely no reason to be on guard at this moment in time, and so it was time to relax. “But milk depends on what sort of tea you’re serving me.”

"Just regular Earl Grey, I'm afraid," Ororo said with an apologetic look. "I have not been back to the mansion to bring my collection back, so I have had to made do with this for now."

"I think I'll survive, but milk definitely then," Jubilee noted, idly tapping her foot against the floor. "Thinking of moving in here a bit more permanently?"

The silver-haired woman glanced up, her expression almost comical in its surprise. "Oh, no, this is not a permanent arrangement - I am not sure how long I will be here but it is certainly only temporary. Remy and I both enjoy our privacy and I would not want to intrude on his for too long."

Jubilee tried not to laugh at the surprise, grinning at her old team-mate instead. “’Ro, the look on your face. You’ve seriously never thought about living with him? I doubt he’d actually mind terribly.”

There was no response for a moment; Ororo merely pursed her lips and concentrated on the tea, adding a splash of milk to one of the mugs and then pouring out the brew from the teapot. Lifting them carefully, she carried them over and offered one to Jubilee, then took a seat on the sofa. "I suppose I never did think about it, before," she confided then, almost as if the long pause had never happened. "It seems so terribly domestic. And say what you will about Remy - that is not a word you could ever use to describe him."

Jubilee spent a moment breathing in the sweet aroma of the tea, a genuine sigh of pleasure escaping her lips as she closed her eyes and just existed for a few seconds before taking her first sip. “No, I never would, but that’s only because he’d throw me out a window again if I did. Just, it’s okay to want more, you know? Don’t limit yourself thinking that there’s only one or two paths for yourself, or that you even have to want that.”

"Yes, of course." Ororo's features grew pensive, though she nodded in distracted agreement with the young woman's statement. Just then there was the sound of footsteps outside the door and she straightened and turned her head, anticipation overtaking any reluctance or rumination in her expression.

Remy opened the door, his other hand holding the paper grocery bag. Considering how mobile his life normally was, LeBeau mostly survived eating out and his fridge was fairly bare of the basics. It was something that with another person in the apartment couldn't work, and he'd stepped out earlier to replenish his stocks.

"You have any idea what silverbeet is? Dat Chinese lady at de market all but threatened me if Remy didn't buy some." LeBeau said as he entered. "Oh, salut, petite. Come to visit de garden?" He bent over to kiss Ororo on the cheek before taking the bag into the kitchen.

"Mail run, actually," Jubilee admitted and fished the package out of her messenger bag, tossing it to him from where she sat. "Visiting the garden was a bonus. Also, silverbeet is a vegetable, I think."

She took another sip of her tea and settled back, in no hurry to leave.

Remy took the package from the bag and opened it as he milled about the kitchen. His fingers trailed along Ororo's shoulder as he paced past, unconsciously skipping along her robe.

"I am sure we will find something to do with your mystery vegetable," Ororo told him, tipping her head back to follow his trajectory around the apartment. Since her arrival at the apartment several days earlier her demeanor had calmed significantly; true, she hadn't done much except pore over newspapers and water her plants, but it was what she had needed to do. Remy hadn't pressured her to be more active or to return to the mansion, a fact for which she was extremely grateful, as she had needed those days of relaxation to settle and stabilize. And, somewhat to her surprise, she was enjoying sharing the apartment with him, despite the dozens of tiny adjustments they were both having to make. "Sautée it, perhaps. Or make a salad, if it is particularly tender."

"Mmm..." Remy agreed somewhat abstractly as he opened the package. He scanned the information held in the iPod, cleverly encrypted to look like a normal MP3 file in the midst of a thousand. He frowned and slipped the iPod into his jacket. "Jubilee, on you way out, knock on 'manda's door. I'm going to need a flight to Prague tomorrow. Anything commerical, no charters. Usual precautions."

Jubilee gulped down the last of her tea and placed it gently on the table, grinning at Ororo, and then nodding at her boss.

“That’d be my signal to book it then. ‘Ro, it was totally awesome to see you again, we should do this more often,” she said, standing as she threw her bag across her back, and then moved around the couch and started toward the door. “Oh, and Gumbo, be careful yeah?”

"You know me." Remy said non-committedly, and closed the door behind her as she left. "Sorry, chere, I might be gone a couple of days."