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Who Rogue

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Where The Institute
When Friday March, 19th- early afternoon
Warning Confusion? Tension? idek
Summary Rogue finds Remy
Format Whatever works~

Rogue found that once she was in the air... the lay out of the place made a lot more sense. Green eyes scanning around, she found her route and started making way to the "Institute". This was so surreal. What was this place, and why were so many of the X-Men ported here... and from different times no less?

Everyone spoke to her so casually... as if they had already made this place their new home. She wasn't sure if it was all an illusion or mind trick... but what she figured was it was best to roll with it with cautious optimism. Hope for the best, accept what has happened, and if something goes wrong: a couple of good sturdy punches would give her a jumping start of fighting her way out. But it all seemed so real. It had to be real.

She found the Institute in no time, and landed to the ground. Brushing her hair off her shoulder, she looked around. Remy. Where was he...? Was he really here too?

Rogue let out a breath. It would be just her luck to have him here. She wanted to have a less than positive reaction to that... but even with everyone else that had contacted her since her arrival, she was glad that out of all those voices that Cajun was one of them. Whatever that meant.

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"S'pose it was due time for a remodel, but a new world's a little extreme." Rogue joked shrugging her shoulders. She smiled a bit, as if for a moment she felt a bit of that nostalgia Remy felt. Given, it was probably not the same context, but she chuckled a little.

"Somethin' stronger? Shoot, Ah ain't that down." Rogue let out a soft laugh and reached for one of the bottles of water. "Ah got tougher skin than that."

"You know de X-men, we ain't ever do anyt'ing small." He chuckled, and popped the cap off of his water bottle, taking a gulp before continuing. "And dat's good t'hear. Little bit more'a dat bright attitude, and we can maybe get de rest of dis place feelin' alive again."

"Where to next -- de gymnasium o' de garden?"

Rogue opened her bottle and took a drink for herself before turning her head. "...Were yah feeling gloomy, Remy?" She couldn't imagine why. As far as she could tell... this place certainly seemed lively. The Institute was a bit more quiet than she remembered it being, but with twenty of them in comparison to a full house-- that was quite a jump.

She pushed off the counter. "Oh, we even have a garden now~"

He laughed, then held up his hand and measured a small space between his forefinger and thumb. "Jus' about dis much, chère." he explained, slowly walking to the door to continue the tour. "But it's more of'a culture shock t'ing dan anyt'ing else -- you know, like how it was when we all first met de Shi'ar. Different time and place."

Rogue followed with a small laugh. "You're tellin' me." She shrugged her shoulders a little. "Guess stuff like this is jus' gonna happen to us more and more. No other way t' deal with it other than going with it." The more she was thinking about it... the less she was upset about being here. What was waiting for her back home? A mess with Gambit, Joseph complicating things, and an alien empire that needed to be rescued. She wasn't one for trying to take the easy way out... but in comparison to this? If she couldn't go home... she wouldn't complain. "Work with the cards you're dealt, right?"

He snapped his fingers, letting out another one of those honest Southern boy chuckles he was so famous for back home in the Big Easy. "'Xactly," he replied, half-hoping that Rogue was adjusting as well to life here as she said or thought she was. It'd be a mess to try and ease her in to things -- into this place, her future, their future together -- if she wasn't a bit at ease with what had happened to her.

"You got a mind t'stay at de Institute, o...?"

"Ah reckon' there really ain't a heck of a lot of options for me." Rogue responded, shrugging her shoulders. Sure, there were options... but Rogue wasn't sure or comfortable enough with her surroundings to get a place of her own. She might as well stay at the Institute. "At least until Ah get settled, Ah guess." She turned her head towards him.

"..You're stayin' here, right?" She didn't know why she asked that... it wasn't like the thought of him in the Institute would dictate if she was going to stay or go. She had to get used to the idea that this wasn't the same Remy she knew back home -- well, it was and it wasn't-- in any case it wasn't really fair for her to stay sore at him, though it left all these feelings she didn't know what to do with.

He stopped mid-stepped, instinctively reaching up to the scratch the back of his neck. He hadn't meant to inadvertently bring that up, either. "Ah, well, chere..." He looked up, then heaved a sigh. "It's complicated. I ain't stayin' wit' de X-men proper right now because of some disagreements me n' Scott had with how he was runnin' t'ings back home, but I'm still on de team."

His next bit of news wouldn't be any easier to break, either. "Actually, I'm stayin' wit' Lorna in de first Institute dey built."

And there it went. Fire in the hole.

Rogue stopped, blinking at Remy's response. Well, it was just one surprise after another. "Wh..." She knit her brows together. She knew that Remy and Scott didn't see eye to eye often, she was just surprised it might have gotten that far to make Gambit leave. And he was staying with Lorna? She folded her arms across her chest, trying to decide how to even react to that. "Well. Alright then." She spoke, walking ahead, a bit quickly. "... about that garden."

She had to remind herself she didn't have a place to pry into his business. She wanted to, but she wasn't even sure if the Rogue from his time would be in any place to pry either. Outwardly she was clearly bothered, but true to her fashion she pushed it aside.

Oh boy. He ran up to Rogue to try and explain, waving his arms around like a madman. She always had that effect on him -- he turned into a comedian, into a clown for her love, always trying to appease to that side of her that wasn't like Mystique.

"Ana, wait! Wait!" he blurted, trying to grab her by the arm. "It ain't like dat, alright? It's just dat --" Remy closed his mouth, teeth making a clicking noise. He couldn't tell her...He couldn't tell her so much, not just yet. "--It's complicated, alright? We need t'be away from de team right now for different reasons. Dat's it."

Rogue stopped, looking back at Remy. He just... did he... Ana? She let out a breath, eyes meeting his. It was times like these that she wasn't sure whether she should smack him or hug him. A faint smile hinted at her lips, but it quickly faded. Of course it was complicated. It was always complicated.

She turned towards him. "Its fine. As much as Ah hate being left in the dark.. Ah don't think Ah could handle any more light today." Especially since she had the distinct feeling it wasn't good.

She tilted her head, narrowing her eyebrows. "Just don't make me worry about you. That's all Ah need." Rogue pushed a hand against his chest.

Remy found himself reaching for her hand without the implications of the moment fully hitting him, his fingers trying to reach around the soft thing and give it a comforting squeeze. He would obviously tell her everything in time, but as long as she trusted him, as long as she believed in him, there would be time for it later. There would be.

"Chere, dat's one t'ing you know I can't promise," he admitted, looking down at her with a somber look. "But ya know I'll try t'de last t'keep it off your mind. Ain't no force in heaven o'hell dat gonna take me away from ya."

Hours before, back home, she and Remy couldn't stand like this. She wouldn't let him get close enough. The affection felt good though... even though she wanted to move on, time and time again Remy made it hard for her. It was comforting, but frustrating.

"A blessing and a curse." Rogue smiled at him, pulling away.

After all this, a part of her did feel that it was necessary to find Scott and talk to him.... hopefully he'd fill her in a couple things himself so she didn't feel so out of the loop. She looked down the hall. "Funny how this place is so familiar... 'cept Ah'm more lost than I think Ah've ever been." She would need some time to adjust, that was for sure.