Backdated to the 20th. Fourth Wall Day!

[la_belle_rogue]

[She didn't actually make a transmission last time this glitch happened. She hadn't wanted to see anyone from home. Too many questions, too many feelings. She'd ended up saying something anyway because her mother had come around and was doing what Mystique always does in her life: stir up shit.

But it's been a while. She's started coming to terms with a lot of her reasons for coming to the Barge in the first place. So this time, she'll see what there is to see.]

Any familiar faces out there? Ah won't turn down new ones too, if anyone's so inclined.

Comments

[cardstothrow]

Why hello, cheri. [ Someone sounds and looks like the cat who got the cream.]

[la_belle_rogue]

[Well...this is what you get for living dangerously, Rogue. This is what you get.

Now the question is, where and when is he from. He recognizes her, and she certainly recognizes him, but that means next to nothing. In her experience, no matter what reality, they usually find one another.]

Remy, hey. This is a surprise.

[cardstothrow]

[ That Devil may care grin didn't even start to fade, he just playfully rolled his eyes.]

Ya should know I could pop up an'time, Cheri. Be actin' like Dracula and all, Remy always comes back. [ He's just messing with her.]

So, what'd ya do to get caught up like that?

[la_belle_rogue]

[She laughs, because she can't help it. He's such a dork.]

Kinda off planet right now. The communicators up here don't usually do outside transmissions, 'cept today.

[cardstothrow]

Must'a know I was thinkin' 'bout ya.

[ He gives a all too playful smirk but doesn't go into details.]

Though I swear I just saw ya a few days ago. I passed through and stopped to see everyone.

[ After being possessed by a dead girl... he was kind of taking a break from the hero gig.]

[surfaceshine]

[Hello, Rogue. There's a front view of a black 1967 Impala talking to you, apparently, if what's on the communicator is to be believed. Someone's holding it though, because it's not steady, and the car is turned off.]

[la_belle_rogue]

[She recognizes the car's make and model, and instantly she's beaming.]

Well, hello there gorgeous.

[surfaceshine]

[The camera wobbles more with movement. Then there's an extreme closeup of a lopsided, currently upside down smirk just over the left side of the screen.]

Get a room.

[la_belle_rogue]

Don't tempt me, Mister. Ah'd treat her right.

[surfaceshine]

Hey now. [He's still grinning, moving around in front of the phone camera to lean against his car's front quarter panel as he talks.] She's a classy lady. She doesn't go in for strangers.

You'd have to go through a proper courtship.

[la_belle_rogue]

Ah'm sure we'd get along swimmingly.

[Her smile turns affection.]

Now there's a smile Ah was startin' ta miss.

[surfaceshine]

Hey, sugar. [His voice is warm. He's missed her, too.]

Getting anything good on this thing, or just the ones you should unhook and toss back?

[la_belle_rogue]

Nothin' Ah'd turn down.

[And then she switches the conversation to private, because Remy overhearing could be a thing, and she doesn't need that kind of fight in her hands. She wants to talk to Dean how she feels like doing, not like she's walking on egg shells.]

Ah take it things are goin' well? Ya look all in one piece.

[ Private ]

[surfaceshine]

When am I not?

[Dean doesn't even notice the filter switch; his flip phone is probably going to explode after this or something, but he'll consider a number change well worth the conversations he's already had.

He's more than in one piece; he's happy, all the way through in ways she is one of few to ever get glimpses of while he was on board the Barge, without the brittle, rawhide strength of character held up between himself and everyone else to hide the decay underneath.]

We're great. Really great. Sammy's inside, or I'd put him on.

It worked, Rogue. It all really worked.