shades_of_jean | 2nd Thought [Video]

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2nd Thought [Video]

[Ever since Scott disappeared, Jean has been feeling a bit glum. Somehow, having your best friend around just makes everything that much more tolerable. Not that she doesn't enjoy Kitty, Storm, and the rest; She's very thankful for their presences! But-- Scott was special. Scott is special. And his absence in her life weighs heavily on her mind.

Not liking to dwell or mope, though, she is doing her best to keep her spirits up.]

Hi, everyone! [She gives a little wave to the camera.] My name's Jean, for those of you who haven't met me. I'm still pretty new here, but I figured it was about time I did one of these.

I was wondering if anyone here would be interested in playing some sort of field game. Soccer, basketball, baseball-- I'm open to suggestions! I used to do varsity sports, back home, and I admit I kind of miss it. If there's a sport I don't know, from one of your homes, I'd be happy to try and learn, if I can.

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Yeah. Pulled a few switches, pushed a few buttons, and voilà! [She slowed her dribble down to a lazy, languid thud.... thud.... thud.] So you're familiar with the Danger Room, then?

I know of it. [How he knows about it, well, that was another story.]

[Unzipping his trench coat, Remy slipped it off and let it drop to the floor, a few items 'clunked' within it as it landed on the ground. It left him wearing a zipped up hoodie and drawstring sweatpants. He did not like the cold, and was not looking forward to being stuck in another location that snowed during the winter. New Orleans didn't have this problem.]

So, what rules we playin' with?

I figured one-on-one, college rules. First to twenty-one, by two. [She bounce passed the ball to Remy with a playful smirk.] But however works for you, I'm probably down. [She wanted to chat with him about their world. Find out when he was from. Why he was so friendly when, last she had seen he had been attacking them. But that could all wait for the water break. For now, they had fun to have!]

[Catching the ball with one hand as it was thrown to him, Remy bounced it against the floor several times, getting the feel of it again.] Sounds good to me.

[How was he going to play this. Not like he knew the girl well, and no doubt she would be a bit insulted if he went easy. She seemed like the independent type. It also wasn't like he was playing against his brother, when they tried to thrash each other with the highest score they could. This was more a casual game, a chance to stretch out the muscles. But in saying that, still had to have some fun with it all, and maybe show off a little.]

[Shifting his hold on the ball, he lobbed it through the air and into the far basket. It was totally a hail Mary type shot, and Remy wasn't sure it would go in, but he wouldn't show that. Instead, he just offered Jean a smile.]

[Jean's eyebrows went up, her jaw dropping slightly as Remy lobbed the ball all the way across the room, turning to watch it hit it's target. Impressive, definitely, but kind of rude, since the ball was all the way over there now. She turned back with a smirk.]

Are we calling that first point, then? [Using her TK, she summoned the ball, floating it across the room and back into her hands.]

Technically, ain't it actually three? [He was being a bit of a smart ass now... ok, MORE of a smart ass.] 'nd no, don't need to count that.

[Unzipping the hoodie Remy quickly shed that too, throwing it on top of his coat and leaving in his final layer of a black tank top. With a slight alteration of course, to give his newly acquired wings room. As he stretched his arms out firstly in front of him, then above his head, the wings echoed the motion, before laying flat against his back again.]

Lets go then.

Technically, in one-on-one we only use one basket-- the near one. But sure. Let's call it three.

[And they were off. A very spirited game ensues, one which seems very closely matched. Jean's well rounded technique and skill and evenly balanced by Remy's speed, longer legs, and general agility. Also he's not a bad player; not at all. Starting with his three point lead, Jean quickly makes up the difference, at which point they keep up with one another, netting points and keeping the score tied up, until, finally--
swish

Jean makes the winning basket.]

Yes! Alright!

[She jumps into the air giving a pump of her fist. This has been a good game. Exciting and fun, and just what she needed as a good distraction from Scott leaving. She grins, pushing sweaty hair out of her face. Yes, even the perfect and wonderful Jean Grey sweats.]

Good game!

[Wiping his own sweat off his forehead with the back of his forearm, Remy slowed the pace he had previously to try and stop her last goal down to a jog, dropping it further to a walk. He gave a nod of his head in Jean's direction.] Well done chere, nicely played.

[That was fun. It felt normal, for being in a very abnormal place. It acted as his own distraction too, away from trying to figure out how this world ticked and if there was some sort of exit hiding around the corner.]

[Turning to face him, she gives a little playful mock bow.] Thanks. That was a great game! You're really good.

[She pauses, as she heads over towards the controls, to turn the program off.] So... I have to ask. When are you from?

I'll show ya mine if ya show me ya's. [Remy offered a rather cheeky grin to go along with that, heading back to his coat and crouching down to reach into it. Pulling out a drink bottle, he pulled open the mouth piece with his teeth before taking a long drink, his eyes focusing on her the entire time.]

[Jean shrugged slightly. It's not like she had anything to gain by not telling him; nor was it like she had ever planned on withholding that information.]

Well. When I'm from [What had happened to her life that that was grammatically correct statement to make? Ugh.] I've not actually met you, per se. I've encountered you though. Big huge fight, involving Magneto releasing a Sentinel on us in the middle of down-town?

[Yes, but might help him not to tell her everything. Remy let out a light chuckle as he closed up his drink again.] Ah, that fight, hein? Shame it be when I'm one of Buckethead's goons.

I be... quite a bit in ya future.

I figured. You seemed-- a little more familiar with me than I was with you. In a good way. [She chuckles, as the program powers down, the basketball court flickering into non-existence.]

"Buckethead" huh? I take it to mean you don't stay one of 'the goons' then?

['More familiar' might not be her opinion if she knew what was in her future, provided she got back home. Really, the only interaction they would have is more fighting. For now, Remy would let it slide, no need to inform her about that.]

Non, I be back to freelancin' 'nd gettin' by in the world. [Kind of.] The normal. Must be weird for ya, bein' 'round others who know what's to happen for ya.

Yeah... It definitely is that. [Her mind immediately jumps to the kiss Scott gave her upon arrival. Man, and here she had managed this whole game without thinking of him. Darnit.] But they say we don't remember when we go back so, [She shrugs.] Just another level of "weird" to get used to. All in a day of the life for a mutant.

[Getting back up on his feet, Remy rocked back on his heels, hands interlinking behind his head as he used the pressure to stretch his back and shoulders.]

'pparently don't when ya come back here either. [Part of him refuses to accept the previous 'Remy's in this world were even him. He didn't remember it, so how could it be him? Not his memories, so not part of him, simple as that.]

[Remy quickly brushed those thoughts away.] Ah! Live for the moment, don't worry too much 'bout what will be, just a whole bunch of stress ya don't need.

Well... from what I've heard, my future's looking pretty bright. So I suppose that sort of outlook works well, in my case. [Everything's coming up Jean. ~~Just like always.~~ ~~Until the Phoenix.~~]

Oui, good guys prevail, world survives, money rains from the sky, world hunger be solved. [Remy waved a hand as he listed those off.] Not all of those may be true.

Hmm, is the raining money in coins or bills? Because I'm thinking coins would be more trouble than expected. [She pauses to think.] Now there's a mutant power that would be interesting...

Blunt trauma via small projectiles? [Stop being a smart ass Remy.]

Well, if it's as simple as that, then I have that mutant power. [Two can play at that game, sir.]

That you do. [In theory, he could make that work too, with a bit of practice, using an explosion to propel an object, but where was the fun in that?]

'nd if ya did have a mutant who could rain down money, I may be out of a job.

It'd play hell with the world economy and inflation to boot. So I doubt it'd work. Would have to be something like-- can turn rain water into silver. I'd say that's ridiculous, but seriously? Not really that far fetched anymore.

Chere, [Remy gave her a bit of a 'really?' look.] Even before all this, I worked with a man who can turn his skin to metal 'nd a boy who makes fire into play toys for his own amusement. Makin' something into 'nother thing, don't seem that big of a step from our own world, let 'lone here, hein?

[He then signed] This world here be bad 'nough with no currency. [Grumbling more to himself.] Borin'.

That's what I meant, in our world. There was a time, beleive it or not, when I was just your run-of-the-mill high school student. [Don't be modest Jean. You were never run-of-the-mill.] Personal Alchemical powers seem like they'd be pretty simple at this point.

Does not having money make it that bad? Why?

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