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[notinthecards]

What: A Cajun cookout.
Who: Gambit, Rogue, Jubilee, X-23, and anyone who smells Cajun food and comes to check it out?
Where: The roof of the East apartment building.
When: Shortly before sunset on Thursday the 18th.

Earlier in the day, Remy had spent a great deal of time moving outdoor cooking equipment to the roof and getting it plugged in.

Some of it even belonged to him.

Cajun hush puppies, potato salad, seafood gumbo, chicken fricassee, dirty rice, scallop etouffee, stuffed jalapenos, and a wide arrangement of grilled meats wrapped in pepper bacon were arranged in a half-circle around him, kept in warming dishes or heated occasionally by the brush of a finger. This was going to be a perfect meal. A nice relaxing get-together. He'd make sure of it.

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[dontmesswith]

Rogue was debating if she should show up earlier or later to avoid as many people as she possibly could. Crowds were unavoidable, but dealing directly with people was easier to handle. Usually at school left her alone lately because they found out they were mutants and before that because of her looks and attitude. She was used to the X-Men she knew, the ones who gradually accepted her after she left the Brotherhood. They were with her through thick and thin--whether she wanted them to be there or not. Now she was left with getting to know a different group of X-Men.

Well...she might as well get it over and done with. If anything she could stay for thirty minutes tops before leaving.

She headed up to the East apartment building, heading up to the rooftop where she manages to open the door to the roof and stands there, taking in the spread, the scent of it and...surprise that Gambit managed to cook all of this.

"Hey."

[notinthecards]

"Evening, cherie. Pull up a chair, all this be ready soon enough."

He turned to glance back at her and flash a smile, but no more before attending to the same business he'd been working on already. That was the key to feeding stray cats, after all. Be friendly, but don't be interested.

[dontmesswith]

Rogue glanced around at the chairs and shook her head. No, she was better with being out in the open, or close to a wall.

"Nah, I'm good. Need to stand up for a little bit anyway." She had been at a chair, bent over a desk trying to figure things out. Though Gambit didn't seem to be prying about it. Ehh, maybe he was too busy preparing the food to really notice.

And damn her sense of morality. Did she dare ask to help out? You crazy? He's the one who wanted to set this all up. Let him do the work. Or maybe pitch in for the clean up---if she stayed that long.

[notinthecards]

Should've known better than to offer the chair. Well. Nobody resist food like this, in his experience, though if there was one girl stubborn enough to, here she was.

"This a strange place, you know. I mention to someone I'm a mutant, they either ask my autograph or need an explanation. Nobody mind. The people who call themselves nonfictionals, though -- anybody not real, as they put it, is a mutant to them. The same fear, even of people who come through as human and harmless as any of them."

[dontmesswith]

Rogue moved away from the doorway to move closer to one of the chairs, but not bothering to sit down. He should know better than to expect her to do something easily. Stubborn as a mule, that was Rogue for you.

"Total opposite of home. They know we're mutants and Principal Kelly is bent on makin' us enemy number one." That is until the Brotherhood attacked and the X-Men showed everyone they were in control of their powers, that they were people who could do good things like everyone else.

[notinthecards]

"'Like everybody else' always seem to be the sticking point," he commented, assembling a plate overbalanced with a full assortment of everything he'd put together and passing it to her. There. Now she have to sit down, just to make sure not to spill.

[dontmesswith]

"Seems to be, always the 'us' verses 'them' attitude," she muttered, looking over the plate he handed her. Oh, she can see what he was trying to do, but since there were other people coming around...she could easily say it's for one of the others and not her. That he's preparing plates a head of time for everyone else.

"I'll set this down." She won't sit down though.

[blowurmind]

Yo!

[dontmesswith]

...Hi.

[blowurmind]

What's kicken?

[dontmesswith]

[Shrugs.] Nothin'. [Looks over the other X-Men.]

What's your name? [This is entirely too awkward.]

[blowurmind]

Jubilee!

[dontmesswith]

[Takes a mental note of it.] Rogue.

[blowurmind]

[ Jubilee stares at all the food before piping up ]

I'm going to eat everything.

[notinthecards]

Don't make me slap your hand with a spatula, chere. A quarter of everything be enough for you?

[blowurmind]

Fiinnnee.

[notinthecards]

Said hello to our new guest, yet?

[He nodded sideways towards Rogue.]

[blowurmind]

K!

[notinthecards]

Remy put together a few plates while you chat. Extra jalapenos, I guess, and maybe not quite so much potato salad?

[tookthename]

In the air it's kinda hard to miss the smell wafting from the East apartment. Carol b-lines for the roof, landing perfectly while eyeing the--omg is that all homemade? Is that seafood gumbo and dirty rice? Carol thinks she must have died and gone to food heaven.

"Remy, I really hope this is open to the public."

[notinthecards]

"There's a little too much public for me to feed. Left the loaves and fishes at home. But you, I make a special exception for. Say hello to the others while I put something together."

He starts moving immediately around the assorted dishes, balancing a plate on his hand and maintaining eye contact. Serving size for everything is done by guesswork, watching the way she looks every time he pauses in front of a serving dish; but he tells fortunes and plays poker. He can read reactions pretty well.

I REMEMBERED I PROMISE

[halfdevil]

Dante was one of those people that you could very easily win through their stomach. So the smell of everything (and the brief glance at the network) had been the only call he needed to make an appearance. Without his jacket, even in the heat, he felt a bit naked, but a t-shirt and a pair of leather pants was really all he needed.

"Tell me you topped it all off by getting a few kegs."

[notinthecards]

"No can do, mon ami."

He shook his head sorrowfully a moment; then his lips quirked, and he tapped a cooler under the table with the toe of his boot.

"Maybe you find something almost as good in there, though. You pick a bottle and I see just how much bacon I can fit on one plate for you."

[halfdevil]

"Worst thing you can do is let me have free reign over the cooler, man," but he shrugs it off and heads over to check out the selection. When he picks something of interest, he pops the top himself.

"That's a lot of bacon. You're gonna get the whole island here you keep cooking it. I hear the scent of bacon, it goes on for miles."

[notinthecards]

The cooler is mostly bourbon and gin. More than one bottle of each. Behind it, because refrigerating it is a deep moral wrong, is a bottle of brandy. But there are a few beers as well tucked in amongst the liquor.

"Maybe if it starts to get crowded, we put a bouncer on the door. Or we send out for more supplies. Too early to worry now."