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Post by Scott Summers on Jan 22, 2013 12:08:58 GMT -5
The kitchen was quiet this time of the night. Just before nine, activity moved to the other zones of the mansion. Scott Summers had come down to make himself a snack before retiring to his paperwork. He was currently working on his classwork as well as doing some of the DR sims for the next batch of runs. The big 'game' was coming up and he wanted to make sure the current batch of students was up for the challenge... they looked kind of thin to be honest.
Scott took out some pillsbury drop and bake brownies and his carton of soymilk. He set up the pan for the brownies and threw it in. The young dour man was dressed in all black, a t-shirt and jeans. He wore no shoes. His hair was straight and back. His red glasses were about the only real color about him.
He poured a glass of his soymilk for himself and sat down at the table with a timer. It wasn't exactly Jean's baking good at display, but it was going to taste good and get him through the night.
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Post by Gambit on Jan 24, 2013 22:18:14 GMT -5
It was a quiet night for the academy, and note a creature was stirring. Except for the Cajun, who could have sworn his guy was practically crying for some food. Remy was resting in his bed in purple silk pajama bottoms and shirtless, his messy brown hair was all over the top of his head. Gambit's staff and his cards were resting on a counter next to his bed. Life as a thief caused Remy to sleep very lightly, and always demanded he had some way to defend himself just in case someone came a knocking at the door. It was a gift, and a curse, a double edged blade, while it kept Remy alive there was never a night where not even the creaking of a closet door would prevent him from readying into a defensive stance. After closing his red eyes and unable to sleep, Remy muttered under his breath. "Ahhh, screw this, Remy gonna grab himself some food."
Remy finally climbed to his feet, with a yawn he walked out of his bedroom and made his way to the Institutes rather stocked kitchen. Gambit didn't care much for covering his chest, he figured the kids would be far too asleep for himself to get that decent and the adults didn't seem to mind it, let alone the young ladies Remy would flirt with time to time. Once Remy's body finally made it near the kitchen his nose perked up and said to himself. "Now who'd be awake at this hour?"
Upon further investigation, the Ragin Cajun appeared in the kitchen, his hands over his head, his eyes looking about the kitchen to see Scott baking. Why did that put Remy on edge was beyond him, Scott was undoubtedly a fantastic field leader, but when it came down to the simple things, like cooking, Remy questioned his every movement. Remy kept his cool and said to Summers. "Hey' yeah, what is de' teacha's pet doing at this late of an houa?"
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Post by Scott Summers on Jan 26, 2013 13:17:45 GMT -5
Scott was lost in his thoughts as he waited for the timer to tick away. He was currently thinking about Jean... nothing different there. He was wondering if there was still a bit of room in her heart for him. Maybe he would find out after the date/non-date to the circus.
He poured a new glass of milk for himself as Gambit came down. He ignored the thief for the moment. He was not entirely sure why Xavier gave Gambit a berth here. Well, he did know why, but he didn't agree with it. While the Cajun seemed to be a type who didn't mean harm in general, Scott didn't believe that he was trustworthy. When push came to shove, he expected the cajun to exit stage left.
He looked up at Remy through his red glasses as Gambit addressed him. "Probably the same as you." His timer went off. He rose and fetched the brownies out of the oven, slightly burnt, guess he set it too high. "Want a few?" He used a spatchula to set them on plate to cool but put one on a smaller plate for himself.
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