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4th Card Dealt [Voice/Action]

Anybody up for givin' a homme a hand haulin' a sofa up some stairs? Gotta get dis t'ing up to the roof of Community Buildin' 1, and it's a heavy li'l sucker.

'preciate any help, mes amis.

[Later on, once he's gotten Adele's abomination of a sofa dragged up to the roof, it's showtime. Or, well. Will be showtime after dark. Best effect at that point, after all. You can't go doing something crazy and stupid without doing it to the full effect. At least not when your name is Remy LeBeau.

The sofa will eventually be charged up to high heaven, shoved off the ledge, and blow up for everyone's viewing pleasure.

This is what it is to be a good neighbor and you know it.]

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There's no reason to go hungry.

[Kurt NEEDS NO BLANKET. Yeah, being fuzzy is the best.]

[And another throw of popcorn. Catch.]

What he said.

[...you may also notice that Rogue's usual glove is resting on her lap on top of the blanket. The hand that's dipping in and out of her popcorn is adorned with a fingerless glove.

This is mostly because she doesn't like getting her gloves greasy. Mostly.]

Ain't like it'll slow us down.

[That glove difference is duly noted. When he steals that blanket later, he'll have to be a little more careful. For now, he's just going to go and steal some popcorn.]

Good. Wouldn't want you to end up missin' out on any of this jus' 'cause of a li'l popcorn.

[It is a long, heavy walk up the stairs with the cooler full of beverages. A mix of champagne, bourbon, a bottle or two of wine, and several cans of soda. One never knew who would be coming to a party and if Gambit was the Gambit she thought he was, if any of his compatriots showed they would be too young to drink.]

Do you know where I could place...this...[Braced as she was for the sight, seeing a teenaged Kurt Wagner and Rogue was...a mild surprise. She shook herself free of it and sets the cooler down, pulling out a glass for herself.]

These are your friends Remy?

[Sorry, whoever you are - Kurt is going to have to deal with you right off the bat. Rogue has something else she needs to deal with right now - namely, reckless Cajun popcorn thieves.

This is an audible gasp followed by a quickly retracted hand.]

Hey!

[...you may have just won back the point she earned by showing up here with the sofa in that move, Gambit.]

[His answer is just a wink before he tosses the popcorn into his mouth. Sure, it was a risky move, but nothing beyond what he can manage.

Also, entirely worth it just for that gasp.]

Thanks, chere.

[He's like a two-year-old attackin' an electric socket. All for the thrill of danger, huh? She's no roller coaster ride.]

Idiot.

[FROWN. And Rogue tugs the popcorn closer to her chest. Try getting it now.

...but then, they have company up here.]

[Alright, he feels kind of bad that she just carried those drinks all the way up here. He'll probably end up stepping forward to move the cooler again when the time comes, but for now, he'll just answer her question.]

Somethin' like that. [And she probably already knows who they are, if her reaction earlier is any indication, but he'll still play host.] This's Rogue an' Ni-- Kurt.

[It feels. Kind of weird not to use the codename. But hey, he's not sure Kurt would introduce himself as the amazing Nightcrawler.]

Y'all, this here is the neighbor who asked me t'get rid of the sofa... Dr. Adele.

[Here's a wave from Kurt.]

Ahh, hey Doctor. [He feels kind of bad. He didn't realize Gambit was gonna have her help haul stuff up here!]

You're here for the couch explosion?

[Adele's struck by Kurt's youth for a second time before she manages a smile and nod of her head to both teens. If that smile turns a little vicious at the mention of the couch explosion, well, it knows what it did. And it knows it deserves it.]

As it is my monster of a sofa we are destroying? Yes. Though I am uncertain as to why Remy chose to make a party of it. [Still she shrugs and pours herself a glass of champagne, saluting Remy with it.]

It is a pleasure to meet you Monsieur Kurt, Mademoiselle Rogue.

[...and the person getting Remy to do manual labor is a pretty blonde. Color her surprised.

Except not at all.

...although that really is the most hideous couch. It's far better off blown up, she has to say.

Rogue just nods in Adele's direction.]

[He is totally calm in the face of questions concerning his brilliant idea.]

Why not? Don't get much else to start a party over 'round here.

[This over Remy's shoulder, towards the good doctor.]

He probably just wanted an excuse ta blow stuff up.

[Someone may still be a bit bitter about the your reckless fingers, Mr. LeBeau.

...]

Not that he needs much of one. That couch is worse in person.

You have no idea. Before Remy had it moved up here it devoured two of my socks, a pillow, a quilt, and the rug closest to it. I am of the opinion it was expanding, though I shudder to think about what it would become if left to it's own devices.

Wow, talk about a monster couch. Was it already in your apartment?

[He's been to other apartments and none of them have furniture so terrible!]

[For the most part Adele remains next to the wall that leads to the stairs, leaning against it. If she closed her eyes and kept focused on her rage at the thing they were to destroy, the sedative she took earlier should keep her from panicking. Maybe. Best have a cigarette just in case. And some champagne. Just to keep her mind off the height. She drags a match over the wall and lifts a cigarette to her lips, lifting a shoulder at Kurt's question.]

It was not just a sofa then. It was a pillow, about...the size of a book, yes? And it swallowed my good sofa, and continued to spread.

[The more he's reminded of just how freakish this sofa is, the more Gambit is wondering how he made it up these stairs without it devouring him.]

It's got it comin', put it that way.

[...a pillow that ate the sofa.

...well, there's been weirder things.]

Best start with the decontamination, then.

I feel like I'm in a late night horror movie now.

And you were not even there when it tried to eat my socks. While I was wearing them. [She shudders, her disgust with the sofa overriding her phobia for the moment.]

[As soon as Rogue mentions starting the decontamination, Gambit's eyes literally and figuratively light up. That sofa is in for it.]

Sounds like somethin' outta an' ol' 50's horror flick, don't it? I'm ready to take it out soon as any'a you are.

[Rogue shakes her popcorn bag. The one that's right by her and that you can't have.]

Don't hold back on our account.

[He will find a way to steal that popcorn again. Best thief in New Orleans can't lose to a popcorn bag.

Also, he smirks in answer to that challenge.]

Since you insist...

[Time to start pushing the evil sofa up to the ledge. Drumroll, please.]

[Adele watches from the wall, and though she would love to help Remy move the sofa, really she would, there was no way she was going to leave this spot. Nothing against you Remy, it's just more than she can handle.]

[...]

Plenty of room in the middle of the couch, if ya like. Kurt could go get another blanket.

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