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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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[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.

Mm? Oh? N-no thank you. I do appreciate the offer though. [It's kind, but no. Right here's where she's comfortable, with the solidity of a wall right behind her.]

Are you sure? I could bring up another chair, if you want.

[Sitting between two teenage strangers would be weird. Especially when one of them is blue.]

... [The wall was a comfort for her fear but a chair would be more pleasant...and Adele was terribly curious as to what Kurt's abilities would look like in person. She can't help a small, thankful smile before nodding.]

I would appreciate that Monsieur Kurt.

One second!

[AND BAMF. Kurt vanishes with a flash and a sudden puff of smoke where he was previously sitting. Don't wait up, he will be just a bit. So talk among yourselves.]

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[Rogue coughs and waves her hand in front of her face.

He always does that.

She glances over to Adele for her response to Kurt's sudden display.]

[It had been just as fascinating to watch in person as she'd thought it would be. Adele didn't entirely repress a small, fond smile at Kurt's vanishing act. She'll never admit it but she was a fan of his character, just a little.]

[Well he'll poof back in now, crouched on the top of the chair. There's even a blanket draped over the arm.]

There, now you have front row seats to couchmageddon.

Thank you Kurt. [Adele dips her head, braces herself for at the very least shakes and faint hiccups, and walks over to the chair to tug it closer to the wall. If it was near the wall, it wouldn't be so bad. She hoped.]

[...huh.

Rogue flicks her gaze over to Kurt and then back over to Adele significantly. Gonna help her or not?]

[Yeah yeah, he doesn't even need to be glared at! He's already helping to tug it wherever it's going.]

There, perfect, yeah?

It is, Kurt, thank you. [Adele settles in the chair and tucks the blanket around her legs, forcing herself to relax. For the most part she was doing very, very well, thanks in part to mental deception and a great deal to the sedatives pumping through her veins. Her hands were barely trembling, and that at least could be blamed on the cold.]

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