high_seas | Mini-Vacation from your Vacation, chere?

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Mini-Vacation from your Vacation, chere?

Who: The crew of the Stargazer & Rogue.
Where: The sea?
When: 10/01 - 10/08
What: Specifically, Rogue and Gambit have a good time in the rain. And other week shenanigans.
Warnings: Cute where it has no place being
Style: whatever
Status: Closed

The Stargazer is a humble little sailboat, enough room for three and right now they're at maximum capacity with an extra guest. Who is stuck on board for a week. While Gambit expects the Princess and Rogue to get along real good - he's not so sure about how the next seven days will pan out. They'll just have to find out...

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Well, den.

[Rogue's nerves sort of trickle into Gambit and he smiles as crazily as he knows how.]

Let's try t' have some fun, yes?

You're a damn lunatic, ain' ya?

[Her tone says she already knows the answer to that.

But then there's a flash.]

...Is that lightning...

[Yes, Rogue. It's pink.

And with the roll of thunder comes a sudden downpour from the clouds.

Also pink.

She is not at all proud of the yelp she gives at the sudden water.]

[He's about to be smart right back at her when the lightning crashes and he's suddenly very happy he got off the mast.]

...Am I de only one seein' pink?

[Speaking of which those clouds look a lot less....not pink than they should. What the hell?]

That is defin'ly pink.

[She's a bit... mystified as the rain keeps falling, but it also makes her laugh a little. Because the rain is pink. And falling hard.

What the hell will this place think of next?]

[Remy stares at the sky with the kind of face you'd expect on a cat who really despised water. In a few minutes they'd both look like drowned rats at any rate. And then Rogue does the thing, and his attention is swiftly taken by her.

And he smiles. A private little thing, very unlike his creepy, sly grins that made people think they'd lost an absurd amount of money at that precise second.]

Don' t'ink I've ever heard you laugh before, chere.

[And, damn, it's a nice sound.

He can ignore the rain for that, right?]

[She's thoroughly drenched. And there's really nowhere to hide. But that doesn't really matter. Even if the rain's a bit cool, it's not too bad against the air.

She flashes a smile at him.]

Guess there ain' usually much cause, way we tend t' meet.

[Attempted murder, threatening boys at her school, kidnapping.

These things don't lend themselves to levity.]

Maybe you should come 'round more when things ain' goin' t' Hell.

Ah, but disasters are my favorite times, cherie.

[He's a liar. Well sort of. Adrenaline junkies rarely know if it's the danger or the idea of death that gets them going.]

Still. Fo' you I'd make world peace happen. If y'wanted.

[...Well that left his brain easily.]

Y'know, I warned the Spades 'bout you. Told 'em you couldn' open your mouth without lyin'.

[But it's very affectionate.

Like that's a good quality for him to have.]

An' here you are, provin' me right. With world peace, you'd die of boredom.

Course, I prob'ly would too.

Wit' world peace I could do all kinds o' t'ings, chere.

[It'd certainly make stealing from other countries easier.]

Y' gotta open yo' mind t'de possibilities.

[But seriously he would get bored quickly. Arguing with her is too much fun.]

Possibilities, huh?

[She chuckled again, shaking her head. She didn't even want to imagine what he'd get up to with world peace in place.

Instead, she smiles a bit and puts her gloved hand against the crook of his elbow, on the jacket.]

C'mon.

That coat o' yours don' look waterproof t' me, an even your cards don' hold up too well 'gainst a lotta water.

[She gives a small tug, nodding toward the hatch to go below decks.

Somewhere they could at least start to dry off.]

[Remy sighed, all too happy and beaming like a moron once her arm threaded through his.

He gave a cursory squint up at the sky, like he needed to make sure it was in fact - raining pink and blew a noisy, silly breath out before looking back at her and smiling.

For once it looked genuinely happy. ]

No, yo' right, no' as water resistant I'd like.

[There was something nice about seeing that smile. Because it was just...

Him.

Not Gambit. Not an Acolyte. Not a thief. Just him. Smiling at her.

But that was dangerous. Because it was a really nice smile.

A smile that made her hate her powers. That she couldn't get close to anyone. For all her time with the X-Men, that hadn't ever changed.

What she'd said to Scott was still true.

She couldn't have that. And it made her smile lessen, her hand lift off his arm and retract a little.]

Should prob'ly get below then. Get outta the rain.

[His smile falters, just slightly as she moves away. He was enjoying that! Brief though it was, Gambit wished he could have more of it.]

Y'still comin'?

[There's a crack about her makeup just waiting...]

Yeah, 'm comin'. Ain' gonna sit out here lookin' like a drowned rat, after all.

[Her makeup's shot at this point, and she knows it, but she doesn't really care.]

[....There's something about that sentence that tingles at the back of his mind. Like he should be hearing something else in it.

But right now he can't. Not when she's looking at him like that.]

Prettiest I've ever seen.

[He's about ten pounds heavier than he was before the rain started, thanks to his boots and coat. Time to head in.]

[She smiled just a bit.]

Think you're real charmin', don' you?

[But, well. Right now? He kind of was.

It'd be nice to take his hand. Just see what he'd do if she tried. Probably make fun of her the rest of her life. But...

But she knew better. Knew to ignore that temptation.]

[He shrugged, flashing a smirk as he did.]

So I've been told.

[Remy lifts the grate up and manages to get down the stairs without slipping on the pink water.

[Rogue manages to get below herself without falling. Which, really, makes her quite proud. Sure, she's graceful enough. But water, slick wood, and wet boots? Don't always make for enhanced coordination.

Still, that done and out of the way of the water still coming through the grating, she smiles a bit again.]

Pink rain. Who'd've thought?

[Because it's easier to laugh about that than to admit she's thinking that he can actually be pretty sweet when he's trying. And charming when he's not looking to come off as slick.

When he's just... him.

Probably just a flirt. No real intent behind any of it. But... the attention's still nice.]

Should we...cover it?

[Remy nods up at the grating once they're both dripping under the deck. It makes a tad more sense than just letting the weird pink water trickle into the ship. Who knows what it did. Was doing.]

Oh! I know!

Piece of canvas, bigger than the grating. We can open it, put the canvas, and let it close on that.

[They could make that work. Lift part of it at a time to get the canvas on all sides so it would be held down by the weight.]

As long as it works!

[He doesn't care much what they do, just as long as it gets the below decks dry again.

He goes rummaging around in the small stockpile they have near the bow of the ship and finds a piece of canvas that is way too big for the grating right now, but it can be cut down to size to fit more snugly instead of falling on the stairs too. It'll have to do.]

You wanna lift de gratin' or shall I?

I got it.

[She's the shorter of the two of them. Which, for this, is an asset.

Rogue goes up a few steps, pushing part of it up -- and going from "damp but slowly drying" to "soaked" again. Still, she pushes enough of up over the corner and sort of wedges an end down in a hole of the grating to act as a bit of a hold while she tries to work it around the one side.

It's not perfect... but it'll do. And it tells her something she needs to ask the Spades about. They probably have a better way of dealing with this she can pass on for next time.]

-- Bon!

[He grunts, as the grating is wedged back into place and he tugs the corners soundly down with his body weight.

When he's satisfied that there isn't rain falling in at an alarming rate, he smiles at her - pleased at the good job they managed to do with not much actual forethought.

...And then he gets distracted by how damn pretty she is and how close they actually are to each other.]

...Bon.

[They're awful close, and there's just something about him.

Maybe it's just that he isn't afraid of her. Maybe she's crazy. Maybe he's just that attractive.

Either way, she smiles a little and pushes a bit of damp hair away from her face.]

Y' said that.

[He really wants to kiss her now and he has to wonder if he could get away with it without passing out - as he contemplates darting in, his body leans forward ever so slightly without him being aware of it doing so.

And that should probably set off all the alarm bells in his head, but he isn't really thinking right now.]

I did?

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i give up

just let it happen

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