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So. There are orcs attacking at night. They want to eat you. Take care of yourself and your cats.

So you're saying we need a dwarf, an elf, and some hobbits on top of all the humans that are around?

Will do. You stay safe too.

There are already plenty of hobbits. If you want free food instead of being food, there's the golf course to check out.

I did hear a stirring about that, sounds like a good time. You know, among killer orcs, or whatever is out there.

Also, I forgot needing a wizard, how did I forget that?

I have no idea.

[ She really doesn't. This kind of fantasy was not her thing. ]

Ah, not important I'm sure. And if we do need one, I'm sure he'll arrive precisely when he means to. [Remy's amusing himself at least with this all.]

Thanks for the heads up. You stay safe too.

Got some bad news.
Jean's dead. And she turned into the Phoenix before she went out.
It's not our Jean, but still a Jean.

I'm sorry.

[...well crap.

It takes awhile for her to get an answer. Mostly because Remy starts to answer. Then stops. Then rewrites. Then starts again.

Meeerrdddeee.]

Ah.

Thanks for letting me know.

[Followed by:] Ah fuck.

Yeah. I feel you, dude.

She didn't seem too hostile.

She took out The Father so he couldn't get to me.

I guess that's something at least. Glad to hear you're ok, Jubes.

[Another long pause, but once again Remy does respond after that break. Hearing that from Jubilee was good but... hard to believe. Then again, the Phoenix Five were doing stuff they believed 'right' when they were possessed. They did manage some good... other than being very overpowered and dangerous mutants mixed with pieces of a cosmic power.] 'Too hostile'? So a little hostile still? We talking, "I'm angry at the situation and just want to go home and be done with this merde" or "I'm going to destroy everything and nothing can stop me unless it's a loved one or a Xavier gets lucky enough to find a weakness in my shield, this time, but I'll be back and be even more powerful"?

Or... maybe it's not the same as we know.

I guess at least we got a handful of us here who've been through this and know what to do and what to look for. Maybe we can stop this before it gets worse, work with her to stop it going nuclear.

She was angry at the situation. Annoyed with me because I was afraid of her, but more of it was directed at The Father than me.

I think we're in the clear for now, but I wanted everyone to be aware. I messaged all the X-Men I know here.

It's not great. But yeah, I figure we can stop her. Or at least maybe divert her.

That we can. We can all keep an eye on her and help her out as needed. She doesn't seem like she's been through this before, and I'm sure once she's back, assuming it is 'her', she's going to be scared. Should be there for her.

Thanks for letting me know, Jubes.

That's true. I agree.

And of course. Everyone needs to know.

Hallo. Just checking up on you. Wondering how you're doing.

[You know after October.]

Your food's been good.

Edited 2020-11-12 00:04 (UTC)

Bonjour Doctor, nice to hear from ya.

Well, 'm back in my own body and less... shadow and mist, so that a good first start, non? Also findin' the smell of blood undesirable again, so chalk that up to two points to me. Hope ya got through it without too many scars, physically or mentally.

[Then a smile. Really Doctor, don't feed his ego.] Ah, thank ya, always more 'njoyable to cook for others rather than just for one.

[The Doctor smiles warmly back. His face turns a cross between seriousness and concern. A sympathetic look appears on Ten's face.]

I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry.

[The Doctor can understand. Last October, Ten had been a werewolf.]

But hey, we got through it.

[And that's what matters.]

How's your arm holding up?

Merci. [Remy then gave a shrug to that.] Though it ain't my finest hour, maybe not m' worst either. Maybe. [It was a tough call between shadow monster and Death really...] But at least I don't think I killed or seriously 'njured 'nyone, so I call that a win.

[As for the arm.] Ah, could do with a bit of maintenance I think. When I transformed 'nto that thing, I did actually lose it. Funnily 'nough, seems shadows can't hold stuff. Managed to find it again where I dropped it when I transformed, but could do with a tune up to make sure it in full workin' order. If ya wouldn't mind.

[The Doctor gives Remy a warm smile.]

Good. Glad.

[Action]

[The Doctor is already on his way over. It's not too long later Remy hears a knock on his front door.]

C'ourse not.

[Incoming hug in five, four, three, two, one]

[Remy smiles upon seeing the Doctor at the door, then grins as he's pulled into that hug, happy to return it. He's a rather touchy person normally, liking to have casual physical contact with others, so the hug is not off putting at all, giving a pat to the Doctor's back before stepping back to invite him in.] Come on in, make yaself comfortable.

[Ten beams with delight and proceeds in. Finding a spot on the sofa. Sits with his rear at an 90-degree angle and his sneakers on the table. Arms crossing at his waist. Then proceeds to take out his sonic screwdriver to mend, Remy's arm. In a collective voice remarks.]

You are right. Long as you haven't harmed anyone, while under this place's influence. That's the most any of us can hope for.

Big fond of hope too.

Edited 2020-12-01 02:18 (UTC)

[The first time the Doctor had done that when he first came over to Remy's house it had taken so much restraint not to slap a palm against the back of his head for putting his feet up on the table. Hell, even worse, his dirty shoes. It was all those years of ingrained manners taught to Remy by Mattie. Normally with the same slap to the head to make sure they really got in. Until he got too tall for her to reach.

Now, now it just got a shake of his head and roll of his eyes as the Doctor got to work.] What ya fancin'? I actually ended up with some nice stuff showin' up last month among the chaos, some chicory coffee from m' favorite place back home. [Then curious to know. And because he knows the Doctor likes to talk as much as he does, and tell stories.] Ya got a Cafe du Monde in ya world? Assumin' ya ever made it to New Orleans in the first place.

Tea! [The Doctor peaks up. Always tea] Good for the synapses.

[There's a long pause. Ten is waggling his tongue in thought about the question. Has any of his faces been to New Orleans.]

No, can't say I have. [An undertone of; and for him. That's saying a lot. Being so well-traveled.]

On my list. Mardi Gras after all.

[And this face does love a party]

Edited 2020-12-06 20:52 (UTC)

Tea I can do. [Hey, you never know until you ask. One day the Doctor may feel like mixing it up a bit and wanting something else, though he's the main reason why Remy started keeping tea around, even if it's not his personal choice in drinks. He can't help it, he was raised on coffee well before he should had been drinking it. Some sweet beignets and hot coffee packed with lots of sugar had always been a wonderful treat when Remy could had afforded it as a kid on the streets, especially in winter. Not that New Orleans really got that cold, but when you were a kid who had only lived there at that point in his life, it was cold enough to be happy to be holding onto a warm cup on the coldest days.

Remy let out a played up 'ahh' at the Doctor's answer, as if it was the worse possible thing the Doctor has missed out on.] Ya must sometime! She be a city of magic, I think ya'd really like it there, lots of stories to hear. 'm sure ya can explain everything that goes on there, but sometimes it's nice to pretend and play along with stuff even if ya know it ain't real. [Or sometimes it was real, as Remy well knew. Zombies, vampires, voodoo, he's ran into all of it down home. His city was a weird one, but he loved it. Always full of mystery and always ready to find something new.]

Ya know, if there ever a possibility for ya to jump 'nto my universe once we free of this, [Because it certainly has happened from other universes, though they tended to be ones who still had mutants in it.] I will absolutely show ya the best Mardi Gras ya could get.

Hallo, you're welcome to come on over on Christmas Day if you'd like.

Edited 2020-12-15 22:23 (UTC)

[Left outside the house is a dark blue basket. Inside is an associate of tea, chocolates, a box of lemon drops, a bottle of wine and a copy of Charles Dickens, Christmas Carol. A blue Tardis-shaped card attached to the basket says, 'Santa' in silver marker.]

Thanks Doctor, not sure what 'm doin' yet for the day, but greatly appreciate it.

Apparently, I must. Seems like they party like the French.

[A tongue click.]

What all goes on thar?

[A distressed look. He would love to. Expect. He can't.] I would absolutely love to. But the last time I universe hopped almost killed my Tardis.

Sorry, so, sorry.

Well the French certainly left their mark on the city, but everyone likes a big party, no matter where ya from.

That depends, ya meanin' Mardi Gras, or ya talkin' of all the stories the city's got hidden in it? 'cause if ya talkin' the first, mostly drinkin' 'nd being merry. After all, it's a time to sin before ya have to repent, so gotta make the most of it before ya ask for forgiveness. [Remy moved back across the room, carrying the Doctor's tea and his own coffee in his hand, placing the tea down first before moving to take a seat with his own drink.] If ya talkin' the second, mon Dieu, where to start? Ya want the Axeman's jazz, or how 'bout vampire nuns?

[Remy shrugged off the last part as he took a sip of coffee.] Maybe so, maybe not. Universe jumpin' be pretty common back home, or at least much more than it really should be. Some stick 'round, some head right back off. Stranger things have happened than a random person suddenly poppin' in for a bit before goin' back off to their own world.

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