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[cajunspice]

[Remy wasn't particularly musical, he could appreciate it but didn't have the inclination to create it, yet he again reached out to strum it once more before moving on. It didn't last long, quickly stepping back at the sight of the trophy and dropping his head to look at it in detail. Moving to get a better angle on it from under its protective dome, he was so tempted to open it up, even reaching to do it before he stopped himself and stepped back. For later, not now.

Instead his attention went to the other lamp in the room, walking up to the Tiffany Lamp and looking over it to see if it was the real deal rather than a replica, and reaching out to turn it on.]

[touchofrogue]

[The first thing connected with that touch is laughter.

Not unfriendly laughter, but warm and familiar - familiar is the key word there, indeed.

This isn't the same groundedness as before, but it is a place - a place that is open and welcoming and light -- a purpose, a reason to be -- to be.

And there is something beautiful about it, something beautiful about so many different people with so many different abilities coming together for a common cause, just like pieces of tinted glass form a whole, just like the - genuine - Tiffany lampshade.

There is something else too, something perhaps more insidious than joy... there is hope, unfurling slowly from the belly, strengthening the spine. Hope, hope like a light in the dark, hope for the next to mean something, hope to find a place, hope to make the world a brighter one.

If his hand remains longer on the light, though the feelings remain the scenery will begin to change - he will have a chance to pull his hand away before it takes him to a very different place.]

[cajunspice]

[Initially there was that want to keep holding onto the item like with the hurricane lamp, letting the sensation wash over him and lull him into a softer version of the world, letting it carry him. At least until a bitterness that lived in the back of his mind spoke up. Hope was useless, there was no hope for a person like him, and Remy quickly dropped his hand and drew back into himself as he eyed the lamp. Part of him wanted to touch it again, get that feeling back, but he squashed want that quickly and pushed it aside.]

[touchofrogue]

[As he releases the lamp, the sound of laughter fades.

Instead, the room simply remains... lighter.

Hope is not so easy to shake.]

[cajunspice]

[No, it wasn't, Remy could still feel it lingering despite his attempt to shake it off and again the need to just let it take over his darker thoughts.] Merde. [A rub of his eyes, he circled his way around the coffee table and dropped onto the couch,

Only to stand bolt upright a second later after getting a wave of those feelings over him.

Looking at the couch as if to work out what the hell had happened and what had happened (well, he could guess what it was, he knew those feelings well) yet finding nothing suspicious about it, Remy shrugged it off and dropped back onto it. Why the hell not, those feelings he did like. Letting them rotate through from the initial desire to final high, he put his feet up on the coffee table, one ankle crossed over the other.] I need one of these couches.

[touchofrogue]

Ya need ta get off that couch, is what I think ya meant ta say.

[Familiar voice is familiar, and very cross.]

An' get your feet off the table, were ya raised in a barn?

[cajunspice]

[What? Who? Lingering on those words, that voice, that tone. Ok, the tone he knew.] Rogue? [Shifting his weight Remy swung his feet off the table, leaning forward and looking around the room to source the location of her voice.]

[touchofrogue]

That's right. [The fire crackles loudly, almost imitating a whistle.] An' get off my couch, Swamp Rat.

[Before the whole thing starts up again.]

[cajunspice]

[Ok, yes, off the couch, but also moving around the place where that quiet voice was coming from, not questioning that the room was empty apart from him. Circling around left him still at the coffee table, before he glanced down and stared into the fire until, lo and hold...] Cherie! [Then got over his shock and smirked.] I knew ya were hot before, but this...

[touchofrogue]

Ha, ha.

[Rogue has her hands planted on her hips and is scowling up at him from her position as a tiny fire in the middle of the coffee table.]

You're hilarious.

[cajunspice]

I know I am. [Circling around the table once more to take in her situation, Remy finally stopped and crouched down by the side with the dip in it.] Ya ok in there, or ya needin' some fuel, would hate to see ya go out.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue blinked, momentarily stunned out of her irritation by his unexpected consideration. He just kept doing things like that.]

No, I'm fine. You can have a seat if ya want -- on the armchair.

[cajunspice]

Does that have la petite mort option on it as well? What kinda room ya runnin' here, Rogue, I rather like it. [He did however do as told, moving over to the armchair and waited for something to happen.]

[touchofrogue]

You're an idiot.

[Dry disgust in her tone, no desire to get into a discussion about that couch with him at all, thanks.

And nothing happens when he sits in the armchair. Voice lightly mocking:]

Don't tell me this is your first time?

[cajunspice]

Yes, 'm completely pure, can't ya tell? [Remy gave her a shake of his head and a 'really' look as he relaxed into the chair, glancing to the puzzle next to it, dragging one of the edge pieces over and putting it in place.]

[touchofrogue]

[When Remy touches the puzzle piece, the room fades around them.

They are on a riverbank. The air is hot, humid in a way only the American South can be. The sun is very bright. Bare feet dangle in the river, splash.

Then the memory fades, leaving behind something brief, tart in the mind.]

Not anymore, ya ain't.

[There are a few more puzzle pieces, but far more are simply... missing.]

[cajunspice]

[Lost in the memory for the moment, in a place that felt surprisingly like his own home by the bayou. Not quite the same, smoother, brighter, cleaner in a way, lacking the darkness that hung over New Orleans and mixed in with the spice of music, cultures, and food. The side most didn't know about. It was however enough for Remy to feel closer to home than he had in awhile, missing her words at first.]

Hein? What was that chere?

[touchofrogue]

[An exasperated breath releases a little puff of smoke; irritation remains part of Rogue's first defense.]

What do ya think? [Pause a long beat.] Ya really don't remember anythin' else like this? You're in my head, Remy. That was one of my memories.

[cajunspice]

[There was a long pause, before Remy let out a bark of a laugh.] Yeah, right, ok. [Pffft, in her head, suuuuurrree.

Although... she wasn't normally a fire... and most rooms didn't change when you touched stuff... and a couch like that didn't really exist. Oh... OH. Clearing his throat, Remy asked;] So... did ya absorb me? [Is this was what it was like to be one of the voices in her head? Was there the real him walking around outside of her skull? This was... this was strange, to say the least.]

[touchofrogue]

[Some of the irritation lessens in her expression. Her tone takes on notes of reassurance.] No, Remy. I didn't absorb ya.

[A gesture around her space.] Think this little tour is courtesy of the Atroma.

[cajunspice]

... Really? So it's like a shift? [Huh, ok, he could understand that... no, no he couldn't, but he would roll with it as if he did understand it.] Just... 'nside ya head?

Guess I shouldn't had gone pokin' 'round then.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue shrugs.]

I can't say I'm happy 'bout it, but can't say that right now I mind it as much as I should. Yay?

[She knows very well that she'd likely be very upset, if whatever was happening hadn't also affected the way she was right now. But yet, she doesn't care. So. Yay?]

Got some food an' drink over there if you're hungry. Get the feelin' this might be a while.

[cajunspice]

Whoop de do, [It was heavily laced with sarcasm that it might had been to much even for Rogue.] Least ya offer decent hospitality.

[Leaving the chair to look at the bottles of drinks again, Remy's eyes instead trailed back to the hurricane lamp, trying to piece the bits together considering he now knew where he was.] Was that Storm? [He pointed to the lamp in question.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue scowled at him.] Don't take it out on me, Swamp Rat. I ain't the one who trapped ya here.

[In fact, she could make this a whole lot less comfortable for him if she was so inclined. Not answering his questions would be the least of his worries, and she really did not feel like answering questions about what was in her mind.]

[cajunspice]

Ah, ain't meanin' to cherie, was just 'ssumin' we were past this kinda thing with bein' out of Luceti, it ain't a great thing to fall back 'nto. [She may ignore the question, but Remy moved to go look at the lamp again and moving over to that side of the room without realizing he was.]