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...And also these.

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q

Nami

Nux

One

Phèdre nó Delaunay
de Montrève

R - U

R. Daneel Olivaw

Rapunzel

Remy LeBeau

Riku

Robin Redbreast

Rogue

Santanico Pandemonium

Shawn Hunter

Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore

Steve "Orion" Rogers

Steven Quartz Universe

Souji Seta

Stiles Stilinski

Syeira

Tadashi Hamada

Tekhetsio

V - Z

Wrath

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[Remy gave a glance around the room, piecing together what she said to the surroundings.] That it that why the room so clear, hein? [Once he knew he was in her head he had expected it to be more cluttered, maybe a bit more chaotic.]

[The fire shrugs.]

Maybe. I've never thought of my mind this way before.

[But it is part of the reason. After all... the wind was outside now.]

Let's put it down to our hosts then, non? [Remy finished his drink as he said this, standing to return it to the refreshment cupboard for now.]

Ya just stuck in there chere or ya got some control over the room 'round ya?

[Very dryly:] I'm a fire. Ain't like I'm gonna try climbin' out and risk settin' the whole place ta burn.

[Oh, the symbolism. The irony. She's oblivious.]

You should have somethin' ta eat while you're over there. [A small smile.] You'll like it.

Was meanin' if ya have control 'long the lines of telekinetic or something as was goin' to ask if ya wanted a game of checkers while we wait this out. Ya head space after all.

[Yet he raised a brow at her suggestion.] Oh yeah? Got something good stored away?

Oooh. [She pauses, considering.] Well, I reckon ya could just move the piece where I tell ya. But I don't think the room's connected ta me or anythin'... but I do know that the food's gonna be good if ya wanna try.

[This is a part of herself she actually... wouldn't mind risking, sharing with him.]

Tell ya what, 'll try some of this amazin' food ya talkin' 'bout 'nd drag that table over 'nd we can have a game, non? Easier than me tryin' to find a way to stick some cards to the side of that tank ya stuck in.

[While he waited for an answer on the gaming front, Remy headed back to the cupboard, looking around the drinks for any signs of food before crouching down to open the cabinets, not thinking he had anything in mind to eat but, ooh? What's that?]

[When he opens it up, it's the sort of food you'd expect to find in that kind of cupboard -- snacks and bars and cookies and tea cookies and whatnot, but it would also have a particular thing that some part of her mind remembers that he is partial to.]

Sure, I'll play ya a game.

[Cookies, yes, but there was a certain type that caught his eye, looking more homemade than the others and familiar enough to be recognizable as those his Tante make. Pulling them out, Remy moved the container they were in onto the table side beside Rogue, grabbing another cup of coffee as he was at it to go along with them.] Guess it be a silly question to ask why ya know 'bout these.

[During this he moved across the room, carefully picking up the gaming table that held the checker board, moving those pieces that slipped during the move back into place. Putting it in view of her, he scooted the arm chair closer to her.] What color ya wantin'?

Black.

[Mostly because she just liked the color. She moved to the opposite edge of the little glass fireplace and waited for him to take a bite of the cookie.

When he did, his other four senses would temporarily fade. The sensation of having something in his mouth would be increased, and quite pleasurable, as the taste itself would become heightened.]

[Having stuck one of those cookies in his mouth and holding it between his teeth as he turned the table around so the darker pieces were towards her, Remy got settled again before biting down, and good god those were good! Those were beyond normal good, and that was a lot coming from his rather bias memories he had of food back home. So much so he almost choked on the first piece at the new sensation of it, then relaxed into it.

As he was able to come back to himself and the room cleared for him, he cast an eye down at the rest of the cookie, then to her.] What did ya put in these?

[Crackling laughter.] Good, huh? I didn't put anythin' in them.

[But, well, when you can't touch anything... taste becomes very important. But it's not like she's just gonna spell that out for him unless he asks again. She is serving as a 'Guide' here, after all.]

So, so good. Don't remember them bein' that good. [Taking another bite before Remy made himself put the rest down for now, taking up his coffee for a sip, putting no extra thought into the process, just going along with it.]

Believe dark pieces go first, where ya wantin' to move?

[Each time Remy takes a bite of the food, he'll experience a similar sensation -- though granted, not as strongly as the first time.]

Well, when ya can't touch anyone...

[Tour guide Rogue strikes again.]

An'... the one all the way on the left, over to the left.

[Remy raised a brow as she let those words trail off, seeing the way she was nudging him as he moved her piece she indicated, as well as his own.] That so? Ya sayin' ya get that with all foods? Mon Dieu, hate to think what would happen if I ever cooked for ya, would blow ya head off. [Before he made a face.] Or how ya handle our current food condition. [Ok, the taste itself wasn't bad, but those textures, ugh! Once he was back on the WD Remy was going to have to spend time sorting out a way to make better meals for his crew.]

[A quiet laugh.]

You're that good, huh? I'd have ta see it to believe it. [Because that is Remy's opinion of... anything he does. So yeah, highly doubtful skepticism, if playful.] Don't reckon it's all that you're experiencing now for me, more of an... approximation.

[She indicated for him to move the next black piece up to the left.] An' don't even get me started on that paste.

[Have you ever seen a person made entirely out of fire stick out her tongue in disgust? Because now you have.]

[Remy let out a chuckle at that expression, as yes, it was all too amusing considerin' her current form.] Tell ya what, ya can give me a hand tryin' to sort out how the hell to make the stuff half palatable, hein? Need to spend some time tryin' to make half normal meals with what we go. That or figure if the closest planet got a delivery service.

I am a cook here. [Just sayin'.] Got plenty of ways ta make things almost decent.

[Just... sigh... Stupid paste.

Directing him where to move the piece when appropriate.]

[Remy raised a brow at that as he shifted her next piece for her.] Oh yeah? Funny, expected ya to be more 'long the lines of something more punchy than cookin'.

"Somethin' punchy?"

[Caaareful.]

Ahh, don't get me wrong cherie, know ya can cook, [After all, wasn't that one of their first steps towards their mixed up little friendship thing they had going here, her inviting him to Thanksgiving dinner after his butt had fallen into Luceti? He knew she was damn good at it, both savory and sweet, it wasn't a case of questioning that.]

But 've also been on the other side of ya hits 'nd know what a punch they pack.

[Aww, flattery will get him everywhere. Or something. It did make her smile at least.]

A girl can do more'n one thing well.

Oh, I know cherie, I know. [It was said after another sip of coffee and a movement of his next piece.] Would be damn stupid to think that, let 'lone say it to ya face, petite fire fille or not.

See, now I'm startin' ta see your appeal. [Teasing, directing the next piece.] Lines like that are 'bound ta go right to a little fire girl's head.

That 'nd my stunnin' good looks, my 'mazin' skills, my smooth voice. [The last part was purred out.] Stuff like that.

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