may mingle (blameless!)

[revivo]

Who: Blameless crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Blameless
When: May

[time to get your mingle on, people lacking blame and friends!]

Comments

[beathach]

. . . no, those don't sound all that great all. [what in the world, he didn't know things could come cheese-scented. Or that turkey alcohol even existed.

Space was freakin' weird]

[cajunspice]

[Letting out a chuckle at both Hank's words and expression, Remy shrugged in reply. Hey, space can't be all Star Wars or Star Trek, despite having occupants of both show up from time to time.] So it be a case of be careful what ya wish for.

Gum? [Pulling out an open pack from his coat to offer a piece of foil wrapped gum, Remy grinned to see if Hank would take it, or would keep in mind what they were just talking about.]

[beathach]

I'm glad I know better than to go wishing for things that may be tempting fate. [doubly-so, considering Kyriakos and what little he's heard of other places and wishes.

At the offer he shakes his head, albeit with a wry smile] No thank you. [he isn't chancing it!]

[cajunspice]

[Chuckling at that answer and Hank picking up the joke, Remy shrugged a shoulder before taking one of the pieces for himself, unwrapping it and putting it in his mouth.] See, would agree but normally Lady Luck be on my side. True, might feel that she ain't been over the last couple of years with bein' pulled 'nto these messes, but gotta say, for all the bad that has happened there been good too. [His grin soften to a smile.] Met some good friends, even if they ain't all here now, which I wouldn't had if I never got picked up. 'nd merde, would never think I would get to go to different planets, not in my life time. That kinda balance this all out.

[There was however a pause as Remy tried to work out what flavor he got for his gum.] Huh, lavender.

[beathach]

Lady Luck and I have an on again off again relationship, unfortunately. [he doesn't consider himself unlucky, per say, but luck rarely happens around him, too. Here, it's been a little different but he's also too worried about what might happen to really settle. But he does soften a bit at what Remy says, smiling himself]

I know what you mean. Friends and - being able to explore space, that's not something I ever thought I'd be able to do, either. It does seem to balance out, more or less. [more on the good side, since he isn't competing for his life, here.

He blinks, then he can't help but burst out laughing] Is that good or bad?

[cajunspice]

It's tolerable. [It certainly wasn't the worst flavor he had received as part of the shipment.

Shrugging it off, Remy shot a smile in Hank's direction.] Thanks for the help with this, ain't no real rush, ain't like 'm goin' to go boom 'nytime soon, just be good to have a tool in case this keeps goin'. [Because that... that was a very scary idea, that his energy levels would just keep growing.]

[beathach]

[he smiles back] Anytime. I like - helping mutants with their powers, even if I'm no Charles Xavier, and I fall back more on tech than - what he teaches. [the smile turns wry] We'll keep you from going boom.

[cajunspice]

Hey, don't sell yaself short mon ami, just 'cause his name gets put on the buildin'. 'less that what ya goin' for, usin' him as part of the cover 'nd bein' the real mastermind behind it all. [Remy's grin was light enough to show he was joking about this all.] 'nd merci, 'ppreciate it.

[beathach]

[he can't help but grin] Who knows, maybe I am. [no, no he's not] But I'm not selling myself short - I just know where my strengths are.

[cajunspice]

[Pushing himself off the bench and back onto the floor, Remy clapped his hands together as if he was dusting them off from the action.] Ya secret be safe with me.

Was real nice meetin' ya, Hank. Sure will hear from ya once ya come up with an idea or two.

[beathach]

You're too kind.

It was nice meeting you too, Remy. And you will, but - don't be a stranger, either.

[cajunspice]

[Offering a half-hearted salute back in Hank's direction, Remy made his way towards the door,] That I won't. [Before vanishing with a wave of his hand over his shoulder.]