Back from the Dead

[cajunspice]

Who: Remy, Kurt, and open.
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Twin Roses.
When: Backdated to 9th October.

[Several weeks after the loss of the planet, both Remy and Kurt seem fit enough to finally head back to the Twin Roses. Or at least fit enough to roll themselves out of the beds they had been left in to wake up and recover from their not-so-near death experience.]

‘nd I thought the day after Mardi Gras was bad. Merde, remind me never to be down on an explodin’ planet again, feel like ‘ve been stuck in a tumble drier filled of swamp water ‘nd set spinnin’ for two weeks on end.

Lebeau, if you don’t stop complaining I’m going to put you back on that planet. Gott, I haven’t felt this horrible since I was a child. [Kurt paused, raising a hand to shove his shoulder-length hair out of his eyes] Und my hair is in my fucking face. [He’s going to pretend that didn’t sound at all like a pathetic whine.]

Thought that kinda comes with the whole fur thing, ya know, hair in the face. [Look at him, he’s just so funny, isn’t it? Though they had to come back to reality eventually, as much fun as it was to avoid it and just muck around.] How angry ya think Kitty will be at us? Though, in my defense, I had been usin’ ya as the messenger, so ya the one who failed to tell her, not me.

[Hilarious, and Kurt is about to tell him in no minced words just how well his humor is going over when the other man mentions Kitty. What spirit Kurt has deflates, his tail drooping far enough to drag on the ground.] I doubt you’ll have any worries about her wrath once she sees me.

Ahh, [Remy reached out to pat a hand against Kurt’s shoulder, maybe a bad thing at the sudden movement didn’t help anything, making him winch before he dropped his hand again.] We’ll face her together, after all, we stuck in this together, hein? Seems only right with ya bein’ an idiot ‘nd coming back for me.

[A faint smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, even as he very carefully shakes his head.] Don't make promises, Lebeau. You might want to kill me too when this is over.

Though, [Remy started as he moved to pull out his comm, activating it so he could say the next part into it as well as saying it to Kurt. Kurt forced himself to straighten, crossing his arms over a chest that's broader than its been in years.] Guess while we at it it be good to let everyone know we’re, ya know, back alive? Which be a good thing, don’t recommend the dyin’ but glad to be brought back. I just may be spendin’ the next week or two in bed still. Donno what they do to ya while ya out, but merde if it ain’t a number on ya.

I have a few theories.

[To Kurt.] Guessin’ we ain’t really goin’ to get ‘ny sympathy over it though, considerin’ what we did.

At this point I'd settle for the mercy of a swift death. [Kurt glances toward the comm, giving a good shot of his face; lean, but noticeably younger by the better part of a decade. His hair is longer too, falling around his shoulders.] Any takers?


[Feel free to tag either of the boys, or both.]

Comments

Aimed at Remy, but Kurt can definitely chime in

[universal_charm]

Kitty isn't going to be your main problem very shortly, Remy Lebeau.

[cajunspice]

[Yep, ok, and there was one of the others he thought might be a little annoyed over this all.] Ah, hey cher. [Because playing it down was certainly the right thing to do right now, a winning smile in place to try and soften this all and maybe distract from why he and been gone the last couple of weeks.] How's it goin'?

[universal_charm]

_{[ Oh, he was annoyed. Annoyed and kind of proud, but choosing to be annoyed despite that being a little hypocritical because he had pulled this shit before - but that wasn't the point! ]}

Oh, you know, woke up from my month long nap to find out you were dead. So, dandy.

_{[ Sarcasm. It is heavy. ]}

[cajunspice]

[Oh yeah, Remy can see that all right, feeling a little bad about what Kirk had woken up to... but also unable to help himself.] I hope that ain't a normal alarm for ya, feel like it could go badly for me if so. [Yeah, Remy is just going to keep playing this up as long as he can get away with it... or feel like he can at least.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He will laugh later. Maybe. Not now. ]}

It's not going great for you right now.

_{[ BOOM. ]}

[cajunspice]

[Oh, ouch, yeah, ok, time for joking over it seems. Remy at least managed to look a little sorry in his smile to the comm.] Hey, in one piece still, or, well, am now I guess. [Well, almost done joking.] Can't get rid of me that easy. [You know, if you ignore the half a year he had gone missing before showing up again.]

'nd ya a mighty fine good sight to come back to. [There, flattery helps too, right?]

You mean other than popcorn.gif at the two of them?

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt, jerk that he is, let's Remy suffer a little before chiming in.] Don't be too harsh on him, Kirk. I was supposed to bring him home and didn't.

Re: You mean other than popcorn.gif at the two of them?

[universal_charm]

_{[ OH AND NOW IT'S YOUR TURN. ]}

Wrath isn't going to be your only problem either, Kurt.

[ecclesiophobic]

Nein, she'll need to compete with Kitty, Vash, and--

[A sudden concern shows through the poker face.] Did Chekov make it off the planet alright?

[universal_charm]

Yes, Chekov is fine, and I didn't mean any of those three when I said they wouldn't be your only problem after Wrath.

Action (separately)

[passingthrough]

[When a person wakes up from a two-month Kitty nap they have to expect a certain amount of change. She figured people would have come and gone in that time as difficult as that can be. She assumed they would have passed a system or two and that she missed some better food and shopping opportunities and that's all true and it definitely happened. But she got a lot more than she bargained for hearing about the trauma the others went through and more than that she learned they'd lost people. She lost crewmates. She lost friends. She lost teammates. And no amount of Wrath—with a famously poor memory—remembering some detail about how people come back to life here with no other details made her feel much better about the situation. It had already been over a week and the days kept ticking by. People came back to life in Marina too, but it took exactly one day. Wake up and they were back. And there were usually...problems. She didn't know what to expect with this and while that's a common enough theme in her life she's never gotten to appreciate it. So, when she started hearing people on the network she knew were supposed to be dead her heart leapt and she searched the ship before searching the network more.]

KURT
[You know how sometimes you come back from the dead and then suddenly an arm shoots out of a nearby wall, grabbing you and pulling you through it? Yeah, it's one of those days. Fight or flight? Fight or flight? If you don't act fast you're getting attacked...by a small girl hugging you as tightly as he can, heart pounding through her chest.]

REMY
[Remy manages to get a less dramatic homecoming. She sees him in a hallway and then she's running up to hug him. Try not to lose your balance, cajun!] Idiot!

[cajunspice]

[He may not be in great shape, but Remy did manage to stay on his feet at that running hug as it was thrown at him, happy to return it as he wrapped his arms around her and even grinning at the name thrown at her.] Yeah, but we all knew that already. [Now this was a nice way to be welcomed back.]

[passingthrough]

We did. [She pulls back, feeling just slightly embarrassed that she just did that. It's not the kind of thing she would have done since she was much younger, but they're mutants. They change. In some rare instances they even get the time and space they need to start healing.]

Are you still you? Not some weird, murderous zombie version of you? And would you tell me if you were?

[cajunspice]

[Maybe so, but Remy was glad she did offer the hug, it was a nice welcome back from what he had just gone through, even if it had kind of been his own fault for it happening... Hell, it was just really bad luck, and he was just happy this place had a 'redo' button to it.

Or however they brought them back.]

I ain't cravin' brains, if that's what ya askin'. More a vampire person m'self for Halloween, more excuse to go nibblin' on pretty girl's necks.

[passingthrough]

Okay, that's definitely you in there. [Shaking her head even if it is a relief.]

How do you feel?

Re: Action (separately)

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt is sicker than he's been since he was a child; the fever reminds him of those years, and waking in the middle of the night to see Victor, a mountain of a man, curled up at the foot of his bed.

He's caught up in nostalgia and contemplating a cold bath to try and break the fever when, suddenly, a very familiar arm is yanking him through a wall. He doesn't even try to fight, his jaw tensing in anticipation of a punch, and instead finds himself being clung to. He blinks dumbly down at her, his hands hovering above her shoulders.].. Katzchen?

[passingthrough]

[There are so many things to say—things to yell—but she can't get them out. Not yet. Her throat feels thick and tight and her eyes are in dangerous territory of getting watery, so she shakes her head against him in reply and holds tighter. She just needs to know and feel that he's alive. Really alive again and back here with her.

She came to this place alone. She has no rights to anyone. But he showed up and he can't just leave that way. It takes a moment for the wrong parts to settle in. He's too warm and did he look right before she was burying her face in against his fur?]

[ecclesiophobic]

[His heart is beating, quickly but steadily, and he's breathing with only a little strain. That might be because of how tightly she's clinging, but he's not about to pry her loose. Once the shock of being greeted with a hug wears off, Kurt wraps his arms around her tightly, his tail snaking around her calf. When he tucks his head next to hers, his hair is long enough to brush her neck, and his cheek is hot. Kurt's not going to say a word; he might say something ridiculous.]

[passingthrough]

[For just a moment as he holds her in return she just lives in the embrace. The knowledge she's not alone. She still has him, but the warmth is too much.]

You're sick. [Which she means literally even if it could apply to that last message he sent her. Oh, yeah, she got it. One of her hands loosens it's grip to slide up and touch his cheek, confirming her theory before it threads into his long hair. There was a time this length is what she'd expect, but that time wasn't two months ago before she went into a coma.]

What'd they do to you?

Mostly in Kurt's direction

[candothat]

You're alive! [Both of you! Not like he knows you all that well, Remy, but he's glad that you're not dead too.]

...Kurt, what happened to your hair?

[ecclesiophobic]

Or we're very convincing forgeries, I haven't quite decided. [Even joking, his tone sounds flat, tired.

Kurt runs his fingers through aforementioned hair, pushing the wild mess back from his face.]

The length, or the fact that it's a mess?

[candothat]

Someone attempting forgery would have been more attentive to detail. [You know, the hair. The age. Little stuff.]

The length. The mess is forgivable considering your circumstances.

[ecclesiophobic]

Unless they were using the physical inconsistencies to excuse emotional and mental ones. It would work better if I didn't remember any of you.

[He still grimaces, making a wordless grumble; though he can't actually disagree, the mess is an insult to his vanity.] I used to keep it this length. Then I lost a bet, and then I met my wife and she preferred it shorter. [He shrugs, the movement oddly forceful. Blame muscle memory, it tells him he should have two metal plates resting there.] It is easier to keep up, shorter.

[candothat]

For my own sanity, I'm going to believe that you are you unless evidence proves otherwise.

[Chekov immediately feels bad for the insult that he didn't quite intend as an insult. That grimace didn't seem to be entirely in reaction to his words, though; there's clearly something else off with Kurt. Of course there is. Being brought back to life can't be without consequences.]

So I would imagine. I would never have the patience to have longer hair. [Hesitantly, since he still doesn't know Kurt particularly well and would rather not overstep:] More difficult hair aside... how are you?

[Not here quite yet.]

[pain_train]

[Wrath almost opens the channel and starts shouting because she's happy to see Kurt and it's a relief that she was right but...

Something feels wrong. He looks different. She even checks out against her most recent sketch of Kurt.

It doesn't really bother her at all that he only mentions Kitty in this conversation, because... Kitty is really important top Kurt. And Wrath is just his friend who hasn't known him nearly as long. The tone of it--unless maybe. She can't put her finger on it.

Something feels wrong. Maybe it's a all in her head. Especially when she should be happy. But... Charles had really emphasized top her that she should listen to get instincts. She will, this once. She closes the channel with only the faintest blip.

She needs to talk to Kitty. See if she's just bring dumb or something.]