Canon AU Event Log

[lucetimods]

Who: You! And you! And you! But uh, not you.
What: Event shenanigans.
When: Today until the end of the event (April 8th)
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
Summary: It's all right in here
Rating: I want to see a nice clean game. Keep your naughty stuff in the penalty box!

Same deal as always. React to the event! Do things! Have fun! Be excellent to each other.

And remember to correctly tag your characters to the post.

Comments

[bamfing]

Friends. Of course. After all, I'm your favorite challenge in the Dome. But you've lost your accent too, you think I live here, you changed your hair, lost the goth look, and aren't drowning in makeup anymore.

[agentsnark]

Please, like I'd hide all this [she gestures to her...self] under some Goth junk.

[It's way better to put it all on the table. Read 'em and weep, boys.]

So whatever, the Mally's are messing with our minds again, nothing new. I bet you'll want to check with your girl - I'll pack up, you'll meet me back here in - ten?

[bamfing]

[Wow, talk about self confidence. Her goth outfits were more showy though.]

Ten minutes, right. Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone.

[agentsnark]

It'll be hard, but I'll do my best.

[Smirk.]

[bamfing]

See you soon.

[With a small, cheesy wave and grin, he sets his foot on the box he was going to move over and vanishes into a puff of smoke with it.]

[agentsnark]

[So Marion stark packs up her stuff in this strange apartment. At least her gloves were here too. And while she packs, she thinks - and hopes that Tony wasn't effected.]

[bamfing]

[Kurt returns some time later, outside her door, leaning on it and generally being schway.]

All ready?

[agentsnark]

[Marion is muttering to herself. She's got mostly everything all squared away, but there's an assortment of gears, springs, and metal bits that she's fussing with.

She glances up at his arrival.]

How steady can you transport this? If it gets shifted around too much, I might as well just dump it all in a bag and start from scratch.

[This does not sound like an amusing idea to her.]

[bamfing]

You really don't know me, do you? I'm one of the best thieves in the world. Complicated security systems, fragile valuables, and steady transportation? That's easy. Your stuff is in good hands.

[He forgets that Rogue doesn't know him as a thief the way she should.]

[agentsnark]

...uh-huh.

[A PUZZLE FOR ANOTHER TIME.]

As long as it all gets returned back to my hands in one piece. Do you know how many watches I had to disassemble in order to get these pieces? Too many, that's how many. Far, far too many.

[She steps away from the assortment.]

Besides that, yeah, I'm set.

[A quick grin, a mischievous glint in her eye.]

You sure you don't want me to just take a quick zap and have us split the time?

[It'd answer more than half of her 'what the hell' questions too.]

[bamfing]

[... that was so not a Rogue question and he doesn't hide looking baffled and just a little uncomfortable.]

No thanks. I think an extra minute of work is worth saving the headache I'll get.

[agentsnark]

[Shrug.]

Suit yourself. So, are we ready?

[bamfing]

I just need a destination.

[agentsnark]

Back to my place.

...House ____.

[bamfing]

Just stand back then, this won't take long.

[He'll do it in a few trips, to be careful. He picks something up, and then in a few bamfs, makes it to her place to drop it off. He'll repeat the process load by load.]

[agentsnark]

[Marion does stand back, impressed as ever with this casual display of skill. She wonders, if they were back home, if Tony would have been able to find a way to replicate something like it.]

All right - I'll admit it. You're pretty handy to have around.

[bamfing]

That's what all the girls say. So, when I 'port you over too, should I 'handle with care' too?

[An empty flirt. OR IS IT? He just likes having an audience.]

[agentsnark]

[Marion places a hand over her heart and bats her eyes at him outrageously.]

Oh - definitely. You know I'm fragile.

[In a pig's eye, she's fragile.]

[bamfing]

Like a block of cement.

[Yup. He knows she's tough. But that's enough of an invitation for him to take her shoulder so they can bamf away.]

[agentsnark]

[Marion is not that inoculated, and she is dizzy when they arrive.]

A [cough] delicate block of cement!

[bamfing]

[Poor Rogue. He pulls his hand back, but doesn't look too apologetic.]

What, are you saying that was too rough for you?