Event Log - Topsy Turvy

[lucetimods]

Who: You.
What: This.
When: Now.
Where: Here.
Summary: Weren't you paying attention?
Rating: Weird.

The Event is described here. So here's what you gotta do. Tag this post. Create yourself some threads with all your shenanigans and go to town on it. Also remember to tag your [canon] character name to the log!

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[fleurdesel]

What the hell are you doing?!

[There was...Wolverine. In her kitchen. Trying to claw out the wall. It is too early in the morning for this bullshit.]

[snikting]

[He doesn't bother so much as to look back at her. He's halfway done carving a hole out.]

Getting out of here. And I ain't bothering with the door this time.

[fleurdesel]

Have you tried, perhaps, a window?

[There was going to be no stopping him, was there? No. Fantastic.]

[snikting]

The windows are worse.

[He kicks down the wall. Ahh. He's home free.]

[fleurdesel]

I am almost afraid to ask how.

[She drops her hand and stares out the hole in the wall. Fantastic.]

You're an ass. Even Stark hasn't cut a hole in my house.

[snikting]

[He snorts, hanging by the hole in the wall for the moment. He glances back.]

Been through any doors this morning?

[fleurdesel]

Several. They lead exactly where they ought to. As do the windows.

[snikting]

Then you ain't tried them today.

[fleurdesel]

Several times this very morning. I have not been sent anywhere other than where it was I meant to walk.

[snikting]

Well then, guess you just got lucky. Because the door I used to get in here was on the other side of town.

[fleurdesel]

Since it has earned your delightful company ad a hole in my wall I can hardly count myself as lucky, Monsieur. [Fairly deadpan.] It must be another experiment. Fantastic.

[snikting]

Picked that up, did you? The doors aren't going where they're supposed to. And you might want to take a look at the sky.

[The sun is out. In a night sky filled with stars.]

[fleurdesel]

I had hoped that would change by the time I'd had my coffee. [She pinches the bridge of her nose.] Anything else I ought to be aware of?

[snikting]

Yeah. Ignore the trees.

[fleurdesel]

...Do I want to know?

[snikting]

They're being real chatty today.

[fleurdesel]

...trees that talk. I- [She scrubs her face with a hand, mumbling under her breath.] Gambit is a brother to you, Obi-Wan Kenobi is your best friend. You live with a wizard.

That is. One of the strangest things I have heard since I arrived.

[snikting]

Gambit?

[He doesn't just have super smelling. His hearing is as acute as it gets. And nothing gets by him. Especially the name of that damn cajun.

In fact, he starts smelling the air to see if he can pick up his scent mingled in here or on her.]

[fleurdesel]

Oui, Gambit.

[She'd forgotten that detail. Fantastic.]

Though I tend to call him by his first name more often than not.

[snikting]

Well ain't that nice for you.

[She's officially on his suspicious list. And he's making way to leave.]

[fleurdesel]

If this does not work- I'm going to laugh.

[The odds of that seem slim. A hole in the wall isn't a door, after all.]

[snikting]

[Logan steps through it. No problem.]

Laugh away. [If she dares to follow though, she'll find it's now a solid wall. Painted to look like it was torn up.]

[fleurdesel]

...

[Sigh.]

I am going to hate this week.

[snikting]

[So will he, so will he.

Maybe next time he'll ask for her name.]