Summary:Hetty braves the halls of the institute and runs into Remy & Rogue, chatter and dinner result! Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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After some fairly tumultuous events last night, the Bouncing Beast has found the courage to slip out of the lab. Dressed today in a black t-shirt snug fitted to considerable expanse of chest, and a pair of blue stretch shorts that cover just past the knees, out onto the grounds Beast goes.
Wandering about, it isn't long before a pair of familiar faces are noticed - and then drawing in a fortifying breath, the Beast approaches Remy and Rogue.
Of course…this is not the Beast they're used to! Nope.
THIS Beast stands about five feet and nine inches. SHE is not furry, though she does have an incredibly long blue-black mane that hangs to just past her knees, presently worn in a simple braid — the knot at the back of her head is suspiciously nautical, however. Blue eyes are partially hidden behind a pair of black wire framed glasses. Her build is otherwise very much along the old lines - long arms, formidable muculature, large hands and feet - and when that expanse of chest was mentioned, yes, not a joke!
The woman clears her throat, and smiles somewhat shyly. "Hello Rogue, Hello Gambit."
Remy and Rogue are walking down one of the hallways inside the school, Remy's got on a black v-neck teeshirt, some dark green faded jeans and a pair of black leather boots. His long hair is hanging down either sides of his face and he's gesturing with his hands as he's telling her a store whilst they walk.
"So yeah, me'n Cooke, we got sick'a this guy always stiffin' us on what he owed us for the work he hired us for. So we snuck into his auto-dealership one night after he'd passed out inside'a his trailer… ya see he was a heavy drinker, passed out in his own drunken haze every single night at around one in the A.M. We dismantled his inflatable arm-wavin'-tube man from near the street? Ya know those whacky inflatable tubes that have the arms and the silly faces, bright green cartoon thing? Like twenty feet high?"
Remy cracks a grin then. "We snuck inta his trailer, and we taped a buncha sparklers t'its arms, then turned it on next t'his drinkin' sofa. Lit the sparklers, and ran for it." Remy's starting to laugh at the memory. "From outside, all we saw was the shadow of what looked like s sparklin' monster, waving its arms around, while we could hear the old cheapskate wake up and start screamin' like a banshee outta've a nightmare."
And with a bit more laughter, Remy stops as he notices… Beast-she? "Why hello… you." Remy says then with a pair of raised dark eyebrows and a slight grin as he clearly has no idea what name to tack onto that greeting retort.
In contrast, Rogue has on a green t-shirt and black jeans, with her own black boots that have seen many miles. Her hair is loose, tucked behind her ears with gold hoops lacing up the curve of both ears. There's some makeup on, a very natural sort of look, but her best accessory is the smile that's beaming at Remy. Then she's laughing at his story, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "You are so bad…"
She trails off, looking at the non-hairy one, but the body has the same build as McCoy's, the hair.. "Hank?" It comes out, a confused query.
A hand rises to adjust her glasses, and the smile she quirks reveals tiny little fangs still. "Hetty, Mister Lebeau, I decided to go with Hetty." Her voice is very deep for a woman, though not nearly as deep as before, but that would make sense. A quick twist of her neck, the hand by her glasses lowered after adjusting her glasses to rub at her neck at the same time, she nods. "In any case, good evening…and a very good story." She offers. "I assume that the man didn't suffer any lasting harm from the experience? I hope at least." She nods to the confused Rogue. "Yes, dear lady, Hank — don't worry, this is only a temporary change, three days tops." She grimaces a moment, then grins rather lopsidedly. "I was considering getting a bite to eat, though…" She looks meaningfully at her new form. "Not sure I'm ready for dining out, would you care to order something in with me? Or hit the kitchen?"
As it so happened, Remy has a pocket on his teeshirt and inside that pocket was a bag of peanuts that he'd gotten at the baseball game this afternoon. So he reaches inside it to pluck them out and while Rogue and Hetty speak, he pos one or two into his mouth and just listens while chewing. He shows a light smile to the introduction of Hetty's name and he nods once toward her. "Well, lemme just say that I am pleasantly surprised by this change, Chere Hetty and no small amount'a curios too. Such as… how this change has come t'pass and if ya plan on offerin' it t'others, like perhaps, Scott? That could be an amusing turn've events as well, no?" He glances to Rogue then and pops another peanut into his mouth. "Chinese food sound yum t'me."
"Hetty, then…for the time being." You would think the weird things would be less of a curveball for Rogue, but Hank has always been sort of comfortingly stable. "Remy." She hisses when he's saying Hank…err Hetty, should offer this impromptu gender change to Scott. She will roll her eyes, shaking her head, a look at Hetty that's pure woman-to-woman and screams 'Men'.
"Chinese. I mean, I could maybe see if there's anything worth making in the kitchen, but can you really beat crab rangoon?"
"Oh, well…I was working with a colleague on a serum to revert some of the atavistic secondary mutations induced a couple years back - to wit - the fur and claws." Hetty says. "Last night was the first live trial, unfortuantely I did /too/ well on the androgen suppression, it apparently, still working on the why, suppressed my maleness entirely, and this was the result." She motions to herself.
At least she still SPEAKS the same!
"In any case, the serum was based on my own DNA and tailored for it so no, it can't be used on another persons." A head bob. "Not without tailoring a variant to /their/ DNA, which would take weeks of work, and probably wouldn't have the same results." She grins toothily. "It /is/ an amusing image, but also very stressful, I wouldn't be able to do this to anyone else without their consent in any regard, but also it would be ethically wrong, Mister LeBeau."
A little bemused, she nods to the 'men' look, and then returns it! Or tries to, it is a new thing for her! At the mention of Crab Rangoon, she laughs, warm and rich. "Dear lady, given the materials and time I could -make- it, alas, none on hand, and Chinese sounds excellent, my treat."
Remy doesn't seem anything but amused and enjoying all of this, he has a big smile on his stubbly-covered face and is continuing to munch away at the little silver pack of peanuts he's holding in front of his stomach. He looks from Rogue to Hetty, then back to Rogue and back to Hetty. He points at Hetty with the bag holding hand, his index finger held out toward former-Hank. "Ya could make a fortune on that serum, Chere Hette." He says in his suave accented English. "For serious. What you figured out dere be a lot better than the other way people go about that, wit da knives and the cut-cut'n. Had a good friend from my schoolin' days who went from man to woman… still good friend, in fact." He glances to Rogue then. "She runs a donut shop now down in the Big town." New Orleans, of course.
"Anywho… Chinese it is." He puts the bag of peanuts back into his shirt pocket and then pops his phone out of his back right pocket on his jeans. "I got a digital coupon. I can place da order'n, well… You offerin' t'pay? Thats just sweet'a you." He grins then and glances to Rogue. "What ya wanna have, dere, Belle?" He swips his thumb across the device and gets it ready to make the dial-of motions.
"So you're working on a serum to .. submerge parts of your mutation?" OF course, Rogue is curious about that part. She flushes, just a bit as Remy goes on, lashes lowering. She's quiet for a moment, before her chin lifts again and shaking her hair back again. "Could you teach me, sometime? I love Crab Rangoon."
She glances at Remy, looking up and nibbling on her bottom lip a moment. "Chicken and broccoli, crab rangoon, get some fried dumplings and some egg rolls? Ooh! Or do I want some veggie lo mein…"
"Again, unfortunately much of it depends on mutant only hormones, specifically an extract I isolated and refined several years back, it could boost a mutant's power, or make a non-mutant INTO a mutant for a time, but prolonged use had…consequences, such as permanent secondary mutation in my case." Hetty clasps long arms behind her, a gesture she had before, though the effect is something quite different now.
"Yes, I'll be glad to treat." She affirms. And then to Rogue, she nods. "The secondary mutation, however, if you'd like to come by we can certainly run some tests, Rogue. I'm not sure how your particular powers work, but perhaps there /is/ a chemical option." And then she grins. "I'll be happy to teach you, naturally. Whatever you like, I have a firm belief - Cooking is merely chemistry for the hungry." A sage nod before she looks to Remy. "Mongolian beef, beef fried rice, egg rolls and pot stickers, please. Oh, adn get Rogue the lo mein AND the other items." There, decision made.
Remy stands there quietly staring at his phone as he takes all of the orders in and listens to the rest of the stuff being spoken about. Once he's got it all ready he looks up again and from one of them to the other. "Rogue perfect just how she is." He says then as he leans over and kisses the right side of her head, a quick and daring peck of the Belle because he knows she's got her gig under a seemingly skillful amount of control these days. "She don't need no testin' an' spooky experimentin' done on 'er." He says, showing a slight grin aimed at Rogue while he talks like she's not standing -right there-.
Meanwhile, he's dialing the number with his thumb and when he hears it ring and a voice on the other line start speaking he turns away to step toward the foyer of the mansion just a step or so to the south east. "Why hello to you as well. I would like to place an order for some of your fine cuisine. Oh, why thank you, you have a lovely voice too!"
And the Cajun goes on to meander toward one of the chairs in the foyer where he settles down into it like its his favorite chair in the house.
Rogue glances at Ha—Hetty, shaking her head. "I don't think you can cure my problems with chemistry, or someone probably woulda tried." She glances up at Remy, those green eyes shining a little wetly a moment, when he's insisting she's perfect as is. She knows that certainly isn't true, and Remy knows it as well. He's just willing to accept her as is.
She will lean up, snagging him for just a moment to kiss his cheek before he walks away to order food. She will watch him a moment, and Hetty will see a moment of pure affection on the belle's face.
"I am not sure he is going to let you be paying, Hetty." Rogue will murmur before she looks back at her transformed friend. "But you shouldn't argue. HE would think it rude to make a lady pay."
"Perhaps not, but I might be able to come up with something to temporarily suppress your powers, if you'd like. I doubt I could institue a permanent cure…but that much I'm reasonably sure we could manage in time." She makes sure the Cajun isn't watching, then turns and adjusts her chest. "MY GOODNESS.." She mutters. "These are a pain, I had -no- idea." Hetty says with a flush to her cheeks as she looks to Rogue. "Mmm? Why would he not let me pay, I'm normally a man…?" And then she smiles. "Oh, because he's a /good/ man, with old fashioned manners despite the devil-may-care routine."
A nod. "I'm glad we're lucky enough to know him, I'm gladder still YOU do. Lucky woman, Miss Raven."