riverviewlogs | It's a party, ya'll

who: Everyone's invited!
what: That potluck he mentioned
when: Saturday afternoon
where: The park
warnings: None so far!

[True to form, Remy pulled out all the stops for this particular potluck. He has it on good authority that Rogue's bringing cornbread, but he's got what seems to be a wireless two-burner setup that he's brought along to the park, one of which is dominated by a very large pot of fragrant and spicy gumbo, and the other by a very large pot of cooked white rice, on warm. There's a small table with plastic-seeming (but totally biodegradable) bowls and utensils, two large coolers (because people might be bringing drinks), two big folding tables (for all the things that might be brought) and a big expanse of the park to cop a squat in and have some good grub, place some outdoors-y things, and have some fun! The park as a grill too, if someone wants to fire it up!]

(OOC: Feel free to post your own starters and have a ball! This is meant to be fun, after all. If you want Remy specifically, let me know! He'll be wandering around.)

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It's had its ups and downs. Same as any place, I guess.

[Not just anywhere would snatch someone away from her and get away with it but she's here so she doesn't dwell on that.]

Still, there are worse places to end up. Lot more open minds around here.

[Possibly because there are also a lot of other mutants around here, not to mention everyone else who doesn't fit the standard regular human being of back home.]

What about you?

Don't know how ta take it, some days.

[But he nodded at her response. It seemed like they were in a similar place.]

Back home, mutants ain't liked so much, ya know? And some of us can't just hide what we are. [As if to accentuate that point, he removes his sunglasses. His eyes are pretty distinctive.]

People hate us 'cause we're different, 'cause they don't know what we're capable of, 'cause some of us over the years gave 'em reason to. Most of us just wanna live, but that don't matter. Here? It's nice. People are people.

[His eyes certainly are distinctive but she doesn't so much as flinch at the mention of mutants. And what he says certainly resonates with her because it's exactly what she's faced back home: fear of the unknown, coupled with the individuals who don't care about how their actions reflect on mutants as a whole.]

Don't I know it. I guess back home we all got lucky enough to be able to hide what we are but even then, people get pretty funny about the New Mutants they know about. Let me tell you, the jokes about how I like my steak cooked were old before they started.

[Not least because there's been at least one instance where it was less a joke and more genuine cluelessness.]

[Remy nods. If only his childhood had just been jokes.]

My mother, birth mother that is, put me up for adoption 'cause she thought she gave birth to a demon.

[The steak comment did get his attention, though, and he raised an eyebrow.]

So, heightened senses? Reflexes? Dat sorta thing?

My parents allowed the demon to be created then didn't know what to do with her afterwards.

[She's honestly not sure what's worse. She doesn't remember much of the time before the experiments and the time after she definitely does not care to remember too closely.

She nods at the rest, stretching out a little.]

Yep. All that good stuff that comes with a solid dose of feline DNA.

[And plenty of the bad stuff but she won't admit that.]

You don' look too demonic ta me, cher. [And he smiles. He's known his fair share of mutants who felt that way.]

Feline, eh? [He smiles.] I worth with a man who's got heightened senses, reflexes, rapid regeneration. Nasty temper, but dat probably comes from bein' short...an' a sourpuss. Name's Logan, but professionally, everybody calls him Wolverine. Yo' much more personable, for de record.

That's cause you've caught me on a good day.

[There's a hint of a tease to her voice because it's not as though she tends to be bad tempered too often - but that's not to say she can't have a temper on her at times.]

The rest's mostly the same, though. Not sure I'd go as far as regeneration but I shake most things off pretty quickly. Doesn't come without its quirks, of course, but that's true of most things.

[He laughs at that.] I'll keep dat in mind.

[And he shrugs.] Ya seem a might more friendly than Logan. He's a good man, though, just grouchy most 'a de time. Say's it my fault, not dat I could see why.

[Because he's not infuriating at all. Ever. Riiight.]

Hey, some people just aren't good at people. And given the reactions we tend to get, I can't even say I blame him.

[She could easily see how someone disposed towards solitude to begin with would retreat further into that when faced with the standard reaction to mutancy.

But enough about that.]

So what's your thing?

I don't think most of his attitude's got to do with being a mutant, but yo' right about dat, sure.

[He nods and smirks when she asks about his powers.]

You know much about physics, cher? Potential an' kinetic energy?

Maybe not, but the mutant part probably doesn't help, right?

[Heck, if the outgoing types can get fed up of dealing with people not knowing how to react to them, she figures it has to be a lot worse for those who weren't particularly personable in the first place.

Her expression at his response makes clear her answer even before she speaks it.]

I know there are mutants who can manipulate energy. Beyond that you're gonna have to get a little more specific.

Oui, somethin' like dat. [And probably a lot of torture and being used as a weapon, but that's Logan's business, not hers.

He grins at her comments on energy, though.]

D'accord, mon cher. [He stoops down, picking up a small pebble, smaller than a marble, and holds it up between his thumb and index finger, making it the focus between them.] Everything's got potential energy. Turns into kinetic when it moves, converts back when it stops movin', non? My ability lets me find it, turn it into movin' energy all at once. De bigger de thing, the bigger the reaction.

[There's a flash of red light from behind those sunglasses of his and the pebble pulses briefly with a similar flair before he tosses it into the air and it explodes with a small pop, sort of like a popper on the 4th of July: nothing too violent or damaging, but loud.]

Jus' a taste, but dat's de idea.

[Shalimar would admit to only a passing understanding of the energy discussion - it's not something she has to worry about as much as other kinds of mutants might, and she's never been of much of a scientific bent to begin with. But she can follow the demonstration well enough, even as it's hard for her to categorise to the simple level she's happy to stick with when it comes to the different kinds of Mutants.]

Impressive. I guess that makes you closest to a molecular type, then? Only it's something else you're manipulating rather than yourself?

[It's more musing out loud than anything else, a thought soon passed as she moves on to something of far more interest.]

Though if you're planning fireworks later on, let me know. Too many of those and I don't think my ears would be too happy about it.

[Even when she's not actively trying, her hearing's sensitive enough for her to recognise that much.]

It's a party, ya'll

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