video; @housewins

[athiefalways]

[In the days leading up to the month of May, Remy has noticed all the goings on involving Memoria, and he has to say, he likes the idea of it enough to put something together. He's smiling when the video initializes.]

Bonjour, mes amis. Every month 'round here's a holiday, eh? Well, this one's lookin' to be a somber one, non. I ain't gonna tell nobody not to mourn what they've lost, but from what the local's been tellin' me, it's about what you've got too, non? I know lot of us ain't met yet, but this weekend, how 'bout we change that? Quarantine's got a nice, big park and I know I ain't the only one around here who likes to cook for his friends. Who's up for bringin' some grub, or some drinks, maybe a Frisbee or a baseball to the park this Saturday and just enjoyin' this place ain't on the edge of Apocalypse all the time?

[He smiles a very smile.]

The name's Remy, by the way. Nice ta meetcha, if I haven't.

(OOC: I'll most a mingle log for this potluck on Saturday! If you're looking to take part in the nanite plot and need a way to get infected? Go for it! Or, you know, just tag around and have good foods :D)

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video; un: rogue

[backwaterbelle]

[The video has her sitting in what appears to be one of the green roofs on communal housing, a book open on her lap. She looks tired, but given the weight of thoughts this holiday has brought to the surface for them both, it shouldn't be surprising.]

You gonna hire a band too? [She's not teasing, knowing the New Orleans traditions and Remy well enough that him throwing a party for everyone came as no surprise.]

video; un: housewins

[athiefalways]

[He grins at the video feed, but shakes his head.]

Probably not. High School don't pay that well, chere. Yo' comin', right?

[backwaterbelle]

[She gives him a knowing smirk and look. Plausible deniability will always work just fine for her on any additional jobs he might pick up.]

Depends on what dish you're bringin'.

[athiefalways]

For you, chere? I'll take requests.

[And that knowing grin of his.]

[backwaterbelle]

[Her grin widens with the possibilities.]

Somethin' spicy an' hearty. You make proper gumbo and ah'll bring my from scratch cornbread and some sort of pie.

[She seems to be in the request taking mood too.]

[athiefalways]

[He grins]

You bring a pecan pie and we're in business, chere. You do make a mean cornbread.

[backwaterbelle]

With or without bourbon?

[Look at her asking redundant questions.]

An' ah don't often have occasion to make it. This potluck's a good idea Remy.

[athiefalways]

You even have ta ask, chere? It ain't been that long.

[He smiles. Because there aren't many people whose approval he cares about...but she's at the top of the list.]

Well, I'm hopin' it goes well.

[backwaterbelle]

Just makin' sure you ain't abandonin' your culinary roots sugah.

[Because really she was going to make it with bourbon whether he liked it or not. It's the proper way after all.]

Ah'll make two, just in case.

[athiefalways]

Never dream of it, chere. I may be many things, but a Yank ain't one of 'em, no matter how long I live up there.

[backwaterbelle]

[She visibly shudders, but grins shortly after.]

Sorry. Ah was just imaginin' you with a Yankee accent.

Do you remember the time ah got treated like an outsider in Mississippi 'cause my accent wasn't thick enough by their standards anymore?

[athiefalways]

You killed dat image right quick, right?

[He looks disgusted himself, but laughs.]

I Sho' do.

[backwaterbelle]

Non, ah memorialized the hell out of it swamp rat.

[All the teasing for that one, but he knows she understands his sentiment.]

Meanwhile everyone else expects me to be racist as all getup and twice as dumb.

[Does she like proving everyone wrong? Bet your britches she does.]

[athiefalways]

Cher, you ain' ever gonna me what people assume you ta be.

[He smiles.]

Yo' one in a million.

[Charmer.]

[backwaterbelle]

Except sexy as all hell. Ah'm that.

[And humble. It's their biggest strength.

He receives a fond smile for those genuine compliments though, but she scoffs playfully shortly afterwards.]

Dork.

[athiefalways]

Homme gotta be blind not ta see dat, mon coeur.

[And he winks at that feed. Because he freakin' can.]

[backwaterbelle]

[Psh, even Matt Murdock could see she was a looker.

Her brow furrows and her eyebrow lifts curiously.]

Mon coeur?

[athiefalways]

[He smiles at her question.]

Oui, it means 'my heart'.

[backwaterbelle]

[It's impossible not to be touched by his words and the genuine sentiment behind them, so her own smile reflects this.]

You're a prince Remy.

[There's a slight tone of apology in her voice, but she means her words.]

Did ah tell you ah tried to learn French?

[athiefalways]

[He laughs.] Oui, mon cher. I actually am.

[And he makes that self-deprecating joke at a risk, he knows, but he damn well makes it anyway.]

Oh?

Comment ça c'est passé?

(OOC: Hover for translation, if she even understood that.)

[backwaterbelle]

[She makes a soft, tutting sound.]

You're more than that.

[When he switches to full French she acts as though she's flicking something at him through the camera.]

Yes, an' you're 'bout to be mighty disappointed.

[Because she didn't understand a lick of it.]

[athiefalways]

Oh, don' I know it. [He grins.

...which turns into a full laugh.]

Guess I got my answer, den. I said, "How'd dat go?"

[backwaterbelle]

[Even though she's trying to give him a dirty look, she's laughing at herself, shaking her head enough that bangs fall into her face.]

Like a lead duck to water.

[Wait for it.]

So... Swimmin-ly.

[athiefalways]

[He shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose but smiling to spite himself.]

De puns only work if dey make sense, Rogue.

[backwaterbelle]

[She pushes her hair out of her face and scoffs, still grinning.]

Puns can't all be about gamblin' sugah.