House of Cards

You miss weird things when you find yourself with practically nothing.

I miss cooking. I think I miss it more than I missed not thieving for weeks because I was trying to be good at school, which even I think just sounds stupid, but there you have it. I miss classes, having something to do. I even miss annoying kid-sister types who don't know how to shut up but know just how to bring a smile to your face.

This is my last post here, at least for a while. I can't do it, guys. I'm going to go find Rogue. I'll try to convince her to come back here. I hope she does. I'm not. I pose too much of a threat, and it's not just from the human mutant haters. Kitty, Meggan, Jubilation, Kevin, all of you... I'm sorry. I left you all something. Stay safe. I've got a new cell phone. Try not to use it, but if you're in trouble, give me a call, I did that stupid texting thing and got my number out to those who need it.

Stay safe, mes amis. Au revoir.

[Private to Students]

In case you didn't see the construction, yes, stuff happened. No, don't ask. But you know what this means?

Field trip.

Felicia and I have decided we need to get out of the mansion for a day on the town (followed definitely by a good night on the town). Friday, starting, say, right after lunch. Meet in the garage at 2. We'll get into the city with plenty of time to do whatever.

Who's game?

[Private to Lorna]

Sorry to miss the party. Hope it went all right. I owe you guys some awesome pies or anything you want out of the kitchen. Or anything anybody forgot to grab you. I definitely forgot to get a present.

To: rogue@xaviers.edu
From: rlebeau@xaviers.edu
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Hey mes amis. I'm back from New Orleans. Hope you didn't miss me too much. Hope Thanksgiving was all right - Terry, did you deliver my pies? I don't plan to miss Christmas, so I'll make up for a lack of Thanksgiving cooking with a lot of good eats for the next big meal.

Bored, though, and need to take my mind off things. Got a new motorcycle. If anyone needs a fast ride to the city for anything, let me know!

Private to Sue

Can I schedule an appointment with you or something, cher? I think something's going on with my powers, don't know what, and need to talk with someone. Figured you were the last to really study them, maybe you can help? Or at least just give an opinion. Or I can just swing by to update your Handsome Mutant Cajun portion of your study.

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Mon dieu. [French]Goddamnit. I shouldn't have left. I should have pretended I was coming right back. I shouldn't have fucked everything up. Shit.[/French]

Tomorrow I start an insanely long train trip from here to home. I really wish I had my motorcycle back. 24 hours on a train does not sound like much fun. Classes soon, packing tonight, then outta here for the weekend. I'll see you all around some time.

Have a bon Thanksgiving, mes amis.

( Private to Kitty )

( Private to Terry )

( Private to Felicia )

( Private to Wade )

This Neal Caffrey guy is pretty cool. USA puts out some interesting shows. I enjoy finding something worth watching on TV, now I have at least one hour I can waste on Friday nights.

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Got the train tickets, called Jean-Luc, made all the necessary arrangements. Can't wait for Tuesday.

I wasn't going to give in to my father so soon, but I think I'm going to swing up to New Orleans for Thanksgiving weekend. I need to get the hell out of here for a bit.

Interesting camping trip, its lessons, and fun little bits aside, I'm already back to being bored. So question time. Anyone know a good place to get a motorcycle around here? My baby from back home got destroyed by those [French]stupid, pig-headed, racist, moronic assholes[/French], and it's eating me up inside.

I won't use the knowledge 'til after I'm off house arrest, of course.

[The following is in Cajun French. If any student wants to run it through a Google translator, I'm sure they'd get the gist of it. Though it'll come out funny. XD]

SHIT. Cops keep giving me the god damn run around and won't take my baby out of impound. Stupid, arrogant, racist assholes! Where do they get off? I offered to pay the fine and everything. Twice the damn fine. This is bullshit. They have no right. SHIT SHIT SHIT.

I swear, if I never sing again, it will be too soon. I'm not going to apologize for showing you the time of your life, Betsy, but I will apologize if I made your ears bleed. But then, you were no Disney Princess, yourself. No wonder they have to get different people to sing for all those flicks.

I'm really surprised I didn't catch a cold for running around half the week in shorts and a vest outside.

Halloween this year kinda sucked, though. Step one is to forget, I guess, but Miss Bourbon didn't do a good job of helping last night. So I think a day or night out on the town is in order.

[Private]
(In French)I want to touch her so badly. I keep remembering our normal week together and I can't get those memories out of my mind and it drives me insane when I have to be so careful around her. I feel like I'm turning into that proverbial bull in a china shop, and it feels like it won't be long before I break all the china. Shit.

And yet it's still so... tantalizing. Dammit.(/French)
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It's nice to have weather where the trench coat comes in handy in the most obvious of ways.

Ugh. If I know any math, I know enough that detention plus school work equals no time for anything. I'm so bored with all these detentions already. They get repetitive. Friday night needs to get here already.

[Private to Lorna]

I saw you around today. Tell me there's something good you wanna eat. I need to cook something to work off some steam, and the freezer is stocked with gumbo since just me and Petite eat it. I'll make you anything you need, cher. You need some good home cooking.

[Private]

[French] I'd definitely prefer to avoid Profeseur Lehnsherr's wrath. Shit, these detentions are way overboard for just a night on the town. No wonder Pietro's so wound-up. I can't wait for the weekend.[/French]

Ah, cherie, I think our Friday night date might have to wait for next Friday night. Stuff happened last night, and I might sorta be under house arrest. And I maybe pranked Wade a few days ago and he's watching me like a hawk.

In fact, he's seeing now and says he's just doing it to be a model student. C'est des conneries, Wade!

Anyway. Yeah. Maybe I'll see you around the Rec Room or somesuch, mon cher?

Hope no one missed me. Went to see the family for my birthday. One day back was a real tease, though. Being 17 is also a tease. One more year until it's legal to do half the things I do.

Huhn, maybe a quarter of the things I do.

I think the old man wants me over again at some point. I can't decide if it's tempting or not. It wasn't a bad 30-something hours though.

[In his slangy French]

*I was about to ponder about when things will get back to normal - but, mais, when they get normal for a minute, they never stay that way.*

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I didn't think it'd turn out like this. I think I'm okay with being wrong, though, this time.

I'm in a gambling mood. I think we need a poker night.

[Private]

(In French)

*Even I didn't think I'd agree to that. This already feels exhausting... but thrilling at the same time. I wonder how it'll be. Just go with the flow, Rems. Always worked for you before.

God, I forgot that I hate these private journals. No better than talking to yourself. Now I'm meta-talking to myself or something. Shut up, Remy.

I hope tonight turns into strip poker.*

[/Private]

( Pick a card, mon ami. )