Log: Contact...
Players: Daphnea, Kirk, Piotr, Rahne, Remy, Rogue, Friction (NPC)
Place: Books and Beans, then the Black Cat, a dance club in the Upper
East Side
Date: October 9th, 2000
Logger: Kirk
Synopsis: Some of the Xers and Misfits go out for some fun at a dance
club. While they're enjoying themselves, they spot a familiar face.
Things To Look For: Remy Does Disco, Kirk drives Rahne away with
small talk, Rogue playing bad cop, Piotr accidentally gets employed,
Daphnea offers to use her powers, and the term MLF being used for
the first(?) time IC.
Things To Count: The number of times Piotr's new job is mentioned.

(starts mid-stream as Daphnea, Kirk and Remy look for something
to do, at the Books and Beans)

[X-Mansion] Remy says, "open invitation to anyone who gets the message..
we're going to a club called the Black Cat at such and such address."

Remy sits back down and shrugs. "Well, I left de message for dem. Now we
go an' see who shows up?"

Kirk shakes his head. "No, it's not your fault, it's hers, okay. She's
just a freak." He shrugs and looks up to Remy. "Sure..." He downs the
last of his coffee.

Remy raises an eyebrow. "Who's a what now?"

Kirk errs, realizing what he just said. "I meant that in a 'really
creepy person' type of way. That's all.."

Daphnea chuckles and glances at Remy, "He...was describing that woman
who attacked me the other night." She smiles, sighing as she rises from
the chair. "I take it...that everything went well, Remy?"

Remy sighs. "Oh. Her." He pauses and shrugs, and gulps down the rest of
his coffee. He stands up and waits for the others to head out.

(They leave the Books and Beans and head for the Upper East Side)
Manhattan -- Upper East Side

Noise, night, noise, lights, boys, sights... One of the countless
glittering nightspots in New York, the Black Cat, is especially popular
with those not yet old enough to get into the 'real clubs'. The line,
chock-full of teens of varied dress (and undress), curls along the walk,
threatening to impede the flow of traffic. Ninety-nine percent of those
present are eager to have a good time. One of the remaining few, lurking
under a streetlight across the road, looks not at all eager. In fact,
it's hard to imagine the young redheaded lass could look any more
Lost'n'Confused. Not to mention increasingly worried.

Kirk looks around at the place from the outside and shrugs. "I guess it
looks like an okay place..."

Remy stands next to Kirk and grins, scanning the crowd. "Oui." He
gestures towards the door and starts inside.

Daphnea was quiet for most of the trip down here. It seems the subway
has more than it's fair share of ghosts to haunt the place and it was
all she could do not to react to them hovering around her. Boy was she
glad when the destination was finally reached and even happier when she
got to see the large Black Cat which flickers with neon lighting as she
exited the underground. She grins at Remy, watching him waltz right on
up to the door, grinning as she notes the guy there to make sure it's
not overcrowded stepping across the doorway. Her eyes tip away from
there though and she blinks as she notes a lone figure off to one side,
"Hey..guys..isn't that Rahne?" She turns from the door, "Umm..keep our
place in line..I'll be right back." She grins at the two guys, tipping a
smile to Rahne as she approaches. "You know..you'll never get inside if
you don't get in line. You want to join our group?"

Surely that trio of young men over there aren't giving her the eye....
Rahne jumps, then melts with intense relief as soon as she spots
Daphnea. "I got yuir message, and Sam said it'd be okay, but I wasna
sure I had the right.. Och, babbling.." Deep breath, exhale, quickly
join Nea. "Sorry. I was getting nervous."

Remy waits patiently for the line to move and for Nea to come back. He
stands up on his tiptoes and waves to Rahne. "Hey dere.. Rahne!" He just
met her today, and briefly, but Daphnea called her Rahne, so... that
must be who she is.

Kirk waves to Rahne too, smiling happily. "Heya! Long time no see."

Daphnea chuckles and nods to Rahne, "It's alright. Really..It seems like
a nice place anyway." She grins, "Come on..let's get in line. So we can
go have fun.." She grins at the girl, motioning toward the group
waiting.

Rahne follows Daphnea's lead, crossing the street and joining Kirk and
Remy in line. A meek greeting is lost in the hubbub of the crowd, but
the line does seem to move at a good pace. Shoulders hunch forward a
little bit as the girl silently chants to herself: here to have fun,
here to have fun, here to have fun. After all, how bad could fun be?

Kirk looks towards the front of the line. "I don't think it should be
too long." At that, he takes one step forward as a group was apparently
just let in.

Remy waits, steps forward, waits, and steps forward...and finally gets
to the front of the line. He straightens out a crumpled wad of bills and
gives them to the guy at the door. Then he quickly disaperes inside.

Piotr steps out of a cab near the club. He hands the cabbie some money,
and turns back to the crowd infront of this popular club. He looks a
little out of place, but that is probably because of his clothes. It
seems the Professor takes care of his own, the new clothes that Piotr
sports being very popular, and probably very expensive. He looks down at
himself again, and shakes his head.o0(My other things were comfortable,
not like these things. Too bad I couldn't find them when I got back.) At
any rate, he stands on the sidewalk for a few more moments, looking down
the long line, and giving a slight sigh at the possible wait.

Daphnea widens her eyes at Remy, giggling a bit as she follows Remy into
the place. Her eyes look over to Rahne though, taking the girl's hand
gently to lead her inside as well. "Hmm..I guess it is true what they
say about money talking, hmm?" She giggles, glancing over to Kirk before
she ducks into the club. Her voice raises just a bit to be heard over
the music as she makes her way inside, "Wow..Nice place." Something
catches her attention and she glances over to Rahne before she offers a
comforting smile. "It'll be okay. You're just one of many people who
come to places like this to feel lost in a crowd. Noone knows anyone...
and people can just relax and be themselves for the most part. You don't
even have to use your real name when it comes to places like this."

Rahne doesn't have to go anywhere special to feel lost in a crowd. Heck,
the subway ride did that. She lets herself be tugged along into the
club, not resisting overly much. She's with friends. It'll be okay. So..
why does she feel like whimpering? She slips in behind Daphnea,
squinting until her eyes adjust to the light. If anything, she clings
rather securely to her friend's hand.

Kirk nods to Daphnea and Rahne and smiles, though he puts himself along
one of the walls. He's definately not a dancer, he's just here cause the
others are.

(Somewhere in this time Rahne disconnected and didn't come back)

Remy starts to move off into the crowd, but catches a glimps of the
others over the heads of dancers, and shakes his head. He wanders over
towards Kirk and gestures over to the floor, and then goes back over to
Rahne and Nea, smile on his face, of course. "So. You two goin' out
dere?"

Rogue has arrived.

Piotr catches sight of his friends stepping into the club, and smiles.
He moves past the line, and right up to the front door. Where the
Bouncer there stops him, and looks him up and down. Then says, "Oh! You
must be the new guy. Christ they said you were big brother..." he shakes
his head, and chuckles, "but damn, they didn't say /big/." He frowns
slightly, and says "Must be new here or something, I see you aint got
yer shirt." He nods to the girl at the register, and says to Piotr
"She'll give ya a shirt. Remember, keep the little punks in line, drinks
are free but dont get drunk, and take any problems out the back...and
take care of them." At that he he motions Piotr in, and the girl tosses
him a T-Shirt, and seems to wait for something with a sly grin on her
face. Piotr is totally confused, but removes his shirt and puts on the
T-Shirt(which sports the Black Cat Logo, Slogan, and a big SECURITY on
the back) With that he walks in, and looks for the group.

Daphnea giggles, taking Rahne over to Kirk's side before she grins
brightly. "I know I want to dance. Kirk? Umm..I think Rahne is still
trying to get used to being in a place like this..can she stay by you?"
She smiles at Rahne knowing her new friend will feel better if she gets
to stay by someone she knows. Or at least that Nea trusts. "I'm going to
do dancing...cuz' if I don't, I'm going to go nuts." She giggles,
swaying in time to the music already. "Kirk doesn't dance..so I know
you'll be just fine if you stick close to him, okay?" She grins again,
releasing the hand and making sure Kirk knows to keep a good eye on
her..help her to feel a bit more comfortable at least, then turns for
the dancefloor.

Kirk nods to Daphnea with a slight smile. "Yeah, I'll make sure she
doesn't get in any trouble." Still, there's a little bit of nervousness.
Lots of people out... if something were to happen.... He tries not to
think about it. He looks to Remy. "You dancing? You could thrill them
all with your disco moves. Disco moves work for any music, right?"

Remy glares at Kirk and laughs. "Yah, dey work jus' 'bout as much as you
can't dance t'jazz," he says sarcastically. He grins and heads back
towards the floor. "'-Course- I'm gonna dance, homme."

Daphnea has already started joining in the dancing in general. Doesn't
matter when it comes to this kind of music in general since everyone
dances with everyone else. The lights are flashing overhead, pulsing
with the beats of the base beat that throbs from thr speakers. People
seem very happy. Everyone just letting loose in time to the music
playing.

Piotr moves into the swirling lights, loud music, and lots of young
faces. He finishes tucking in the shirt, and tries looking over top the
crowd for anyone he recognizes. He mutters a few things to himself in
Russian, along the lines of confusing Americans and silly dress codes.

Rogue steps out of a cab in front of the Black Cat and after shelling
the driver his due, she looks up at the club. Man, two nights of fun in
a row? It can't be true. She smirks a little at her thoughts and starts
toward the club itself. She wears the same getup as last night, since
they are the nicest clothes she has for a place like this, the body
conturing black pants, sparkle-silver halter with sheer overshirt and
black gloves. She waits her turn in line, listening idly to
conversations around her until it's her turn to be let into the dance
club. Once inside, the throbbing beat and rythm begin to overpower her
somewhat gloomy senses. The lights, the music and the people make this
place exciting and she can't deny that. Her deep emerald gaze passes
over the crowd for a few moments but it's hard to single out any one
person in all the masses, so she decides to just join in the crowd and
see if she bumps into the others.

Kirk hangs along one of the walls with Rahne, trying to make small
talk.

Remy does a few disco-type moves nearby where Kirk can see, not even
trying to stop himself from laughing, then he spins on his heal and
actually starts to dance. He danced the night before, and he does the
same now, never in the same spot twice, keeping tabs on his friends
about the place, but not hanging near them for very long.

Daphnea giggles a bit, moving thru the crowds toward the speakers. It
seems she likes being near the pulse of the music. She's moved off to
one side, making her way thru the dance floor gathering as one song
pounds into another. It's obvious that she's having a blast. Not a speck
of her worries is on her face at the moment and she's more than happy to
just dance her cares away for the evening. She does spot the tall lanky
form of Remy, but only briefly as he moves is own way thru the throgs.

Kirk laughs a bit, shaking his head at Remy.

Piotr stands near the dance floor, but doesn't catch sight of anyone. A
few times he is bumped into, and a few of the 'younger crowd' was about
to say something but look up at him and think better of it. Piotr shakes
his head, and grumbles again. He turns his attention to the bar, and a
small smile spreads. He makes his way in that direction, and the
bartender walks right up to him, "Hey Boss, whatcha need?" with that
Piotr responds, "Vodka, Absolute I believe it is called..." The
bartender nods, and grins as he pours him a double, "Long night Boss,
looks like one of the more crowded days."

Rogue isn't actually dancing just yet, but rather trying to make her way
through the sea of bodies. The first one of her group of friends she
spots is the most obvious of all, Piotr. She calls out his name, but the
sound hardly carries over the pounding techno beat. With a smirk she
once again attempts to worm her way through the dancers until she gets
nearer to the edge of the dance floor and calls his name again to try
and get his attention. As he turns to head to the bar, she spots the
words on the back of his new shirt and arches a brow...security?
Ooohhhkay. One last time she is pushing her way through the people, and
not always politely. But then she finally makes it off the floor and
goes to the bar where she breathlessly sighs, "Hey, Piotr!"

Elsewhere on the dance floor is a young black woman, who seems very
happy, or at least lost in the moment. She's also quite good at it,
moving very fluidly and gracefully, and she doesn't seem to be getting
tired. Of course, some of the newest people to enter the club might
recognize her. And, as she turns her head in one direction, she spots
one of them, Remy. She almost instantly loses her stride and stops
dancing... apologizing to her partner, she starts to head to the wall.

Piotr turns his head as he hears his name. He smiles as Rogue walks up
to the bar, the double shot in hand, "Ahh, greetings Rogue, it is good
to see a familiar face." He raises his double shot in salute, and downs
it in one drink. He sets it down, and doesn't even flinch, "Not as good
as home, but close enough. How are you doing tonight?"

Daphnea moves a bit, toward where she saw Remy last, dancing as she
goes. She manages to get close enough to him to yell alittle loudly over
the music, "This is /so/ much fun!" She giggles, swaying her head from
side to side so that some of her hair falls out of the fastener before
she dances off again. Just a brief moment to let him know where she is
and to show just how happy this place made her. Boy! Was this a good
idea!

Remy calls back to Nea, having as much a good time as she is. "Yah! It
was a good suggestion!" He dances over in the direction of the farther
end of the bar, noting Piotr over the sea of heads, but not the shorter
Rogue. He quirks a brow and shrugs, turning back to the fellow behind
the bar. After a skeptical conversation and the flashing of ID's, he
turns away with a glass of something he probably shouldn't have and
looks out over the crowd. Then he sees that woman out of the corner of
his eye, leaning up against the wall, and he glances over to Piotr
again, heading in his direction.

Rogue nods and leans lightly against the bar. "All right..Ah was
surprised to hear about ya'll coming out here though. Man, this place is
packed..." She glances back to the floor, scanning it for the others
hopelessly. She looks back to Piotr and looks him over with a smirk.
"Uh, when exactly did you start working here?"

The woman, Friction of course, leans one hand against the wall, as
though to support herself. She continues watching Remy, and as she does
so she also spots him heading towards Piotr. She recognizes him, too, of
course. She takes a deep breath, and starts slowly heading in the
direction of the bar.

Piotr raises an eyebrow, and shrugs "I did not know that I worked here?"
He says abit confused, then looks down at the shirt. He scans around,
and notices a few more shirts like his..but not many. He gives a small
grin, and looks back to Rogue, "Ahh, I understand the conversation at
the door now. They seem to be mistaken, I should probably give back this
shirt..." Just about then the bartender walks back up, and fills his
double up again. He nods towards the dance floor, "You must be good luck
or something Boss, not many problems going on tonight..."

Daphnea sways and dances around the floor, but soon she feels like it's
an oven that she's dancing in. Hmm..that's her cue to get something to
drink. She walks along the very edge of the dance floor, actually
managing to side step those dancers which stray off that part and into
the main room. She gets bumped a few times, but still wears that happy
smile as she makes her way toward the bar. Oh? Hey! There's Rogue and
Piotr. She blinks at the shirt he's wearing, giggling a bit and thinking
he would definately make a perfect security guy. He's got the muscles
for it. Doesn't matter if he really has the heart and soul of an artist,
the looks are plenty intimidating. She grins, managing to make it to the
far end of the bar and then works her way toward Rogue, coming up behind
her and Piotr. "Hey! Guys!" She giggles, face flushed from exersion.
"Good to see you both made it." She gives Remy a grin, turning toward
the bartender, "Ginger ale please..." and then glances back to her
friends. "When did you start working here, Piotr? We could have just
asked you..if we had known." She giggles, taking the glass and nearly
draining the whole thing.

Remy leans up on the bar next to Piotr, sipping his drink and smiling
slightly, eyes moving back to where he saw Friction before. "Heya Pete..
Nea." He grins. "Rogue, you made it too, hey." He leans in towards the
Russian and says quietly, "Dere's someone else here, too, y'might
recognise, mon ami."

Kirk continues making small talk with Rahne.

Rogue shakes her head with a smile at Piotr. Her attention is caught
then by the arrival of Daphnea who brings an instant grin to the
southern girl's face. "Hey Nea. Looks like you've been havin' a good
time." Then along comes Remy and she nods to him as well.

Piotr lets out a sigh as Daphnea brings up the point of his confusion
again, he turns to the bartender and finishes the second shot with a
smile, and nods to Remy, "Who would that be, Tovarich?" He quickly adds
in to Daphnea, "Long story Daphnea, something I am sure will come up in
some joke shortly..." he then winks at Rogue while he waits for Remy's
response.

Friction takes another few slow uncertain steps towards the bar. Her
arms cross defensively cross her chest, almost hugging herself. Her eyes
dart about nervously, but she starts slowly towards the group.

Daphnea giggles softly, shaking her head as she nods to Rogue. "I'm
having a blast really." She giggles, glancing around for a moment
because of all the whispering(or whispering in such a loud place anyway)
going on and notes that someone is headed their way. Not that she knows
who it is, but the woman seems to be heading their way. Her eyes go to
Remy for a moment, "Remy..I think that person you mentioned is headed
our way." Her eyes dart toward the advancing figure, even though she's
not sure that's who he meant.

Remy continues, barely audible above all the noise, "Dat woman, she was
wit dose guys in Central Park.." He blinks at Daphnea and tosses back
the rest of his drink, spinning around.

Rogue takes a cue from Nea and glances toward the young black girl with
instant recognition. Her eyes narrow and she takes just a slight step
forward so that she is no longer leaning, or looking relaxed, but
rather, alert and at the ready. Her step also places her slightly in
front of Daphnea, a position of protection. She had her share of dancing
last night, so she's perfectly up for a little action tonight if it
comes down to it.

Piotr looks over his shoulder as Remy spins around. He looks in the
direction that Daphnea spoke of, and see's Friction walking their way.
His reaction is different then the others though, he smiles slightly and
remains where he is..leaning against the bar. He does take stock of the
immediate area, and looks for Charlottes 'other friends' since they seem
to always be around her..whether she likes it or not.

Friction finally gets within speaking range, or rather, low-shouting
range. She notices the wary looks of the others, especially Piotr's
looking around, and she starts with. "They're not here. None of them
are."

Daphnea takes a step back at Rogue moves to stand in front of her. Utoh.
That's not good. Remy's on guard. Rogue's definately on guard and Piotr
seems to know her also. She bites her lower lip, careful not to bite too
hard to hurt the cut already there. She lifts a brow at Friction,
tipping her head to one side and not knowing who she is refering to even
though it seems the others might.

Remy shakes his head and smiles. "Non. You are." He sets his glass down
on the bar, and takes a step towards Friction, still smiling pleasantly
enough, and eyes narrowed. "An' what brings you over on dis fine
evenin', chere?"

Piotr nods to Charlotte, and gives her that friendly smile, "Da
Charlotte, that is good to hear. I hope you are enjoying yourself?" It
is by pure coincedence that he notices someone reaching over towards the
bartenders tip jar. With surprising quickness he snaps his hand past
Rogue, and Daphnea while grabbing the young would-be theif's hand. He
shakes his head, and in a stern voice says "Nyehtt Comrade, that would
not be advised." The seriousness of it carried even more by his Russian
accent. The teenager blanches, and moves on without another word.
Allowing Piotr to turn back to Charlotte, and the group at hand.

Rogue is not quite looking as cordial as the two men in her party. Yet
she doesn't add anymore to the questioning as her main concern at this
point is the girl behind her. Her attention is broken momentarily by
Piotr's role as security and she smirks a little. Maybe he shouldn't
give back the shirt tonight. As the startled teen moves off, she too
looks back at Friction, waiting answers from her.

Friction looks to the others, maybe relaxing just a touch, even smiling
a bit as Piotr stops the thief without any effort, but at Rogue's gaze
she shrinks a little. She takes a few seconds to gather her words and
insists, "I'm not like them..."

Daphnea sighs softly, seeing that the girl seems very upset or fearful
of something and she looks around Rogue toward the girl as she tries to
find out what the girl did to make Rogue feel so threatened. She does
take another long drink of her ginger ale though in the meantime. Not
like she can add anything since she really doesn't know the person.

Remy hmms and sits down at the bar, still facing Friction. "Yah?" he
says, using curiosity to mask suspicion, gesturing towards an empty
stool. "Would you care t'join us, chere?"

Piotr nods to Charlotte, and adds in to Remy's offer "You do not need
them, or fear them if you would like to leave." Then in after thought,
he runs a hand through his hair, and asks "Is the one that I hit with
the bench healthy? I hope he was not seriously injured, I did not mean
to harm him. I just wanted him to stay away from my friends..."

Rogue shoots a quick glance that borders on a glare toward Remy as he
makes such a suggestion. Yes, she feels that Friction is not as much of
a threat as the others, and maybe she is just being coherced somehow,
but the point remains foremost in her mind is that she has given the
girl chances, tried to help her, but she wouldn't take it. Rogue is not
so much threatened as hurt, but it comes across looking the same. She
keeps an eye on Friction but doesn't add any comments yet. She's just
going to play a little devil's advocate. If her friends are gunna play
'good cop', she'll be 'bad cop'.

Friction sits down at the offered seat, smiling a bit at Piotr's concern
for a person who probably would have hurt him. She tries to avoid
meeting Rogue's gaze. "Sta..." she pauses, realizing she's using his
silly code name. "Thomas is okay. He got a little banged up, but he's
recovering..." she sighs. "I don't want to stay with them, but I can't.
They.. they're going to hurt people I care about if I leave. And me. And
I can't even hide, Caliban can home in on me now that he knows me..."

Remy smirks back over at Rogue. He was simply offering the lady a seat,
nothing more, and makes no other prompts for her to explain her reasons
for being with whoever, or leaving, or anything. He just idly listens,
nodding occasionally in the right places, as he pesters the bartender
for a refil on his drink.

Daphnea gasps a bit, eyes going wide. Well, she certainly knows that
name and she leans forward to Rogue, "He's the one I told you about,
Rogue. The one who came to me just outside of Ma's house." She frowns a
bit, shaking her head. "Poor child. He's being so used..and he thinks
that person likes him when he's only a means to an end." She scowls,
looking down into her glass.

Piotr nods to Charlotte, and catches Rogues look. He gives a tired
sigh, and nods to Charlotte, "That is good he is not hurt badly..." He
leaves the rest unsaid as he shakes his head slightly.

Rogue nods in response to Daphnea without even looking back at her. Then
she moves to sit in the chair next to Friction...oh, she's not getting
away from her that easy. "Then what are you doing here, talking to us,
the 'enemy'? You tryin' ta find out more 'bout us so yer buddies can
track us too?" She takes her turn at questioning the girl. "You want us
to trust you aftah everythin' you've done? Oh...an' tell yer friend
Fabian ah owe him fer that little stunt o' his an' it ain't gunna be no
kiss he gets this time."

Friction glances at Daphnea about that. Caliban never mentioned anything
about another young teenage girl mutant... but then, he reports to
Fabian first. Then Rogue lays into her and she starts looking wounded by
the words. Then at that last bit she gets a bit angry and says,
"Fabian's not my friend. I made that jerk slip on purpose." She softens.
"Some of the others.. aren't so bad really." She even likes some of
them. Caliban's pretty creepy but at least he's nice. "Look. I just
wanted you to know the MLF is planning something... something bigger
than just recruitment. I don't know what it is yet.. but I've got a bad
feeling."

Daphnea raises a brow as she gets looked at, but then the girl hasn't
tried anything as yet so she just lets it slide. She raises a brow at
the initials never having heard them before herself. Her eyes do look to
the others to see if they have and then return to Friction for the time
being. Utoh..that doesn't sound good. If it's anything liek what she's
been hearing..it can't be good. But what can they do? Hmm.. Not like she
knows about the other things at the house that noone's mentioned to her
as yet.

Piotr straightens up at Charlottes warning. He shakes his head, and
grunts slightly obviously worried. He asks in a low tone, "Charlotte,
where is this supposed to occur? Even a general area would be of great
help..." He nods to Rogue, probably thinking the same thing.o0(It could
be a trap, but can we take the chance that it isn't and possiblely let
them get away with something.)

Remy raises an eyebrow and says, still in distant, conversational tones,
"How very helpful of you t'come tell us... Now really.. If Fabian'd be
so quick t'punish you if y'try t'leave, how he gonna react t'one of his
own givin' away plans, hien?" He picks up his newly filled glass and
takes a sip, nodding to Piotr. "Yah... since you're so eager t'say..
what's dis 'bad feelin' about, den?"

Rogue just smirks almost comically at the news. She comments, "Yer 'Not
so bad' Friends have killed people Char...sorry, but to me, that makes
'em pretty bad." She is a little relived that Remy and Piotr seem to
have come to their senses and stopped be quite so nice. And Remy had a
good point which Rogue nods to validate and let's her answer.

Friction shakes her head. "Not all of them have. And those cops shot at
us f..." She stops again. "I know, its not an excuse. But I think some
of them are like me. They don't want it, but they can't leave." She
looks to Piotr and says, "I don't know. Fabian's been talking a lot
about 'showing the humans.' They probably won't tell me until we do it."
She sighs, looking to Remy. "I'm risking a lot here. But they're not
watching me here. An' I figure since you showed up so quickly before,
you must have some way knowing so if you show up again it won't look as
suspicious. Look," she says, looking between Remy and Rogue, who both
seem the most distrustful of her. "I know you don't trust me. I'm not
sure what I can do..." Here she pauses, and looks to Rogue. "The papers
say, you can take people's memories, by touching 'em?"

Piotr frowns slightly at that, and stands up from the bar. He scans the
immediate area, and tries to make sure that no one is 'happening to
catch' the conversation..especially Frictions last comment.

Remy shrugs and keeps on sipping his drink. "An' you say you don' know
when, where, or what is goin' on, jus' dat it -is- goin' on. You don'
know not'in' else?" He glances over at Rogue.

Daphnea bites her lower lip, looking around as well and feeling very
uncomfortable with the line of conversation at the moment. Nothing like
being in a hugely public place and discussing the 'gifts' they have to
make people really start freaking out. She sighs, asking the 'tender'
for another round of ginger ale before she glances back over to
Friction. Lovely..does she want Rogue to do what she /thinks/ she's just
asked her?

Rogue has up until now maintained a stone face about all of this. But
the girl's question makes her falter. She nods slowly, "Yeah..." She's
no fool and knows what is really being asked by the question. It's risky
to her and to the girl...but could it really help? She glances toward
the others in her group, searching their faces for an opinion on the
matter. She's never done this by choice before. As her gaze lands on
Friction again, she asks quietly as she can, "But it's dangerous...
you'd be knocked out an' ah can't tell ya for how long..."

For the most part, it's too loud elsewhere for people to be able to hear
much beyond their own conversations. The bartender might have heard
snippits here or there in passing, but when its loud things like 'steal
memories' can sound an awful lot like "sing 'Memories'" to an outsider.
Friction herself looks a bit hesitant as Rogue explains the risk. She's
not sure she wants that, especially out here with all the people. "I
don't know. I just want you to know that I'm not trying to trick you."
She sighs.

Daphnea bites her lips and looks over to Friction before she leans in to
Rogue and whispers to her. Her eyes go to Friction before she does this.
Daphnea pages: She just offered to try to read her mind instead..

Remy shakes his head stares down at his glass, empty again. He runs his
finger around the rim and shrugs. "I.. really don' t'ink dat nessisary
anyway. You eit'er tellin' de trut' or no, an' eit'er way, we find out
sooner or later, non?" He grins. "But if you would answer me, dat'd be
helpful. Dere was anyt'in else you wanted t'share wit us, maybe?"

When Rogues eyes pass to Piotr he shakes his head sharply, definately
not agreeing with what is being suggested.
Rogue glances back to Nea and looks thoughtful for a long moment. It's
true...and it might be safer. But what if Daphnea can't get those walls
back up? The memories of the night in the pool hall and Nea's face
during all that pain flashes into her mind and she sighs. Above everyone
else, Rogue is willing to risk anything for her 'sister'. She shakes her
head to Nea and looks back to Friction. "It's not a good idea to go
messin' with that kinda stuff in here. Even if we do belive you, you
don't even know anythin'. All ah'd get is yer 'bad feelin'. We need to
know more."

Friction shrugs to Remy and nods slightly to Rogue. "I didn't.. I mean,
I never came in here to tell you this stuff. I just came to dance. And
I saw you guys... and I'm pretty much winging it here." She looks to
Piotr's shirt and says. "I never knew you worked here... maybe if I find
out something, I can come in and tell you? They don't know I come here."

Daphnea nods to Rogue offering a soft sigh as she goes back to staring
into her glass. Well it was thought anyway. She bites her lip alittle
bit, offering a soft sigh before she raises a brow at Friction's words.
Well, there is that at least. Maybe they could do things that way? Or it
could just be a way to set them up, but..hey at this point she sure
seems genuine in her wanting to stop all the killing. Something is
bothering her about the whole thing though, but she won't say anything
just yet. No sense in complicating it more so when they other guys
probably already thought of it anyway.

Piotr lets out another sigh, and shakes his head replying with "First
night..." instead of trying to explain anything.

Kirk and Rahne have both mysteriously disappeared from their spots on
the wall. Woo, tension. Has the MLF nabbed them? Have they gone to
dance? Have they gone home? Or did they just have to go to the bathroom
about the same time.

Remy spins around on the stool back to face the bar. He sets his glass
down and smirks up at the back of Piotr's shirt. He looks over his
shoulder at Friction a little and says warmly, "Den go enjoy yourself,
chere, don' let us keep you." Whatever he hoped to get out of the
conversation, he's either gotten it, or given up. His attention is on
Piotr now, and the tip jar he guards so well.

Rogue actually smiles at the suggestion and looks over to Piotr. So,
yeah, it was a misunderstanding, but she bets they actually would hire
him. It sounds like a good plan to her anyway. She leans in a little
closer to Friction so she won't have to speak too loud, "That's an idea.
But we need some, insurance, ta be sure the MLF don't show up here an'
that this ain't no trick. Tell us where th' headquaters are, Ah'm sure
ya'll have someplace ya meet up an' dicuss yer next kidnappin's. That
way, you know where ta find us, and we know where ta find you." Sounds
fair.

Piotr nods in agreement with Remy, and raises an eyebrow at Rogue. He
doesn't expect Friction to tell them that, but he shrugs it off anyways.
He catches sight of a few older girls, probably late teens, looking
Remy's way. He chuckles while he shakes his head, and the bartender
drops off another double of Vodka. He raises the drink to him, and takes
this one down as smoothely as the first. Turning back to Friction,
Rogue, and Daphnea as he gets a good look at the place..for the first
time. It seems like it is actually pretty packed with people.

Friction shakes her head. "I can't do that," she says. What follows next
could be a lie to cover, or it could be the truth. "They don't have any
one place. They just call people and we go some place." She looks to
Piotr for a moment, then back to Rogue, biting her lip. "I can give you
my phone number. But you have to promise not to try to find me. Caliban
will be able to recognize you and if he feels you near my place..." She
trails off. "If you find out its a trap you can always send the police
after me."

Daphnea shakes her head gently, not liking it one bit, but of course
what can she say. Everyone else seems to know what they are doing, so
she will just go along for now. Not like she can really put much imput
into things just yet. But..to be sure, she will have her say after
Friction leaves. She sighs softly, turning to face the bar now as she
frowns to herself a bit more and drinks down the rest of the ginger ale.

Piotr looks between Rogue, and Friction before saying "If you were going
to set up a trap then it has already been set whether we believe you or
not." He shakes his head slightly, "If you want to leave your phone
number with us then it should be that you hope to help us..."

Rogue gives a slight nod to Friction, taking what she can get. She leans
across the bar and asks the tender for a pen and napkin. She slides them
over to the girl to write down the number on. She glances back over to
Piotr and flashes a sheepish smile. She'll have to try and convince him
now to take the job here. But she'll deal with that in a minute. To
Charlotte she assures, "We won't do anythin' ta put you in danger." She
finally gives the girl a warm smile after all of that, "Thanks for th'
help...ah'm sure this isn't exactly easy for you."

Remy looks for a moment like he's about to reach into that jar behind
Piotr's back, maybe letting his intentions be a little obvious because
he's just joking around.. but it doesn't do to play jokes like that with
eyes on you, and so he amuses himself with chatting to one of the girls
near the bar, still listening in on bits of the conversation.

Charlotte starts writing a phone number on the napkin, her hands
shaking.. she's not sure its the right thing. But she's doing it anyway.
"There," she says. "I guess I'll go now. I don't want to keep you from
having fun..."

Daphnea glances at the girl for a moment, noting the shaking. "Umm..I
know it was hard for you to do what you did, but..if you want to free of
some things..sometimes the first step is hardest." She tries to smile
encouragingly to her before she sighs. "Hang in there...it will all work
out alright."

Piotr lets out a sigh, and puts a comforting hand on Frictions shoulder,
"You are not alone Charlotte, and if you decide to leave them I will
help you..." His hand drops from her, and he turns away with a grimace.
Muttering a few things in Russian, which is better left unsaid in
English, though one word is easily understandable..Fabian.

Charlotte smiles weakly at Piotr and Daphnea, but slips off into the
crowd.

Kirk is also back at his spot against the wall, though without Rahne. If
anyone even noticed he was gone.

Remy is gone from the bar now, lost in the crowd once again.

Rogue takes the napkin and folds it into her pocket as she nods to the
other girl. She moves up next to Piotr. "Uh...about the plan..ah was
thinkin' that you could just explain th' mistake about you bein' a
security guy an'....then apply for th' job fer real. Ah mean, yer really
perfect for this sort of thing. Lookit how you stopped that kid with
just a glance. An' if she does find out anything more..." She shrugs a
little, "What do ya think?"

Daphnea sighs softly, glancing over to Kirk once again now that things
have calmed down. She notes that Rahne is gone and scowls. "Rats..." She
mutters this under her breath before heading over to Kirk, "She take
off? I have hoping she was having fun..but I guess not?"

Piotr returns from his own thoughts to raise an eyebrow at Rogue, "Hmm,
you think so then Rogue?" A smile spreads on his face as he asks "Well,
if I do apply I would need the identification we were talking of
earlier, Da?" He chuckles, but does not wait for an answer, "Perhaps I
will keep the shirt, and work here as I am. Not denying that I am the
person they hired, but not confirming it either. That way they come to
know me, and I am a normal sight here..." Looking over to the departing
Friction, he adds " and if she decides to take me up on my offer she
will be able to find me. How does that plan sound?"

Kirk nods to Daphnea. "Yeah. Well, I guess she didn't like just being a
wallflower... I tried to keep her entertained with my amazing small talk
but she wanted to leave." He pauses, something just occuring to him. "Or
maybe my amazing small talk made her want to leave?" He frowns a bit.
"I'm not great at it. Anyway, I walked her to the subway."

Daphnea smiles and nods, heaving a soft sigh. "Well at least she got to
get out for a bit which is more than she's probably done before." She
grins, "Thanks for keeping her company. I..I didn't really figure that
I'd end up stuck over there."

Kirk nods, not really being aware of what you were doing. "Yeah, well, I
guess time flies when you're having fun." He shrugs and smiles.

Rogue Smiles to him and nods. "That sounds like a good plan." She smiles
still, content with how things went down. Plots and schemes are already
running through her head about how to track down and stop the MLF. Such
is the mind of a rogue.

Piotr nods in agreement with Rogue, and glances around the Club. He
shrugs one shoulder, and says "Of course I have never done this type of
work before. Lets hope I am good enough to keep..." a small grin
accompanies the statement.

Daphnea chuckles softly, shaking her head. "I'm sure it was fine. She
didn't look all that comfortable to begin with." She lifts a shoulder,
"I'm sure she was glad at least to have you with her in a strange place
with a bunch of strange people wandering around."

Kirk finally spots Piotr and raises an eyebrow, turning to Daphnea.
"Hey, I didn't know Piotr worked here..."

<-END LOG->
(The scene went on for a little bit longer, but I had to go soon after
that and I thought this'd be a good line to end the log on. :))