Remieverse. The Red Rose Cafe and environs. Another hop back into time.

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Joy stretched luxuriously, then adjusted her pale grey shorts, smoothing the front panel that made them look like a mini skirt.

"Are ye comin', me love?" she called, stepping through the bedroom door. Then she froze as she wound up on the night-time street of a human city instead of in the hallway of the castle on the way to breakfast. "Aii! Kurti?"

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Schalk looked up from where he'd been polishing the bar till he could see himself in it and blinked, then twitched an ear in a slight smile. "No. But velcome, friend. Vhat brings you to New Orleans?"

Joy blinked and stared a little. "Ach... ye're Volk."

"Feen," he corrected gently.

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"New Orleans.... Gambit," Kurt stared. Remie smiled.

"Remie," she offered her hand and a smile.

"Must be a different vorld, in my reality you are a man," he said weakly. Remie laughed.

"Ach. Oui. I seen 'em. But dis is my husband, Schalk."

"Er, Kurt Vagner," he said, then nodded. "Und my vife, Joy."

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"Woestijn Feen?" asked Joy, nodding absently in greeting as she watched the tall dark stranger.

"No, Schattenfeen. The Professor made us a long time after the first vones," said Schalk, then went to serve a customer at the end of the bar before returning. "Vhat are Volk?"

"Seevölker." Joy walked forward and absently stood on her toes to get onto a stool, her eyes never leaving the stranger. "They came from the desert folk, but they've been living on another vorld fer a long time. Me moeder vas 'o that clan."

"Und your father?" asked Schalk, his ears perked with interest.

"James 'o Howlett. A human mon."

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"Amazing," he said faintly. "Remie und Rogue.... everyvhere."

Remie arched an eyebrow.

"Huh," she said, looking at her husband and trying to picture him as a girl. Then she winced and went over, slapping his butt gently and playfully to help clear the girl version of him out of her mind.

Kurt blinked, then went and sat by his wife.

"So ze human do not hate us here?" he said, blinking. Remie smiled.

"No more den day hate who's different in dier own kind," she said. "We jus' nudder spectrum o' people."

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Schalk started slightly at the pat, then curled her in his wing and gave her a kiss before turning back to Joy. "You mean the Volverine? Logan?"

"Volverine, aye. But me da never used Logan." Joy reached out absently and took Kurt's hand.

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Remie blinked, then frowned at where thier conversation was turning before she leaned into her husband.

"So, you're from another world?" she said.

"Uh, ja. Ve don' really know vhere ve are, but," Kurt shrugged helplessly. Remie smiled.

"Well, you need a place t' stay a few nights we got a room upstairs," she said.

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Joy paused and looked at their hostess, ears going back slightly in a small frown of concern. "Have ye sommat agin me da?"

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"No' 'gains't yoh pa. Jus' had some trouble wit de Wolverine o' dis verse a lil' while go," Remie said. "It's all resolved, though. 'Cept a few o' de cracks in de pavement."

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"Ah," said the winged woman softly as Kurt's tail slipped around her waist. "I'm sorry."

"Vould you like a drink?" asked Schalk, then looked around with a frown as someone grumbled about not being waited on as fast as they should be.

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"I get it," Remie smiled and kissed his cheek, hurrying over and poking the guy good naturdly and playing up the pregnant woman bit as she got him his food and drink.

"Ve haff no money vith us," Kurt said softly, frowning deeply.

"Nonsense. It all on de house," Remie called.