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Ah, the advanced Greed Technique of desire-shifting. You literally metaphysically become another person, do a thing, and then they have to live with being morally culpable because after all "they" "did" do it.Unless this Ol has developed body-snatching, I'm pretty sure that should be 'seen'.
'Once' works better, but 'one' isn't wrong.
I was thinking more in terms of being Remi and hitting on others than the one being hit on by him, but that works too.Now now, let's not make assumptions here. OL very well may have done exactly that. Maybe he enjoys having Remi treat him like a pretty lady every now and then.
This is a question known as Fun Theory, or the Boredom Problem. We play tic tac toe as children, but eventually we stop. The game bores us. We grow more intelligent. We strip mine all the fun from tic tac toe. Then we don't want to play it with our friends anymore. We move on to checkers. That's a more complicated game that takes a bit more foresight and benefits from the added complexity. Then chess. Then go. Good food all the time soon loses its luster as well, as the best food you've ever eaten can only grow better over time and becomes the standard to which all other food is compared. And believe me, I feel you. I'm an altruistic hedonist. I want to maximize the amount of hedons I accrue, and I recognize that friends make more fun possible, so I want those friends to also have all the fun. But there's diminishing returns. You either die having fun, or live long enough to do everything until it isn't fun. At some point, your experience starts to dip into negative hedons. All the hobbies have been invented, joined, lost, rediscovered, and been committed to muscle memory. Every AGDQ has people who have cybernetic superintelligent brains, and they all tie with TASbot performing the same run they did last hundred years. And then you turn the TV off because you don't want to watch it anymore. You've had your fun.
"Never met the man. But I've got what I think is a piece of alien technology I think he'll trade for his help. Make a decision, Mister LeBeau."
As mournfully as I can while covered in the blasted, chocolaty remains of the morning's work.
She then… Inserts the middle three fingers into her mouth, making a loud… Sucking noi-.
"Try not ta wreck the place. And maybe put a sock on the door next time."
A certain existing member of the team has been making it clear that he's not at all happy with the way things have been developing. This is the furthest he's taking things, but if he's getting this petulant then I… Need to have a word with the man.
"As, ah… Appealing as that sounds, I need to go and have a word with Mister Le.. Beau."
Ignoring the idea of a masculine wet t-shirt contest that suddenly appears in my mind, I shake my head.
"I'm sorry, but it's somewhat hard to parse the meaning of an exploding cake." He smirks. "And I'm sure that if I let it go you'd continue pranking me in a similarly juvenile fashion
"Mister LeBeau, you live in a world of hover wheelchairs, man-portable plasma weapons and giant robots. And yet, not once have you attempted to acquire a device that would let you touch her
Untrue.
Demonstrably false.
Arguable. Some would say it's the opposite.
Then you have shitty friends. Also objectively untrue.
I've literally never touched checkers in my life.
My strategy in any boat game has always been 'Ooh, shiny'.That's a more complicated game that takes a bit more foresight and benefits from the added complexity
See above.
Go where?
Patently false. Eating cup noodles has never lost its shine despite the four years I've continued to indulge in them.Good food all the time soon loses its luster as well, as the best food you've ever eaten can only grow better over time and becomes the standard to which all other food is compared.
First thing we can agree on.
Ask any man, 99% of them will tell you they masturbate regularly and the remaining 1% will lie.You either die having fun, or live long enough to do everything until it isn't fun.
Not yet I haven't.
Well there's your answer, enter a threeway relationship with Rogue and Gambit.
Logan and Scott just need to fuck each other and they could all be happy together.
I'm kind of perplexed as to how Gambit is a part of this equation.
It's not like he's doing anything to get a technological solution, so why on earth would Paul get a forcefield for him, instead of the obvious choice of getting one directly for Rogue herself?
I mean, if the point is to give Rogue free will in who to pursue a romantic relationship with, wouldn't the obvious choice be to just give her the means to touch anyone, rather than giving her the means to specifically touch one other person?
Feels like getting a forcefield for Gambit would just hang a lampshade on the fact that he could have got one for Rogue and chose not to.
This chapter is pure crack. I think Paul was just looking for an excuse to visit... Stark. Wait a minute! Wasn't the last chapter him trying and failing to rescue Stark from the Mandarin?
I mean, yes, Orange ring....
I really hope she picks gambit. That was pure fucking arrogance.
Damn. Good one. That's the perfect and obvious solution and I could have thought of it, but didn't.I mean, if the point is to give Rogue free will in who to pursue a romantic relationship with, wouldn't the obvious choice be to just give her the means to touch anyone, rather than giving her the means to specifically touch one other person?
I think you can leave out the "at times". It just gets ridiculous. Full stop. Every. Single. Time. God I hate that trope, it's bloody everywhere.I get that relationship drama sells, but it gets ridiculous at times.
...
I really hope she picks gambit. That was pure fucking arrogance.
I mean, if the point is to give Rogue free will in who to pursue a romantic relationship with, wouldn't the obvious choice be to just give her the means to touch anyone, rather than giving her the means to specifically touch one other person?
Damn. Good one. That's the perfect and obvious solution and I could have thought of it, but didn't.
Does that deserve an 'Oh, my'? Because it sure as heck sounds like it. I'm sure it's completely innocent...Earth 534834
20th November 1992
11:13 GMT -5
I look at Jubilee mournfully. As mournfully as I can while covered in the blasted, chocolaty remains of the morning's work.
Ah... Now, I doubt any kind of cake could explode, so it sounds like a certain Cajun is playing the rival card, very childishly...
Oh, please. Like anything Gambit could do would get through his shields? I doubt he could do anything to a construct, either.I blink, then raise my right hand to my eyes to wipe off some of the… Ex-cake, off my face while my assistant gasps in shock… Then snorts in amusement.
"Oh, whaw. Are you okay?"
True. Clearly, Gambit didn't think of what might happen to anyone else. Can you imagine the damage that clay shards could have done to Jubilee if she'd been in the room?Because 'baking powder' obviously explains why the plate shattered and the icing went everywhere like I added gelignite rather than gelatine. Fortunately, the work surface took the worst of it and my environmental shield is still up, but exploding shards of pottery are no laughing matter.
"I'm caked in cake, Jubilee."
And if the explosion was loud enough to be heard throughout the mansion, it must have been big. Man, Gambit needs a smack upside the head for this..."What in tarnation-?"
Rogue flies into the kitchen at speed, double takes and lands unsteadily, staring wide-eyed at me.
Ah, there's the 'Oh, my' moment. Where's that clip? <digdigdig>I spread my arms apologetically. "I'm afraid that lunch may be somewhat delayed."
She smiles as she approaches, pulling off her right glove and using her exposed hand to scoop cake off my right cheek. She then… Inserts the middle three fingers into her mouth, making a loud… Sucking noi-.
Oh, please, honey. One day you'll want to do just that. Not for a few years, though..."Ew! Gross!"
Jubilee pulls a face, then turns and double-times out of the kitchen as Rogue pulls out her fingers, her tongue following them-.
Yeah, You just get the feeling this is not the weirdest thing he's seen over the years, even if he doesn't remember it."Summat goin' on in here?"
Logan steps around the retreating Jubilee, sniffs, and looks both of over as Rogue and I awkwardly step apart. Then he turns around, waving his right hand dismissively.
Damn, horny teenager burn! Not that he wouldn't mind being in a similar position with Jean..."Try not ta wreck the place. And maybe put a sock on the door next time."
He closes the door with a thump, thoroughly killing the mood.
Well, you'd think he'd never had a romantic rival before... Seriously, Remy LeBeau is quite the man-child...Rogue and I… Avoid one another's eyes for a moment as I use the ring to clean up the blast zone. Rogue's… Been very… Tactile with me ever since I started training here, for… Obvious reasons. And she's a very attractive woman, and… That's a novel experience for me. But we don't actually know each other all that well, and… A certain existing member of the team has been making it clear that he's not at all happy with the way things have been developing. This is the furthest he's taking things, but if he's getting this petulant then I… Need to have a word with the man.
Easy there, libido. Last thing you need is to get spiked by the Tang.And I need to do it now, not after Rogue's finished licking her fingers clean.
As pleasant as that is to watch.
Oh, she is just loving being the apex of the love triangle... Which is really just a bent line, really..."As, ah… Appealing as that sounds, I need to go and have a word with Mister Le.. Beau."
Rogue sighs. "And why, ah'm sure ah can't imagine." She raises her eyebrows. "Am ah gunna need a hose for you boys?"
...Or maybe not. I mean, sure, Gambit wears armour with sculpted abs, but the personality a bit's of a turn-off. Joy of bisexuality, huh?Ignoring the idea of a masculine wet t-shirt contest that suddenly appears in my mind, I shake my head.
Not that I expect either of them would follow The Duke's example of manliness..."My word of honour that I will keep things-" A wave of orange removes the cake from me before turning into a construct rubbish bag and depositing it in the bin. "-civilised."
"Guess a fellah's gotta do what a fellah's gotta do."
Well, that was quick! I suppose Remy was coming to see the result of his prank?I nod.
And neither of us mov-. Oh come on! I turn away, heading out through the kitchen's other door, out through one of the Manor's many side exits, around to the front-.
Mr LeBeau and I walk into each other.
Yeah, Gambit would lose just about any fight they could have. I suppose being massively overgunned makes it a lot easier to be the better man.The ring keeps me in place while he instinctively springs back, right hand going for his collapsible staff. It takes him a second to process who I am, and when he does his expression doesn't get any friendlier.
I smile. "Mister LeBeau. Just the man I wanted to speak to."
Or rather, who it is... At any rate, if the initial prank is indicative of his methods, probably easier on the walls if it's headed off now."Can't imagine I got much I wanna say to you."
"I'm sorry, but it's somewhat hard to parse the meaning of an exploding cake." He smirks. "And I'm sure that if I let it go you'd continue pranking me in a similarly juvenile fashion, so I thought that I'd give you the opportunity to air your grievance to my face like a civilised adult. Though I suppose you don't really need to since it's obvious what it is."
Yeah, Remy really does like to tease and play the field..."Since you wanna do this civilized-like, it ain't too polite to chase after another man's girl."
"Leaving aside the uncomfortable implication that you could own another human being, and ignoring the fact that I've been you hit on four other women since I've been here -one in the middle of a fire fight- I rather think that's her decision. And it's a very easy one, because I've got an advantage that you don't. I can touch her, and you can't."
Kind of hard to argue against that interpretation, really. Seriously, throw a pretty girl into the enemy ranks and he's practically humping their leg...His face hardens.
"Which just emphasises to me that you're not serious about her, and this reaction is the result of pure.. thwarted.. pride."
You know, that is a good point. I mean, I don't know how Rogue would take being offered such a device, or seeing him using it, but hey..."Wouldn't mind seeing how you touch her without dat ring."
"Mister LeBeau, you live in a world of hover wheelchairs, man-portable plasma weapons and giant robots. And yet, not once have you attempted to acquire a device that would let you touch her. You simply threw 'charm' at her in the hope that she'd eventually… What, circum and drain you to death?"
I mean... They haven't met Forge yet, but he's probably not the best idea... But hey, this is a universe in which Reed Richards, Henry Pym and Tony Stark exist...He frowns.
"How m'ah supposed to make something like dat, exactly?"
I'll give him this, he was probably not expecting his perceived 'romantic rival' to offer to help him try to get the girl himself..."From one of any number of high-tech research companies? Skin-tight force fields have any number of applications. You wouldn't even need to tell them what you planned on using it for. But since that hasn't occurred to you to do that… Fine. How about you and me go and visit Anthony Stark and see what he can come up with."
He blinks, his surliness momentarily shocked in abeyance.
Ha! Now that's a good analogy."You plannin' on helping me? Why?"
"Because it's one thing to win a race because you were the better man on the day, and quite another to win it because the other man didn't bother turning up on the day. If I don't help you, I get to spend the rest of my life wondering if Rogue's with me because I'm the best bet out of the handful of people she could be with. And I'd probably be fine with that, actually, but I'm trying to be the bigger man here."
An even better analogy! And one they have a clear example of. Seriously, though, Scott/Jean/Logan is just annoying, but they way they seem to have handled it in the current comics is just worse... Look it up if you want to, but know that it seems way out of character for both men...He hesitates.
"Do you want to turn into Logan? Because this is how you turn into Logan."
I mean, it is true that, in the comics, she does eventually get a handle on her powers. After years of suffering and several cosmic retcon events...The surliness returns, but not quite to the same intensity. Good, he at least recognises that there's a problem.
"Professor think Rogue can learn to control her power."
"Yes. Hopefully. Maybe. Eventually. Frankly, I think Professor Xavier is being too optimistic, but even he doesn't have any idea how long that could take. And you know she's motivated to learn. How long were you expecting her to put her life on hold for?"
As pointed out, he would still have the Mandarin's Ring he looted. I'm sure Tony would be very interested in getting a hold of it, even if it would paint a big target on wherever he ends up storing it...He nods grudgingly.
"You know Stark?"
"Never met the man. But I've got what I think is a piece of alien technology I think he'll trade for his help. Make a decision, Mister LeBeau."
I mean, unless you want to be waiting for a couple of hours while Remy gets a ride... (Seriously, Westchester is at least two hour's drive from New York. They can take day trips down there...)He nods, returning his collapsed staff to its sheath.
"You wanna give Rogue to me, be foolish not to accept."
"That's really not what I'm doing." I rise into the air. "The headquarters of Stark Enterprises is in New York. Can you make your own way, or do you need a lift?"
What, succumb and drain you to death?"
Does that deserve an 'Oh, my'? Because it sure as heck sounds like it. I'm sure it's completely innocent...
Well, you'd think he'd never had a romantic rival before... Seriously, Remy LeBeau is quite the man-child...
even better analogy! And one they have a clear example of. Seriously, though, Scott/Jean/Logan is just annoying, but they way they seem to have handled it in the current comics is just worse... Look it up if you want to, but know that it seems way out of character for both men...
Not the result any of us were expecting, was it? Still, even if he does find something for Rogue, or convince Tony to build it, there's still the matter of her deciding which man she likes more. Who shall it be, I wonder: The Cajun bad boy, or the English gentleman?
I ship it!Well there's your answer, enter a threeway relationship with Rogue and Gambit.
Thank you, corrected.Unless this OL has developed body-snatching, I'm pretty sure that should be 'seen'.
I'm reasonably confident that these are correct.'Once' works better, but 'one' isn't wrong.
Me think it be plural.
Because he's living and working with Mr LeBeau, and therefore their relationship matters as well.I'm kind of perplexed as to how Gambit is a part of this equation.
It's not like he's doing anything to get a technological solution, so why on earth would Paul get a forcefield for him, instead of the obvious choice of getting one directly for Rogue herself?
I mean, if the point is to give Rogue free will in who to pursue a romantic relationship with, wouldn't the obvious choice be to just give her the means to touch anyone, rather than giving her the means to specifically touch one other person?
Feels like getting a forcefield for Gambit would just hang a lampshade on the fact that he could have got one for Rogue and chose not to.
No, Stark had already freed himself at that point. This version of the SI was trying to kill or apprehend the people responsible.This chapter is pure crack. I think Paul was just looking for an excuse to visit... Stark. Wait a minute! Wasn't the last chapter him trying and failing to rescue Stark from the Mandarin?
That was the SI.Was that orange also Paul's instead of just Rogues, due to watching a woman doing what she is doing being very arousing.?
Maxx, you're not allowed multiple accounts on this site.Please let him tackle the Jean situation next?
Logan and Scott just need to fuck each other and they could all be happy together.
I get that relationship drama sells, but it gets ridiculous at times.
It could detect the x-gene, but it wouldn't necessarily detect that she was a shapeshifter.Spending one of these precious alternate universe Paul segments I really like on sparring with Gambit is whatever I guess. Now that I've read it I'd have rather seen something like Mystique comes up to Paul alone while he's shopping or something and turns on the charm and tries to get him alone and when they are Paul says "What do you want, Mystique?" because the ring detected the x-gene and her shifting physiology instantly. And that conversation.
Or Jean could just mind control him gay like she did with Iceman.A fun solution, especially if Gambit is any degree of bisexual (which isn't something I've seen evidence of, but wouldn't be surprised if there were comics hinting at it, considering the history of X-Men comics).
Not yet, but I'll note your interest.I do like these other what ifs. But I would like to go back and see how the Gateway segment continued. Has there been anything more done with that?
I don't know. Logan's got quite a lot of facial hair.Damn, horny teenager burn! Not that he wouldn't mind being in a similar position with Jean...
Thank you, corrected.
Seriously, though, Scott/Jean/Logan is just annoying, but they way they seem to have handled it in the current comics is just worse... Look it up if you want to, but know that it seems way out of character for both men...
In that particular universe, power-suppression devices are practically available at the corner hardware store so it's immersion-shattering that she never snags one.
It's not even fridge logic.
It's.
Just.
Fucking.
Dumb.
Mr Zoat, just to confirm, is this version of the SI the same one that meets up with Magneto to try and wipe out Sublime?