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1st Shuffle

Who: Remy LeBeau and open
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: on the Marsiva
When: 4th October

[For those paying attention to the feed going out from the Marsiva they would see a new arrival waking up, moving around the bunk areas and into the other rooms as he became more aware of his surroundings. It was several minutes of scanning the available areas, checking his winter attire clothing for his possessions, and just making sure he had all his limbs and a pulse, Remy moved into the Hospitality Deck.

A few moments of curious button pushing and tinkering with items in the room brought his attention to what he guessed as some sort of communication system. It was here any new viewers or those that had stuck around would find him. His coat that he had woken wearing was now draped neatly over the seat next to him, the long sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows as he lit a cigarette with a charge of his powers.

He had found the mostly full packet of cigarettes still stowed safely away in his coat, along with his cards and a few other items (no bo staff or knives though), and Remy inhaled deeply before moving to hold it between his fingers and looking directly at what he was pretty sure was the camera before letting out a stream of smoke from between his lips.]

So, comin’ to one of two conclusions. One, I have the feelin’ ‘ve just fallen deeper down the rabbit hole, not that I thought that was possible, or two… ‘m dead. ‘nd if I am, gotta say, hell be a lot cooler than I thought it would be, ‘nd lot less painful ‘nd less demony. So this might be purgatory. Knew I should had paid more attention in church as a kid.

[A pause as he rubbed his thumb against an eyebrow, pushing back any real concern or worry until he knew what the hell was happening.] Ah, ‘ssumin’ ‘m not just talkin’ to m’self, ‘m Remy LeBeau, ya might know me as Gambit, or not. Uh… hi, I guess.

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I'm callin' it a zeorse. 'cause it ain't quite a zebra an' it ain't quite a horse.

[Yes, this is clearly the important thing.

And then, after a moment and because fair is fair, she brushes her hair to the side and shows him her own augment - it's toward the back of her neck, but he should still see the lump.]

They might be lyin', but it's the same lie they're tellin' all of us. We even get paid for bein' on it.

[Believe it or not.]

[A very visible blink as Remy took that in, the information leaking through as she said that to confirm what Rogue had said.] A currency, huh? [Currency meant value, value meant want, want meant someone was always willing to pay for something someone else had, meaning there was a need for a thief. Or at least enough for him to scrape by at first by borrowing off others if needed.]

'nd here I was gettin' use to bein' a freeloader.

[Oh, she can almost see the wheels turning in his mind. Rogue can't help it - much as she disapproves of his general professional, it was just so familiar and welcome in its familiarity -- and so entirely Remy -- she can't help but smirk.

She really can't.]

Sure ya were. [Pause a beat, and then sobering slightly - Luceti yes, but which one?] Mind if I ask - what's the last thing ya remember?

[Prooooooobably should have made this private. He could make up anything and she wouldn't know. But she didn't think - didn't think he'd do that to her.]

That be a rather good question for both of us, ya know. Not that ya had the same repeat performances as I had, but still... good to know what page we both on.

Ah, [A rather sheepish look as he scratched the back of his head, pausing before answering and realizing he didn't want to make the same opening mistake twice. He had outed stuff about Rogue the time he had came to Luceti, no need to do that again here.] Donno if there is a private option for this system so let's keep it vague 'nough to say... I don't remember all of the last time we talked, 'cause I was pretty wasted 'nd was kinda actin' like a five year old. But at least we got formal 'ntroductions covered finally? [Hopefully that meant enough for her as it did him.]

[Private! Oh, that was a good idea.] No, it's got one of those things, just -- gimme a sec...

[The video slants as Rogue begins to examine her communicator -- she KNOWS it's her somewhere, where -- a random button turns it to text, cutting off the feed momentarily before it turns to private video.]

There we go.

[Tilting the communicator up so he can see her face again, she gives him a small smile.] Hey, Remy.

[Yeah. She remembers. And oddly? Despite everything? It's... really, really good to see you. She lets that reflect in her face for a moment, lets the greeting stand on its own.]

Cherie, [It said in equally a warm tone as he had said her name before, when he had realized it was a Rogue he may know.] Takin' a guess of what ya done... will work on m' end as well, since I have no real clue how to work this all yet?

[Remy tapped a finger to his head.] Kinda tricklin' in but, ya know, shovin' lot of 'nfo in there at once, kinda just a big mess before I can work out what's worth keepin' or not- [Before the use of his name finally hit him and he paused in his on going talking to actually look at her. Then smiled.]

Ah, so then, huh? ...Or later. Or before he, I, was an ass. Ya know, it all just confusin' merde even with bein' out of that place now.

Yeah, it should work. [As best as she knew, anyway. And if not, at least she tried, and couldn't get too mad at him 'cause, well. She tried.

She gave a quiet laugh in response to his question.] Ya seriously askin' me ta pick out which time ya acted like an ass as a point of reference?

[A brief smile.] A bit after our 'formal introduction.' It's all kinda blurry in terms of time, though.

I know, ya got so many to choose from. [Remy fell quiet again as she gave a reference point, easy enough to place since it had really been the last time he had talked to her. It hadn't been the smoothest of talks, even if they had worked it out in the end.

Also, Remy hadn't be lying when he said he didn't remember it all, he had gone through a bit of alcohol that night.] Yeah, sounds 'bout same for me, a month or so down the line when had a whole bunch of folks showin' back up, a lot who had been there before too.

This be all so messed up, does it mean we head back to Luceti once we get out of this place? Merde, how long ya even been here cherie?

'bout... three months, I reckon. Tony showed up for a little while after, didn't stay long. Pepper's still here. That's... it for Luceti.

[And as to where they went from here, she had no idea.] Some parts of it are better, some parts are worse.

[It was what it was.]

Three months? Mon Dieu this time travelin' stuff be hard to keep up with. [There was little point in trying to, all it ended up doing was giving him a headache.

Remy did smile however at the mention of Tony Stark, knowing of the man from their world.] Ah, I never did get m' drink with him when he showed up. Have always been meanin' to meet the man, love his work.

[...oh, he'd never met Tony? That was... huh.

You'd think she'd be used to that, but she had such a vivid memory of 'him' pulling her out of the cave-in Tony had caused. She thought he'd known what Tony had meant to her... probably better this way. Rogue didn't deal with with pity.]

Good thing he's not around ta hear ya say that. His head was already big enough.

Yeah, 'nd here I would hate for ya to have to put up with two of us like that. [Taking the mostly finished cigarette out from between his lips, Remy threw a charge into the butt of it before flicking it away into the air to go off with a 'pop'. It turned more into a mini 'boom' than he had intended it to, half ducking in case it did cause a bigger explosion than planned before he slowly returned to his previous seat.]

...gotta get use to no power cap. [He was feeling a little too hyped up now, without any restrictions on the energy he was producing. All that training with Jean better pay off otherwise their hosts were about to put a living bomb into an enclosed space. Not a smart idea.]

[...okay. That was a pretty big boom. Rogue frowned lightly.] Told ya not ta do that. No knowin' how long you'll be on that ship, an' ya ain't gonna get more than what ya have.

[Wasting cigarettes when she knew how cranky their lack would make him was just not smart.]

Yes Mom, it was just one. I think I deserved a full one for takin' this all in since there be no drink 'bout. [That was a bit of a concern however, Remy hated to go without a nicotine fix. He could do it, he had to previously on long flights around the world... but he didn't cope well without it in his system.]

Please tell me they at least got coffee here.

[Rogue scowled.] Don't call me 'mom.'

[Yes, that is important right now. And...]

...depends how good of a kitchen ya got where you're stationed. There'll be some on the Marsiva, at least. Drink up. No knowin' where you'll be stationed.

Well don't act like one then. [Remy paused and rubbed his fingers over his eyes as he chuckled.] Merde, 'm not even here a day 'nd 'm already actin' like a brat 'nd trying to 'nnoy ya. Ya goin' to end up killin' me if we end up on the same ship.

[Rogue rolled her eyes at him.

...although the thought of him on the Vanquish kind of was horrifying.]

Nah, ya wouldn't be there long enough. [A quick flash of a grin.] 'cause either you'd transfer in a week, or I'd push ya out an airlock.

[A chuckle and shake of his head. Yes, he could see that happening.]

Yeah, got the feelin' I wouldn't be able to hang on this time, but ya makin' it a bit of a habit, ya know. Need to spice it up cherie, try new things, not just goin' back to the classics.

[...heh. Rogue grins.]

I like the classics. Fred an' Ginger. Bonnie an' Clyde. Kirk an' Spock... they've got a certain flare.

[Remy raised a brow at that.] Are ya comparin' or callin' us classics like them? [Because that would be... interesting, to say the least.]

Woah, check your ego at the door, hot shot. I was just sayin' that there's somethin' ta be enjoyed about the classics. [Pause a beat. Smirk.] Like throwin' you off a train.

[Or out an airlock.]

[Remy's earlier chuckles turned into a laugh with that.]

Yeah, but 'm pretty sure I won that, bein' that I didn't end up a red splat on the train tracks.

'cause you would have blown us right off the tracks.

[...why are they even talking about this?]

Why are we even talkin' about this?

[Shouldn't there be important, world information stuff they should be discussing or something?]

'lways more comfortable to talk 'bout stuff ya know,

[Also, and possible a little deeper, even without meaning it to turn that way.] 'nd with someone ya know 'nd have some history with. [Remy offered a shrug of his shoulder after that.] 'nd ya know, kinda nice considerin' once again got the whole world tipped upside down, 'nd yet again ya actin' as an anchor for me... 'ppreciate it.

[A quick smile.] Yup, that's me. A weight around your ankle.

[She drops her voice into a mock drawl, very Southern Belle, very exaggerated.] Why, don't ya just say the sweetest things.

[Best way to handle a compliment was to ignore it or turn it into a tease.]

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