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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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[A long drag on said cigarette as Remy considered how to take that piece of advice, holding it before letting it slowly out of his mouth.] Can't say that be the upliftin' advice I had hoped for, but will take it 'nyways since it be m' first time in space.

Take it ain't to ya tastes then, non? Rather something a bit more solid under foot?

It's less the solid thing and more that I like breathing actual fresh air.

[ But he's right, that wasn't very helpful. So: ]

Has anyone explained the whole reality show thing, yet?

[That... was a really good point.] So... kinda like bein' stuck in recycled airplane air. Great, that's always murder on the skin.

Uh, [A scratch at his head as he stretched in his seat, already feeling like he was sitting down for too long and feeling the need to move about.] I'm gettin' bits 'nd pieces as they get brought up, for what 'nformation there actually be available. Over all, as far as prisons go, sounds like it could be worse.

Yep! Stock up on the skincare products while you can.

[ She nods in agreement. ]

Not as bad as some places, sure. I'd call it more annoying than dangerous.

Guessin' it be a sense of 'would love to visit on holiday, but don't wanna live here' kind of annoyin', with no obvious exit to get the hell out of here.

'nd I can certainly appreciate the lack of danger, [It beat being sent to war for their alien overlords as the last place had done.] Provided there be at least some kind of thrill to be had. Too much safety can be plain borin'.

Yeah, I guess that's a decent way of putting it.

[ Aside from the occasional alien fleet trying to blow you up. But it's occasional, really! ]

Uh, that depends on what exactly you'd consider a thrill.

Ah, ya know, the occasional drink, a game of cards now 'nd then, maybe a few words to start a bar fight then hidin' behind the counter with a bottle of something good as everyone else tears the place apart, typical stuff.

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