driftfleet | 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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[...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.]

Nah, I got one of those 'lready, she be at ho- [What? No! Just NO! What the hell brain, where did that come from?!

Ok, Remy could understand where it came from. It was their usual banter, it was something comforting and normal in a not so normal place, but that, THAT of all things to say?! WHAT? ~~Even if the whole ball and chain joke would had been funny~~ NO! No one should know about that! Even Rogue! Even if Rogue was easy to talk to, and joke with, and was able to knock some sense into him and try and make him improve without completely making him feel like he had to hide away from her...

NO!

There was a very long and very awkward pause, before Remy cleared his throat.] Ya heard nothin'.

[...

...

...

Okay, WHAT?]

...okaaaay.

[This. Is never going to go away. She might be letting you off the hook now, but you have to know, this is never, ever going to go away.]

...oh hey, look. It's a shootin' star.

[Yup. She did just sure hand you the lamest change in topic ever. Just giftwrapped, just for you.

Because she's not sure she wants to know what you were actually about to say. She's not sure she wants to go that deeply where she isn't wanted. And she's not sure this is the time or place even if she did.]

Ah... yeah, so it is! [Yup, things certainly had just gone... well...]

Ah, so... [Remy quickly threw in a stretch, it rather forced as he really was lacking the brain power to even pull it off as a natural movement, still too caught up in the STUPID THING HE HAD JUST SAID.] Ya know, long day, lot to take in, think I might go 'nd have some R 'nd R 'nd get my brain 'round it all. [He also might be talking a little on the fast side.]

[...and so we have reached the 'It is better to fight and run away, then live to fight another day' portion of our programming, is that it?

Rogue is all for it. She does not want to tread these awkward waters when things between them are already so... awkward.]

Yeah, okay. I'll catch up with ya later, then. Let me know what ship ya end up on.

[NOT THAT SHE REALLY CARES or anything, you watch your response, Remy LeBeau, she can and will respond with nukes now.]

Yeah, sure. Have fun with ya... herba, zorse, whatever... thing. [Yup, smooth, real smooth.

Remy managed the effort to give a bit of a wave to her.] See ya Rogue.

See ya.

[Simple and... huh. He was here.

...she should let him know about Kurt.

THAT'LL be fun.

Ugh, let's go... get a drink or something.]

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