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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[Huh. That could be pretty much anyone from their giant universe, though Shawn doesn't want to push his luck by asking about her specifically...]

Hey, you're always welcome to crash on my ship if she ever gets that annoyed. 'Course, you'd have to get all shuffled in first, and that could take like up to a week - but I know, man. Grumpy girls are hard to deal with.

Tell ya what, if I end up on Rogue's ship 'll take ya up on that, otherwise I don't think I would survive the day, let 'long 'nything beyond that. Short of me sneakin' some of the coffee out of here to pacify her with.

[A bit of a sigh as Remy shifted in his seat, adjusting in his seat to get comfortable again.] A week, hein? Guess should make the most of it, or get crazy bored durin' the wait.

[There is a long, long pause where Shawn ducks out of view of the camera because Rogue? OF COURSE, it figures the Rogue Remy knows has way better hair than the girl Shawn's used to seeing on TV.]

Sure. [He says, when he's sure he's no longer grinning like a loon!] You're always welcome.

It kinda depends on when you get in. I got shuffled in in like, a day, but some poor saps had to wait a week. Take all the food from there that you can, though - it doesn't get any better.

[Remy raised a brow as Shawn quickly ducked out of view, confused at first before his brain turning over what the hell had happened and it settled on an answer as he sat back and waited for the boy to compose himself. This was going to take some getting use to, no one back at Luceti knew of him outside of those from his universe. This, this was something completely different.

But at least the kid seemed nice enough.

As Shawn returned to screen, Remy shot him a smirk before commenting,] Better? [And continued on like it hadn't happened.] Ya know, that don't 'nvoke much confidence in this place. 'm a Southern boy, we live for food 'nd ya go tellin' me that, [He made a tsking sound.] Breakin' m' heart.

Much.

[He feels like he should be more embarrassed about the fanboying than he is, but dangit, Remy is his FAVORITE for a reason.] Hey, if you make friends with the good cooks around here, you'll be set - but me? You seriously don't want my cooking.

Ahh, just means ya need to learn, that all. Ain't to hard to get started, just takes practice 'nd learnin' from mistakes, 'nd a good teacher helps. [Then again, this was all said without Remy really knowing how the kitchen situation was set up on the ships.]

Tell ya what, lets see where I get shipped off to 'nd can see if I can throw a few tips ya way, if ya be half 'nterested in learnin' to cook that is.

[He sits up a little straighter.] Are you sure? I'd be totally up for it, no questions asked. There's automatic food dispensers, and while that's kind of the coolest thing... it gets a little old sometimes.

I just uh, I wouldn't want to bug you about it.

'No questions asked', merde, I ain't askin' ya to raid a place or go on a job with me. [A bit of a chuckle before Remy continued.] It just cookin'.

Look, let me get a decent look at what we dealin' with day to day then will see if I can fulfill that promise. Might not have a clue how to run 'ny of the things when I get there.

Just "cooking" is a bit harder than most of the jobs I've had. [And he actually did work for the mafia that one time.]

Sure. You'll figure it out, but I'm not kidding when I'm saying you should enjoy the Marsiva while you can. It gets a whole lot smaller from here. That's kind of all I've got, but uh - it really is good meeting you, Remy.

I promise I won't tell anyone, either.

[Remy gave Shawn a salute with that.] Yes sir, will do. [Joking aside he smiled back.] Thanks, good to meet ya too.

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