1st shuffle, 2nd deal

[cajunspice]

Who: Remy and open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva.
When: Until ship placement.

[This was not his bunk, and he was not getting woken up in the manner he normally did; which was three hungry kitten voices complaining Remy hadn’t gotten up early enough to feed them. It was rather nice actually, getting to sleep in a bit without the sounds of others moving around the ship or pets bouncing around outside his door and running up and down the halls. Though if he thought about it, Remy would think it was all too quiet…

Peeking an eye open and letting it search around, he quickly recognized this as not his room on the Wonderduck, or Kirk’s on the Tourist. It was a room he hadn’t seen for quite some time; the Marsiva, and that, that didn’t make sense. Pushing himself upright to sit on the bunch, he ran a hand through his hair to try and move it into something resembling neatness while his other went searching for his com. Giving into his vanity and taking a moment to make sure he was semi presentable, he hit the buttons to send out a video.]

So, did I miss a notice or something ‘bout us switching up ships? Would be nice if they gave us some warnin’ rather than movin’ us ‘round places. Also ‘ssume m’ three brats be stored ‘way somewhere safe, guessin’ the pet clinic on here. 'til I know what's goin' on, think will be makin' most of the coffee on board.

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[passingthrough]

[It's been a hard few weeks of losing people, so getting some people back? Doesn't suck. I mean, you know, captives of mysterious overlords yadda yadda. It's not the best, but still, she's taking the win.]

I guess this means you remember me. [She smiles at him.]

[cajunspice]

Not the kitty I was referrin' to, but ya a welcome sight none the less. [That normal, charming grin in place as he spoke to her.] 'nd why would I forget ya, only saw ya the other day, petite. [Months away? He has no clue what you're talking about, what do you mean?]

[passingthrough]

For the record, you requesting "three brats" is not why I thought you remembered me. Or it partially is but only because it meant you remembered this place.

And it's been months. Hence the Marsiva and not your regular bed.

[cajunspice]

[Wait, no, what? That didn't make sense, Remy remembers yesterday, his normal routine on the Wonderduck, heading out to work, chatting with his friends while he was working behind the bar. But then again...] I was in a coma? [He had seen others fall into it, get knocked out for a couple of weeks or so, but they normally stayed in their ship.] Or I was gone?

[Or more importantly.] How long was I gone?

[passingthrough]

Gone.

Months wasn't good enough for you? I'm not sure exactly. It was before a lot of people disappeared more or less together. Like most of the other mutants. It's just Kurt and Laura now. And us.

What's the last system you remember?

[cajunspice]

...yeah? Charles 'nd Hank 'nd them too? [That was unfortunate, and a little sad to have the mutant numbers drop on the Fleet.

Shaking himself out of those thoughts, Remy answered.] That hotel planet thing, just after Christmas.

[passingthrough]

Them too. [It was especially hard losing Erik and Hank for her.]

Mm...that was a long time ago. It's June 8th now. We just left an asteroid belt. We're drifting.

[cajunspice]

Half a year... [Wow, just... wow.] Missed m' birthday. [He mumbled, mostly to himself before giving a sigh.] Then again, don't mind puttin' off agin' for 'nother year. [Did it work like that? Eh, didn't really matter.]

However long it be, glad to be back.

[Then.] I bet I lost all my stuff I had... [Damn, he would have to find a new coat. And cards.]

[passingthrough]

[She still doesn't know. She celebrated the day of her birth and the day she would mathematically turn another year older last year, but considering she's pretty sure time moved differently in the prison, but she's not sure how differently she might just make it one this year.]

It's good to have you back. I was starting to think people only went one way here. [She'd seen others return but it hadn't been anyone she was very close to.]

Check with Kirk. If anyone kept things it was probably him. [She remembers how sad he seemed when Remy left.]

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[candothat]

You have been here before and you remember it?

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[cajunspice]

That I be, 'nd that I do. [There was a bit of a shrug to go along with Remy's answer.] Seen it before in others, some come back with memories of this place, some don't. Some even come back with new memories of home, like they got thrown back 'nto their worlds for a bit before bein' whisked back here.

For me, it's just like I went to sleep last night on the Duck 'nd woke up this mornin' here. Don't feel like 've been gone a day, let 'lone months.

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[candothat]

This is good to know, thank you. I wasn't certain that this place was similar to other prisons in that respect.

Ah--but I'm sorry that it happened to you. It is a confusing thing to experience.

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[cajunspice]

Hopefully nothin' a couple of hard drinks will solve. [Hopefully. A lot could change in a few months on the Fleet, people leave and new ones join, planets visited. It would take some time for him to catch back up on everything.]

So ya part of the 'multiple abduction' club too, hein? Had never guessed when started this all be so much out there, or I guess more a case of how many bored aliens there be out there that they need to steal people from different worlds.

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[candothat]

And what hard drinks fail to solve, they will make more bearable.

I am, yes. [Does this club have meetings? Shirts? A handshake? Please let there be a handshake.] What surprises me, more than the apparent number of bored alien captors, is that beings with the technological capacity to abduct people from any number of universes would have nothing better to do than watch us fly around space. If I was them, I think that I would find us boring.

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[cajunspice]

Yeah, a good point... then again, don't seem that different to humans, usin' us as entertainment for their tv or whatever it equal to. Merde, we got shows 'bout animals 'nd the like, let 'lone reality tv shows, seems 'bout the same, just on a bigger scale.

[Also, he's been as rude longer than he should be, his Tante would not approve.] Name's Remy LeBeau, by the way, nice to meet ya.

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[candothat]

Are the people on reality shows traditionally held captive against their wills? [This is a real, sincere question. He's still learning about the genre.]

It's good to meet you also, Remy LeBeau. I'm Pavel Andreievich Chekov.

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[cajunspice]

Only via contracts, [Funny? Sure. Understandable by others in different worlds? Maybe not so much.] But for the most, non, don't think so.

[Though Remy couldn't help the fraction of surprise that flashed over his face before he shoved it away, easily recognizing that name and shoving his inner Star Trek fanboy away. Chekov. And not Walter Koenig. So, did that mean...] Goin' to take a guess here but, ya wouldn't happen to know a Jim Kirk, would ya? [That was assuming Jim was still here, on the Fleet...

That was a very sad thought if he wasn't.]

Video

[ecclesiophobic]

..Remy?

[Kurt had been prepared to harden his heart and fill a stranger with a familiar face in about where they were and who he was (not the man you know)--and then Remy mentions the ships, asks about his cats.

They don't come back, do they?]

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[cajunspice]

Hey Bleu, miss me? [Humor, humor was always the first way to deal with anything, serious or not. Much easier to laugh at a situation than let it get to you.]

Video

[ecclesiophobic]

Yes, you son of a-- [And then he's off, calling Remy everything he can think of, in a creative mix of English, German, and a smattering of French with an accent that he learned from Remy himself--his world's Remy, that is.]

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[cajunspice]

[Remy's brows shot up at the first barrage of words shot his way, surprised by the strength behind them and the variety, only picking up a handful of the German ones, before his smile returned. It widened into a grin as Kurt continued, then into a chuckle at the steady stream of insults, a happy and warm rumble of a sound as he waited for a gap in the onslaught.]

Ahh cher, ya know how to make a homme feel real welcomed, I love ya too. [And even if it hadn't felt like it had been months for him, Remy did really appreciate it, even offering a small token towards that thought.] Glad to be back.

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[ecclesiophobic]

You're a bastard, LeBeau. [Which he'd just finished saying in multiple and inventive ways. Hearing Remy laugh again made something in his chest twist, which is what he intends to blame for the pained look that flashes across his face.

He came back. Kitty's the only person he's ever lost to come back.] ..Have you talked to Kitty?

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[cajunspice]

Ya have no proof of that, neither do I, but ya don't. [Joking and stuff was a great way to deal with all of this but that look it caused on Kurt, it softened that need to kid around, sobering Remy's tone.]

Yeah, yeah, I have. Am glad to see ya both be still 'round. [Considering who had gone. The mutant population of the Fleet had certainly dropped since Remy had been gone.]

Re: Video

[ecclesiophobic]

Ja. [Yes it had, and once again Kurt had lost people he considered family. That they were gone to a better world that was not a saccharine euphemism was the only thing that kept him from howling in pain and regret; but it had been better to keep his distance, hadn't it? Raven had been so young and Erik..

He wished he'd told Erik he forgave him, and to hell with what kind of amoral monster that made him.] When you get off that ship, you're getting a hug. [And because he's Kurt, of course it comes out like a threat.]

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[cajunspice]

[Maybe it did, but Remy was well use to that tone from his family, Rogue having turned it on him once or twice in the past.] I think I can take that as a welcomin' party back.

I got a lot to catch back up on. [Both events that had been and those people who were still around. Remy had sorted out quite a normal schedule despite how bizarre this all was; he had work, friends, pets. It was nice to have something normal to grab onto with what they were doing.] But goin' to be annoyed if I missed out on 'nything too good at some of our stops.