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[Luceti] 1st Shuffle [Accidental voice/video]

[The sound of paper rippled violently in the air was combined with the hollow thuds of something light and small impacting against wood, the image on the camera violently being thrown around at random angles before it landed facing upwards towards the sky. Strands of grass loomed over the view of a tall tree, the camera looking upwards into its branches, as the sound of a voice was close by. A very annoyed and pained voice.

Quickly following behind the journal was the sound of something much larger and heavily falling from the tree branches, hitting quite a few as it dropped. This was the source of the voice, which was now letting out a constant string of curse words in French and grunts of pain. The figure managed to grab hold of one or two limbs during its decent, but was unable to stop the fall, as it finally landed heavily next to the open journal.

At first there was no movement from the person, the only motion visible from that of wind’s moment of the plant life. A groan and the appearance of an arm that partially covered the camera proved the man was still alive, along with a mumble.]

“Merde… Remy, no more drinkin’.”

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[Having been walking for awhile since his sudden decent into Luceti, the forest was clearing to reveal the town which... god, he was stuck in another hick town. And he thought Bayville was bad. He may as well try the bar Rogue talked about, maybe be able to scam a drink or two out of someone since he had no money on him. The trek through town was interesting, it gave him a starting picture of what the the area looked like. Remy hadn't even begun to figure out what he was going to do when night came, without a place to sleep or money to support himself. He would wing it, see what happened, as normal.]

[Avoiding to elude too much attention from others, or get into a conversation with someone he didn't know, Remy eventually sauntered his way up into the bar, pushing that half hour limit Rogue had originally given him. He was looking a little worse for wear but not showing that it bothered him. He would need to grab something to clean up the scratches, didn't want anything getting infected. Ha! The last thing he needed. Abducted by alien mad scientists. Losing a chunk of memory. And in the middle of who the hell knows where with no one he trusted. Great times.]

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[She rolled her eyes.] Yeah, you really know how to show a gal a good time.

[She suddenly felt entirely justified in her instinctive response; she'd probably have to go through this with every new version of him she met. It was nothing to him, to use her like that. It hadn't been nothing to her.

But sometimes circumstances made a difference, when it came to offering a second chance.]

[Remy had the feeling he was about to lose his free drink.] 'nd what 'xactly were ya goin' to do if I hadn't shown up, hein? Ya were makin' a break for freedom anyways. This way, ya got to play ya good little X-Man self 'nd help moi out, 'nd ya got to prove to yaself ya little family cared enough to come after ya. [Unlike his.]

Ya may not liked my methods Rogue, mais I think ya be worse off with the alternative. Miserable 'nd feelin' locked up in that house, or off somewhere who knows where tryin' to prove ya can solo it.

[It wasn't nothing, it meant a lot that she decided still to help him after what he did. She was clearly a much better person than he was and Remy would always be grateful she had been there to save his ass. God knows what would had happened if Rogue hadn't stepped back in when she did. He and Jean-Luc would most likely be six feet under by now. Hell! Who was he kidding? The Assassins would had just thrown their bodies to the 'gators, they would had just vanished.]

Donno how long ya been here cherie, mais maybe time to get of tha high horse of yas.

[Rogue's eyes widened in surprise at his response -- she had been retreading old ground, treating him like he was new, and not expecting such an impassioned defense of his actions. Especially not to what she considered a mild jibe about how little fun had been had in New Orleans. That told her two things:

1) It wasn't nothing to him, like she'd thought.
2) Gambit was an absolute ass. This was public, and these were not things she wanted known, and oh Gawd, now she was going to have to explain this to Loki, and probably to Tony, and it would only look worse if she slapped a filter on it now, damn him.

...3) 'High horse' her ass.]

We don't know a damn thing about what I would have chosen. [Her tone was... okay, yes. It was a little angry. But it was more firm than hollaring.] I told you then to save it, that you'd done the right thing for the wrong reason. I haven't changed my mind. [She'd been willing to move on, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to refer to it when he started talking about messing with minds or that she wouldn't try to get a read on him for what had happened... Gawd knows why, but it all still stung. Maybe it was because he didn't remember, so she'd started with what she knew. And then he had to go and twist it.] But don't you pretend to me like that was, for one minute, about me. You wanna move on from there, actin' like it was some big act of charity sure as hell ain't the way to do it.

[And you know what? Book slam. Because screw you and talking to you over a public network anyway.

...but you know what else? She's going to be at the Good Spirits anyway. Because there was an unfinished conversation and she'd promised him a drink, and Rogue did keep her promises. And because there's something about him... he might not have been packed in a box and left at her shop door this time, but Rogue still felt responsible to make sure he was up on his feet here, or at least point him in the right direction. So if Remy makes it to the bar within a half hour of this conversation, Rogue will be there nursing a Pepsi.]

[Remy had to laugh. Rogue was right, he was an ass, but in his defense he had no idea that these conversations could be seen by others. Ah well, the sooner people realized he was a jerk, the easier it was to keep going through life, no one to rely on him then. Ah well, her slamming the book close was for the best as he really didn't want to go into it much more either.]

[In saying that, he had been walking for awhile, and the forest was clearing to reveal the town which... god, he was stuck in another hick town. And he thought Bayville was bad. He may as well try the bar Rogue talked about, maybe be able to scam a drink or two out of someone since he had no money on him. The trek through town was interesting, it gave him a starting picture of what the the area looked like. Remy hadn't even begun to figure out what he was going to do when night came, without a place to sleep or money to support himself. He would wing it, see what happened, as normal.]

[Avoiding to elude too much attention from others, or get into a conversation with someone he didn't know, Remy eventually sauntered his way up into the bar, pushing that half hour limit Rogue had originally given him. He was looking a little worse for wear but not showing that it bothered him. He would need to grab something to clean up the scratches, didn't want anything getting infected. Ha! The last thing he needed. Abducted by alien mad scientists. Losing a chunk of memory. And in the middle of who the hell knows where with no one he trusted. Great times.]

[Rogue was debating leaving the bar. After all, she had no plans on waiting around for him all night, and she now had no reason to think he'd be showing up, considering the way their conversation had ended. She wasn't even sure why she was waiting for him. But she was.

The door opened behind her and Rogue turned. Gambit. And she still had no idea what she was doing. Great. Oh well, time to play it cool.

She turned all the way around and rested her elbows on the bar behind her in a pose that would probably allow Gambit to catalogue all the differences these past three years had made. She gave him a wry shake of her head and a small quirk of her lips as if to say: Let's just start over.]

Look what the cat dragged in.

[Well look at that, she was a woman of her word and... certainly more a woman than the last time he saw her. Just how long had she been stuck in this place? The journal image did not do her justice.] Surprised ya still here, after that little show.

[Making his way towards her, Remy took the time to give her a decent once over. This was not the sulky little teen he had gotten to know in New Orleans, no longer hiding behind that thick mask of make up or hunched over poses to try and protect her from the world. Sure, the anger and attitude was still there, but this was not that same old Rogue.]

[Remy let out a weary chuckle before offering her a smile.] Ya ain't the Rogue from Bayville.

[Well. She certainly felt that perusal like a touch. The fact that she responded to it annoyed her. She was a taken woman. Very, very taken. But she was also alive. And Gambit was shirtless (if a little worse for wear). She decided to cut herself some slack.]

'Course not. [She gave him a small smile.] You know I've always been from Mississippi.

[It was a bad joke, but a bad joke was better than no joke, and Rogue needed to say something to ground herself in the middle of her conflicted motivations. She tilted her head to the bar stool beside her.] Have a seat.

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[Another laugh got loose from him with her joke. Bad, but it was good to break the tension, so he could appreciate it. God knows he always did the same. Better to laugh then deal with anything too seriously.] Merci

[Getting himself situated on the seat next to her, Remy crossed his arms to lean forward on the bar.] What's good here? [Hopefully something strong.]

[Rogue swung back around, her movements deliberately casual. She felt a little jumpy and she kind of hated the explaining part. She told herself to just... concentrate on what joy she could get out of this and what needed to be done, but it was kind of hard to do while he was half naked next to her.]

I hear the Romulan Ale is strong enough ta make Wolverine drunk. But the bartenders tend ta keep that stuff locked away. [She waved the bartender over.] Why don't you start out with a bourbon. You're gonna need some brain cells left in there ta hear what I've gotta say.

[Welcome to Mayberry.]

[Any comment regarding the ale was cut short as Rogue brought up the situation. Dropping his face into his hands, Remy vigorously rubbed his palms against his face and sighed.] Rather just get drunk 'nd let future me worry 'bout it. [But that wasn't a smart move.]

Ok, give me the basics, worry 'bout rest later. Got aliens, half-assed powers, prisoners of this place. What else?

The basics are kinda complicated. [Rogue brought up one hand to her forehead and massaged her temple for a moment, before asking the barkeeper to add some whiskey to her Pepsi. She might as well have a little comfort for telling these stories, even if it was only Southern Comfort.]

The world's some kind of sinkhole. It pulls people from all kindsa worlds and all kind of places. Some of them will be from worlds that leaked into ours in things like comic books an' TV shows and I wouldn't mention it to them -- they get sensitive.

[That's a rabbit trail, but it's too late now. Where was she going with this again? She is so terrible at explaining this place.]

So the whole parallel universes merde be true? [Yup, he needs a drink for this. Raising a hand to motion to the bartender.] Double bourbon 'nd coke.

'nd for some reason, we all get wings out of this. [Remy glanced back at his own as he said this, eyeing them with contempt before taking a curious glance at her own back.]

Yeah. [To both questions.] You'd best watch 'em. They'll be sore for a couple of days, but you don't wanna get them injured. [She gave an imperceptible shudder.] Trust me on that one.

Pretty sure don't want to get any part of me injured. [Remy shot a grin in her direction as he moved to rest his chin in one hand, his elbow now propped up on the bar top.]

Ok. So... we're here to be, what? Observed? ...experimented on? [He made a face at the last comment, really hoping it wasn't true.]

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[Rogue tugged a little on the fine gold chain around her neck. The large emerald pendant that hung from it was currently tucked inside her shirt, but talking about experimentation made her want the physical comfort of holding it. She tugged it out of her relatively (for her) modest neckline and rolled it between her fingers.]

That's why they keep us in the enclosures. There are a whole bunch of them. Just about everyone with this world with small wings was yanked in here at one point or another; big wings mean they were born here. There's a whole story there too but for now -- experiments. The official story is that they're tryin' to master the 'Shifts' that brought us here, but I think they're just sick in the head. Don't worry, though - they're not usually the kind that put you on the lab table. It's been things like... thought bubbles, or love experiments, or... makin' us think we're someone else.

[It wasn't exactly comforting, but she knew what mutants thought of when they heard experimentation. She thought it was important that he knew it wasn't usually like that. Not unless the Rogue Malnosso got you.]

Donno if that be better or worst, chere. [Love experiments? Altering how someone thought? Those were far scarier than having a limb hacked off or chunks taken out of a body. Sure, the idea of anything happening to mean Remy couldn't do his job or use his powers was something he did not want to think about, but to be forced to be some he wasn't or be with someone he didn't want to be stuck with was worse.]

[He switch topics, deciding to move on.] And these? [He held up the journal that had fallen to earth with him.]

[Rogue shrugged. It was what it was.]

They're gifts from the Malnosso. They go back for as long as the enclosure has been here. We can use 'em to talk, but they're public channels. If you wanna single in on someone, you have to make a filter. I bet you'll get the basics pretty soon.

So it like a cellphone or broadcastin' device? [Whatever it was, it was great technology! Wait. Public? Ah merde...]

Ah cherie, I didn't mean to call ya out for others to hear. [Well, he just felt like crap now. He had no problem doing it one on one to her, but not for others to pick up and see.]

[Rogue let the emerald pendent she had been messing with drop back down to her chest, but didn't bother tucking it back in. Her gaze sharpened on him when he - sort of - apologized. And oddly enough, she believed him.

Huh.]

I don't like my private business bein' spread out for everyone to see. [She sighed a little.] But seein' as it's not like you knew what you were doin', I think I can let this one go.

[She glanced away from him, straight ahead.] Sometimes the circumstances make a difference. An' that was a long time ago for me.

[And of course, she's only talking about him blurting that out over a public broadcast.]

[Still, no one liked their darkest thoughts and past moments aired for all to see, he knows he wouldn't.] Will have to owe ya a drink, or two, to make up for it, once I get on my feet 'nd get a few dollar to my name here.

[The worst of it would be explaining it to Loki, she thought, and she knew him. She knew she'd have to. Rogue took another sip of her drink and then shook her head a little. What was done was done.

She gave Gambit a sidelong look.]

You might wanna get a shirt an' a proper set of pants first.

[Glancing down at himself, Remy shrugged off the comment as he picked up the drink that had arrived for him, taking a large mouthful and feeling a kick of the alcohol against his tongue before speaking.

Ya the second person so far to criticize my fashion. For all ya know, I could be goin' for a whole new look.

[Rogue allowed her gaze to follow his, flickering over his chest.]

It'd be a cold one. [She observed and then took a small sip of her whiskey and soda.] And you wouldn't stand out for long. That's standard gear for male New Feathers.

[She slipped one hand in her pocket.] Chances are, some of your clothes an' things might follow you. You'd best check the clothin' shop for your coat after this, an' the smithy might have your bo. In the meantime...

[She withdrew the deck of cards she lifted from her shop on the way here and set the pack down on the bar between them. True, everything Gambit touched would turn into a weapon, but she thought he might feel better on his own here with the kind he was most familiar. Like havin' 52 explosives tucked into one little pocket. And since it seemed he was being reasonable, she was going to give him this in good faith. She didn't think he'd be trying to blow up her hand again any time soon. He was smart enough to know what being in an 'enclosure' meant.

She let the cards speak for themselves and took another sip of her drink.]

[He could get his gear back? Oh thank Dieu above! That was one less thing to worry about, along with his weaponry. True, he could use any bo-staff or stave, but he preferred his, had all sorts of secrets in it.]

[Shrugging off the cold comment, Remy's vision instantly flicked to her hands as she pulled out the cards, a smile spreading across his face as they came into view.] Ah chere! A femme after my own heart, ya know what a homme likes to see.

[Taking the offered cards, Remy quickly slipped them out of their packaging and let them ripples between his hands, getting the feel of their weight and texture back to his fingers. Flipping them over, he began his traditional routine, seeking out the Queen of Hearts and Ace of Spades to sit at the bottom of the deck.]

Merci. [Things suddenly didn't feel as bad in this world. He had his cards, his gear would show up at some point, he had others to confirm he wasn't totally insane or imagining this all. It wasn't great, but the dial had been turned up a bit more to a more optimistic outcome.]

[There was something about seeing one of Gambit's real smiles that... hurt, because she had memories attached to that smile that he didn't, and even knowing that, her instinctive response was the same: a rare reciprocating smile, soft and brief.]

De rein. [She forced the syllables out; as always, speaking in another language felt awkward, and she could feel the translation Shift try to pull at it. The fact that it was supposed to be in another language seemed like it was what pushed it through. She wondered if he felt that, or if the translation Shift just made accommodations for the way people normally spoke.]

While you're sortin' those, pass me your journal. There's somethin' in there I should show you.

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