1st Card Dealt [Action]

[kineticcajun]

[Luceti, today, there is a very large, sturdy cardboard box lying in the plaza. It’s not walking around, just sitting there, with one foot poking out at a somewhat awkward angle from one corner. It was dumped, at some point in the night, on the front step of the Item Shop, and there it remains. Its occupant has only just now woken up, and he’s not too thrilled. From time to time, the box rustles, and occasionally there are muffled curses in Cajun French.

It’s a tight fit in this here box when you’re too tall to really fit in it.

Eventually, once he’s managed to untangle himself from the knot the Malnosso have practically twisted him into and gotten out of this box, Gambit will be making the rounds through the shops in the plazas. Dressed in just his New Feather pants. He is bent on at least finding his coat. The half-naked part doesn’t bother him in the slightest, but he likes that coat. From there, it’s time to get a feel for the neighborhood. If he’s gonna be stuck here, he’s gonna know his way around.

Feel free to run into Gambit at any point in his adventure~]

Comments

ugh typos

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

You... probably wouldn't believe me if I told you.

[kineticcajun]

Seems like that's pretty common 'round here.

[Clearly he's got a lot to snoop around and find out.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ so this is what gambit looked like when he was young... ehhh you'll grow into your looks.

dat hair. ]

Actually, you wanna grab a bite? I might be able to fill you in on a thing or two so you don't get totally freaked out when things get weirder.

[kineticcajun]

[Hey. Hey. :c He can totally improve the hair. And it could be way worse. Right? Right...?]

Why don't it surprise me it gets weirder? But I'd appreciate anythin' you can tell me, mademoiselle.

[Sure, he's got the guide, but there might be something else he can pick up from what she can tell him.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ no. never. it has to grow out and she's never, ever going to let you live it down. ]

Great! Let's head for the pizza place!

[kineticcajun]

[Fact: Longer hair is key to survival in Luceti. At least in Gambit's case.]

They got a pizza place in this sleepy l'il town?

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ unless you end up mauled by fangirls. ]

Yep. It's not half bad.

[kineticcajun]

[What good is thief agility if you can't dodge fangirl attacks?]

Don't suppose there's anywhere with Southern-style cookin'.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ for badass flips that eat up animation budget! ]

Sorry, don't think so. But you could probably open a place up! Your cooking is f- [ oh wait. spoilers. ] I mean, well, I'll explain once we're inside.

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit's Gumbo Shack. Just what Luceti needs.]

Guess I'll just have to see what's in de cards later on, neh? [Although he's got a very careful eye on you now, Jubilee. How does she know so much, anyway?

Also she can expect him to hold the door once they get there. Southern gentleman.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ seriously. she's missed you.

she'll grab a booth not too far away and drop down into the chair. she's still uncomfortably wet but she'll deal with it. ] Okay, so. What year is it where you're from?

[kineticcajun]

[She is probably the only one who would say that about him.

Gambit sinks down into a seat opposite Jubilee.]

2002. And you said that's your future, non?

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Not my future. A future.

It's 1993 where I am. Oh, hey, have you read any of the guide? This will be way easier to explain if you read that little section first.

[kineticcajun]

Mainly just skimmed it. But I t'ink I'm followin' you. [Something about different timelines. Gambit's really only flipped through the guide so far, but some things jumped out.

...1993. Now he's really curious how this girl knows him.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Well, okay.

So, in my world? Everyone is way older than me... Not super, super old, but you know, mid-twenties. [ ANCIENT. ] So I know you, but not you. Kind of. It's really confusing.

[kineticcajun]

Huh. [An older version of himself... from ten years ago. But not much older. And he's pretty sure he hasn't seen this girl around New Orleans. Definitely not in the Guild.]

How'd you know me back there, anyway? Don't sound like you're from Louisiana.

[There is a distinct lack of accent.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ she rubs the back of her neck. ] Nah. You guys found me in the Hills. [ ... ] I sort of... ran away from the plac- home. You saved me from those Sentinel dweebs and then stopped the Friends of Humanity from making mince meat out of my insides.

If it wasn't for you and the other X-Men, I'd probably have kicked the buckets.

[kineticcajun]

That so. ["You and the other X-Men", huh. Gambit mulls that over for a moment before he gives a soft, amused snort and leans back in his seat a bit.]

You definitely got the wrong Gambit, then. De X-Men aren't too fond of me.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Why not? [ b-but you guys are her family... ]

[kineticcajun]

[...Don't give him that face, you'll make him feel bad.]

Let's just say we've had our disagreements.

[If by "disagreements" we mean "was one of Magneto's Acolytes and kidnapped Rogue after that."]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Well. It's not your fault. [ a beat. ] But if it is, then I forgive you.

1/2

[kineticcajun]

[Those red eyes slooowly slide back over to Jubilee, a faint flicker of surprise crossing his face. What, just like that? Since when does anyone trust him enough to forgive him so quickly? Even the Thieves back home wouldn't brush aside suspicion like that.]

[kineticcajun]

[And then a short laugh as he goes back to the cool facade.] 'preciate it, petite. We all had our reasons.

So everybody was older den you... Don't suppose any of 'em are here. [Part info fishing, part genuine curiosity.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

No.

[ she kicks a foot, letting her head rest on interlaced fingers. ] The only one here from then is me, myself and I... But Nightcrawler's here, and Rogue, and even Storm. Professor X was too, but he was younger. He even had hair.

[kineticcajun]

[Professor X with hair. Just.... can't wrap his mind around that. But that makes five. Four, if that past tense is any indicator. No Acolytes, no Magneto. This could be a good thing or it could make things even harder.]

I take it the Professor ain't here anymore?