2nd Card Dealt [Action/Voice - Backdated to Yesterday]

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit has been a frequent visitor of the Battle Dome lately. Not that he wasn't shy about visiting it before, but ever since the moon fell, he's been working out the excess irritation through copious amounts of explosions. Early today, he goes through his usual training of increasing difficulty in the Battle Dome, working his way up from a warmup into an all-out survival match worthy of the Danger Room the X-Men had back home. Despite the chains of explosions, he still emerges from it all without a scratch.

After cooling down by just wandering idly around the Battle Dome for a while, it's back out into the snow. And Remy hates snow. For one, bad memories (babysitting Wolverine and Sabertooth both in a snowstorm is not a fun experience); but also, he's just not built for snow. Thank god for this nice warm coat.

After a brief trip into the grocery store, he's heading back to his apartment to make some gumbo. Nevermind all this winter weather noise, it's time for something hot and spicy to warm up with.

Community Building 1, hope you don't mind the delicious gumbo scent wafting around the ground floor.

Eventually, after checking to see if the snow has stopped - and seeing that it hasn't - he'll turn to the journals.]

[ Voice ]

Still snowin', huh.

Is it always this cold this early 'round here? Or is this jus' a sign we're in for a real rough winter?

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[the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com]

[On your trip from the store (and after she gets rescued from the tree), Remy will find that he has a 'tail' of sorts. She'll pad after him best she can, although she'll have to struggle through any snowdrifts he walks through.

If he looks down at her, she'll give him an open, questioning look in return.

...Any shrimp for your gumbo in that bag?]

[ action ]

[touchofrogue]

[It is a hell of a day to run out of coffee. Rogue is exceedingly unamused. She could have sworn there was half a bag left that morning -- and all her chickery was gone. It was like it was a conspiracy. A conspiracy to drive her out into the cold, wet, cold white stuff.

She is on her way to the coffee aisle when she catches a glimpse of Gambit out of the corner of her eye.

...so even Evil has to shop.

She'll just be marking his position and moving along, then.]

[Voice]

[bamfing]

What, can't handle a little snow?

[Figures. The Cajun would probably fall apart at two inches of snow.]

[voice]

[analyzing]

I...think it was pretty cold around this time too last year.

[temperedtempest.livejournal.com]

[Hey Remy, guess who loves snow?]

[On his way out of the grocery, he might spy Ororo out and about as well. Which might be a surprise, as since the last experiment, she's been making efforts to keep from making contact with certain people... Gambit included.]

[But the snow was just so lovely today! She couldn't hide forever, and what's the harm in a walk? She's dressed in a coat, obviously for show because it doesn't look all that thick enough to keep her suitably warm.]

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[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ Hey. Hey. Gambit. You're being followed. Jubilee's creeping along behind you, putting all those years of evading mall security to good use. ]