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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[kineticcajun]

[Well, there goes his bad guy reputation right there. Remy shakes his head, but keeps on his way to the community building. Which, thankfully, isn't too far.

And once they're inside (and he's sure they don't have an audience), he'll kneel back down and dig out a shrimp from the bag, setting it down for her.]

[the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com]

[Foot's purrs get louder as it proves to be the shrimp Remy is digging for. She'll nudge him again and then rub against his boot before making her way to the shrimp. If it's still in the shell, she'll neatly eviscerate it and get her nose in between the shell to get to the tasty meat inside.]

[kineticcajun]

[One of Magneto's Acolytes. Standing here, feeding a cat shrimp. What is his life. He will take that purr as a 'thank you.'

Still, he'll go ahead and give her a second shrimp before settling back on his heels. That navigation around the shell is fairly impressive.]

I'd offer you some of the gumbo once it's done, but that prob'ly ain't too good for you.

[the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com]

[Foot will go after the second shrimp just as skillfully, although the last little bit of meat proves difficult to dislodge. She'll hold the fan of the tail down while she rasps the last of the shrimp from it's shell.

After that, she'll start to bath contentedly.]

No...probably not. Most of the spices humans use are bad for cats.

Thank you for the shrimp.

[Yes, the cat did just 'talk' to you, Remy.]

[kineticcajun]

[....Talking cat. He read about this sort of thing in the Guide, but this is the first he's actually witnessed it firsthand. And so he just stares blankly for a beat or two.]

...No problem.

[...what else do you say to a cat thanking you for food.]

[the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com]

[Once she finishes bathing, she will settle on her haunches, studying Remy with that steady cat stare.]

I do not remember you from when I was here before. I am Foot.

[kineticcajun]

[Another one who left and came back. That's really not encouraging. Even cats aren't safe?]

Name's Remy. [First feeding, now introducing self to strays. Hm.] Jus' got here a couple months ago.

[the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com]

[Just go with it, Remy. She might even do bug extermination service for you later.]

It is good to make your acquaintance, Remy. Has your stay been all right so far?

[kineticcajun]

[Hey, a cat is always handy for such things.]

Aside from the moon crashin' into us? Not too bad. Pretty lucky you missed dat part.

[the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com]

[Indeed.]

The moon crashed? Silly two legs, what could they have been thinking?

[kineticcajun]

I'm not sure they were thinkin', chatte.