3rd Card Dealt [Action/Voice]

[kineticcajun]

[Finally. Finally the damn lights are out of his window. Gambit's never minded a little festivity, but when your eyes are sensitive to bright light, it gets a little hard to sleep when you can't. Take down. The Christmas lights.

So he's in a pretty good mood today. Snow aside, of course. He could do without that. But he's still venturing out in it - totally not slipping from time to time, you guys are imagining that - to swing by the grocery store.

Important business here. New Year's is coming up, and that means black-eyed peas. With the bad luck streak he's had going since he got here, he's going to need to make a ton of them for luck.

Which is making an idea dawn...]

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What kinda New Year's celebrations y'all got 'round here? Seems like wit' all the dif'rent traditions poolin' in, there oughta be some kinda party. Gotta be one night outta the year this place gets good an' noisy.

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Hey, petite. I'm t'inkin' we could use some fireworks next weekend. Sound like a plan?

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[shadedsunlight]

Seventh Heaven and Cloud Nine will be throwing a party. Still working on the details, but I hope to announce something soon.

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[kineticcajun]

That's more like it. [It's not a new year without drunken revelry! At least not where he's from.] I was startin' to t'ink it was always this quiet.

Merci, chere. 'preciate the heads-up.

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[shadedsunlight]

There's not much of a nightlife around here, but we know how to party.

No problem. It'll be over at Seventh Heaven and Cloud Nine. Also trying to work out a firework display or something.

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[kineticcajun]

[Ah, you are speaking his language.]

Fireworks, huh? I can lend a hand wit' that, if you're needin' it.

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[markofthebrave]

[And one of those times that Gambit did 'not' slip, a veteran snow-dweller, all bundled up against the elements, catches it out of the corner of her eye. It's hard to miss - after all, they're both headed to the grocery store.]

Are you all right?

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[kineticcajun]

[Oh, bruised dignity. How is it practically everyone else seems perfectly at home in the ice and snow? But still, he can play this off. He's already regained his footing, after all. Here, Katara, have a (reassuring?) grin.]

Jus' fine, petite. We jus' don't get much snow like dis back home.

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[markofthebrave]

[Well, some of them grew up in it--

What?

Katara does a double-take when she sees those eyes, unconsciously falling into a defensive stance.]

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[markofthebrave]

[But the grin and the tone is friendly enough.

...and he isn't exactly bad looking, despite the eyes. They're just a bit. Unsettling.]

Oh. [She glances down, noticing the uneven ice and snow cluttering the walkway as if for the first time. Yeah, that is kind of dangerous, isn't it.]

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[markofthebrave]

Let me get that. [And, with a circular arm movement, the snow and ice on the pavement all flows to one side in front of them. She'll have to do it on the way back too.]

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[markofthebrave]

There. That should do it. Although maybe you should practice trying to walk on it some more, just in case.

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[redjacketthief.livejournal.com]

You're not alone in wanting some noise around here. It's a little too quiet for my tastes.

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[kineticcajun]

We're speakin' the same language then, homme. Ain't ever this quiet where I come from.

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[redjacketthief.livejournal.com]

In more ways than one, ma pote. But, that's no Parisian accent--where are you from?

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[ironizing.livejournal.com]

[Hey, look who dragged himself out of the clinic?]

Vodka martinis. Not sure that's a tradition you should take part in though, kiddo. Even if it does make for one hell of a party.

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[kineticcajun]

[Must be the healing power of cheeseburger, right?]

Non? We got people 'round here actually enforcin' drinkin' ages?

[Not that it makes any difference to him, anyway, but still.]

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[ironizing.livejournal.com]

[Screw obesity problems, those things have healing properties.]

It's not that as much as, well--if you want to actually remember your New Year's.

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[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Count me in!

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[kineticcajun]

'Atta girl. [Best not!little sister/partner in crime.] S'funny... We got us a few people thinkin' there ain't enough stuff here to make for a decent show.

[bamfing]

[BAMF. Kurt appears, crouched on a bench, grinning at Gambit. He totally caught that 'not slip'.]

Now if only Iceman knew your weakness was slick ice.

[kineticcajun]

[You saw nothing, bro. Nothing. Look, he's regained his footing and has his balance.]

Ain't much of a weakness if I can get 'round it, homme.

[bamfing]

Only because there's not enough of it, yet.

[If only you could be as graceful as Kurt, bro! And doomed to never be able to wear ice skates.]

[touchofrogue]

[You're just having bad luck today, Cajun. Here is yet another witness to your not!slipping. Pffff. She actually laughs a little, softly.]

Never thought I'd see the day...

[And, shaking her head, continues on her way into the Good Spirits.]

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[kineticcajun]

[Bruised dignity barely even starts to cover it.

And here he was even holding back from being a total thorn in her side ever since they've gotten back. Some guilt at not being able to stop her being injured during the draft had still hung on...]

[kineticcajun]

[...Nevermind that noise, she's fine.

Before Rogue can get into Good Spirits, Gambit takes advantage of the elements. Time for a well-aimed snowball. Unless she dodges aside at just the right moment, it's headed straight for the small of her back.]

[touchofrogue]

[Yes, well. Foolishly enough, Rogue wasn't expecting any sort of immediate retribution. After all, it's not as though she stuck around laughing at him, right? Fair is as fair does--

Thud.

She whips around.]

Hey!