FOURTH WALL - Joint Post

[kineticcajun]

JOINT POST for Gambit and Noa! Make a note in the subject line who you're wanting and I'll answer ♥



GAMBIT: Will be lurking around Good Spirits both nights, keeping an eye on who comes and goes. There will probably be much card shuffling.

NOA: Will be busy running around town the entire time and getting into everyone's business. Anyone, anywhere, any time, she'll be there and will be fascinated by all.

Comments

[livesinatree]

[Oh, it's that funny word again.]

Hm... do all humans talk like you? [It's kind of strange!]

[kineticcajun]

[It's odd, being wished luck by Rogue in winning over... well... Rogue. And it does spark some further curiosity, but rather than push it, he'll just raise his glass as well for the toast.]

Merci.

[kineticcajun]

[Okay, that makes him laugh.]

Non. Jus' us Cajuns. [Beat.] ...People who come from the same area as me, that is.

[livesinatree]

Oh, I understand! [That's... so interesting!

Humans are absolutely fascinating. Thank goodness they aren't really extinct.]

I wonder if it's like that with fairies, too... though I haven't met any outside of Fern Gully.

[kineticcajun]

Prob'ly is, petite. People tend to talk different dependin' on where they're from.

[This is really kind of cute.

And he'd probably have more time to dwell on that thought if his palms weren't itching so badly with the kinetic charge overflow. Not. Touching. Anything.]

This is your fault I hope you know

[thesmoothcriminal]

[He'd spent half the morning wondering where the hell he was, and the rest trying to understand why everyone had wings. After the initial shock he realized that people he knew to be fiction were just...loitering about. He'd paused to duck into an alcove and smoke for a bit, mulling this over but...well. What better opportunity to look for- A promise had been made. And if he was ever to see...He shakes this off and wanders into the nearest, and only, bar, fetches himself a whiskey, and peers around until he sees someone familiar.

It most certainly is not who he would expect. He laughs to himself, shakes his head and wanders over, tall, lean, a bit of grey in his hair, bestubbled and almost painfully French. He settles next to Gambit with a salute of his beverage.] Bonjour Homme.

I am so terribly proud of it, too.

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit glances over at the other man curiously, but gives a small grin and a nod in greeting. Also, a small returning salute with his bourbon. Because he's not 100% certain he knows who this is, but there is an itching suspicion.]

Bonjour, mon ami. Looks like you jus' got here wit' the rest.

[That lack of wings is a dead giveaway, man.]

You should be. I wasn't gonna do this and you are the devil

[thesmoothcriminal]

That is about right, oui. [The man sips his drink, attempting to repress a smile and failing horribly. There's an almost boyish glee in his demeanor, though he remains calm.]

Think you could tell me where exactly here is and if there's a way out? I have an appointment to keep.

>D

[kineticcajun]

[That itching suspicion is growing steadily.]

Here is Luceti. An' there's no way out that any of us have found. Good news is, you might still be able to keep that appointment. We gettin' a lotta people here today.

[thesmoothcriminal]

Luceti? Well. It is no city, country, world, dimension, or reality that I have ever read of, heard of, or seen in any form of media before. So this is either a fascinating fever dream, or it is real. And if it is real I must say that you are a fantastic individual mon ami, and you should never, ever change. [Again he raises his glass, smile widening as he speaks. After another sip his control breaks entirely and he has to set his glass down to laugh into his palm. This, this must be real. And he is in fact across a cocktail table from Gambit. THE Gambit.]

[kineticcajun]

[Yep, he's pretty sure now. Still, he'll raise his glass as well and take a swig from it.]

'preciate the sentiment, mon ami. This place is pretty real. Strange, but real.

[Time to play his hand and see if his suspicions were right.]

What's your name, homme? I'm Gambit.

[thesmoothcriminal]

Remy Delacroix. It is a pleasure, no, an honor to meet you Gambit. [A lean fingered hand is extended, the smile shifting to something slightly arrogant but mostly gleeful. Gambit. THE Gambit. Across from him.]

[glovesoff]

[It's a fey, reckless mood that takes her then. Scott would have a coronary, but she and Scott have been having their disagreements lately. And - heh - she's fairly sure that her Remy would be more amused than anything, so...]

Tell me somethin', Sugah. What kinda bet would you put on likin' ghost number three?

[Her lips curl up at the corners in mischief.]

[kineticcajun]

[And he will shake that hand, grinning as well. Suspicions confirmed. It probably should not be like a personal victory to have found this guy.]

Pleasure t'meet you too. That appointment of yours... if you're lookin' for a woman named Adele, she was lookin' for you 'round here earlier.

[And also telling him not to get into any trouble with you, sir, but that part can be left unsaid, right.]

[kineticcajun]

[That look is pretty solid evidence that he will like ghost number three just fine, thanks. But he'll just return that mischievous smirk.]

I'm t'inkin' there's pretty good odds.

[glovesoff]

[She leans forward again.]

Really. Even though that's the one ta do with the future?

[livesinatree]

That's true... It would so be amazing to see and hear all the ways other humans would interact. [Yeah, she was just talking about fairies BUT HUMANS ARE MORE INTERESTING.

Just going to continue buzzing around, but she'll be sticking close to Gambit since she doesn't want to leave him alone before she can change him back.]

What is this place? [Curiosity always seems to get the better of her.]

It can't possibly be a tree, is it something humans made?

[Oh, oh, oh!]

And what about the white that falls to the ground? It turned into water as soon as I touched some of it! Did humans do that, too? [Lives in an Australian rainforest. WHAT IS SNOW???]

[kineticcajun]

The future's lookin' pretty good from where I'm sittin'.

[You walked right into that one, Rogue.]

[glovesoff]

[She actually laughs at that, warm and low and confidently sensual, because hey, she knows what leaning forward does to this blouse.]

I reckon so.

[And then, before God and everybody, she abruptly leans forward to brush her lips against his - it's nothing like a real kiss, but it does hold a glimpse of just what could be to come.

Oh. And there's no instant rushing pain for him either.]

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit isn't sure which part is shocking him more - the fact that she just leaned in and kissed him just like that, or the fact that there was no accompanying zap.

No complaints, of course, but. He's not hitting the floor. And this is not the tunnels.

And somewhere in the back of his thunderstruck mind, the thought surfaces: he should see if he can drag this Rogue to talk to the Rogue from his world, because she really needs to know that she can overcome that mutation. Not for his sake, no... for hers.

It takes a beat or two to move past the surprise.]

You can control it.

[thesmoothcriminal]

[Remy continues to grin as he shakes hands with Gambit, sitting back with his drink, absolutely giddy that he's met the man. That smile lasts up until the moment he hears that name. Then he frowns, leans forward, and if a hint of incredulous menace seeps into his voice, well. Don't take it personally Gambit.]

... How do you know that name?

[glovesoff]

Yeah. [Just a quiet, vibrant joy.] Ah can control it.

[kineticcajun]

[You... don't know what snow is. Really?]

This place we're in now? It's called Good Spirits. Humans built it.

[Not laughing. Nope.] The white stuff's called snow. That's nature's work. Can't take credit for that one.

[kineticcajun]

Mon dieu.

[Younger!Rogue has to hear about it. Seriously. He knows how much it weighs on her. And while he might have a similar experience in losing control of his powers, his method of "get help from crazy guys named Sinister" is admittedly not a good one.]

Any kinda tips I can pass along?

[kineticcajun]

[Hands (and bourbon glass) up. He is innocent. This time.]

She used to live upstairs from me, but she's still here in Luceti even if we ain't neighbors anymore. Like I said, homme, she was keepin' an eye out for you earlier.