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

Gambit

[glovesoff]

[And suddenly, there's a clink on the table as his favorite brand of bourbon and a bottle of Southern Comfort appear. She didn't come up from behind him, no, just from that angle to the side where it makes it hardest to see in his periphery vision in order to drop off her peace offering.

And then she leans back and smirks, and this drawl may have a familiar tone:]

Was wonderin' if you'd be here.

Gambit

[livesinatree]

[Oh, this is so... strange! And interesting! The sudden temperature change was strange, but even stranger is all the... white stuff on the ground and those giant things that aren't trees and everything else and it was so new and there aren't any other fairies here that she can see and even stranger yet is that there are humans! Actual humans! Though she doesn't remember anything about humans ever having wings, but still! HUMANS.

However, the cold is really starting to bother Crysta, and she decides to buzz into one of those giant things that isn't a tree while one of the doors is briefly cracked open. She doesn't know how much it'll help, but... oh! It is warmer. This is so amazing! She'll have to tell everyone about it once she gets back to Fern Gully.

... Hm. What's that human with the odd eyes doing with those... what are those? Is it some kind of magic?

Welp. Crysta's just going to fly around to try and get a good look at whatever it is Gambit is doing, though to him, she'll just look like some kind of buzzing, glowing, blue thing.]

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.

Gambit!

[katanarama]

[Someone is causing a ruckus in the bar. In fact, that someone is very close to where Gambit is in the bar.

And he's talking to himself. More like yelling, really.] I already told you! I'm not drunk enough to get away with singing Pussycat Dolls songs on the tables!

This is a game of patience!