7th Card Dealt [Action/Voice]

[kineticcajun]

[Just as the afternoon is winding down today, Gambit is waking up. In the middle of the woods. With the damned journal right next to him. Only as far as he can tell, it's the middle of the night, which is weird, because he can't hear any crickets or anything. But it's pitch dark out, in any case.

Which is also weird, because he should be able to see just fine in the dark, but that's another matter entirely.

He spends a while feeling around in the dark, trying to figure out a sense of direction (moss grows on the north side of trees, right?) before he ultimately figures, screw it, the enclosure is only so big, walking far enough in one direction will eventually lead him somewhere. The sooner he can find his way back to his apartment, the better. Everything hurts, up to and including his pride, but being stuck with nothing but a bunch of lunatic scientists for a couple weeks did little for his comfort levels in this place.

A couple hours and several bumps into trees later, he admits defeat. Whatever direction he's walking in (south...?), he's not getting anywhere except into more tree trunks. He's lost. And the fact that he can't see a damned thing is creeping up into a growing sense of panic. But now isn't the time to freak out. He can ride through this. He's been through worse.

But just this once, he's going to have to eat his big LeBeau Sense of Pride. Out comes the journal.]

[Voice]

Alright, alright. Y'all didn't move the village in the las' couple weeks, did you? Don't seem like it's where I left it.

Comments

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[kineticcajun]

If it's any consolation, I ain't a very good Catholic. Not bein' one at all mighta been a better career choice for me.

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[touchofrogue]

Less guilt?

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[kineticcajun]

[Exactly.]

Me? Guilty?

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[touchofrogue]

[Her brother, on the other hand, was a very good Catholic.]

I've heard tales.

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[kineticcajun]

[He knows he can't compare in that department.]

There's that reputation gettin' ahead of me again.

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[touchofrogue]

Now who's gettin' a swell head? They might've been general tales about "Catholic Guilt."

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[kineticcajun]

Might've. But you didn't say they were.

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[touchofrogue]

That's 'cause it's more fun ta leave ya guessin'.

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[kineticcajun]

Fun for you, maybe.

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[touchofrogue]

That's what matters, ain't it?

[Smirk.

She'd make a joint about satisfaction or gratification, but is a little too worried to dip into innuendo right off the bat.]

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[kineticcajun]

You're right, chere. That's the important part.

[Yeah, he's dipping into the innuendo even if you won't.]

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[touchofrogue]

[Gettin' bold there, Cajun.]

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[touchofrogue]

[Dripping condescension:]

Of course, I understand if that's a problem for you.

[I hear it happens to a lotta guys.]

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[kineticcajun]

[Oh, ye of little faith.] Now why would there be a problem? That ain't any problem.

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[touchofrogue]

[...and any further doubt he'll offer to demonstrate--]

You do realize we were just talkin' about nuns, right?

[This conversational jump might be near sacrilegious.]

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[kineticcajun]

[Palm to forehead. As if this is just re-dawning on him. Although his grin is completely unapologetic.]

Musta slipped my mind.

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[touchofrogue]

There's somethin' wrong with your head.

[She shakes her head.]

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[kineticcajun]

[Unfazed.] You ain't the first person to say so, chere.

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[touchofrogue]

You'd think it'd sink in by now.

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[kineticcajun]

Hasn't yet. Maybe if I give it time.

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[touchofrogue]

We can only hope.

[...just like she's hoping she's actually going the right way down this river..]

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[kineticcajun]

[It probably won't be too hard to find him, because he's getting bored sitting still and is skipping exploding pebbles across the surface of the river. Or, skipping once and then exploding over the water. There's not much fun in it when you can't see it.]

Guess we'll find out soon enough, non?

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[touchofrogue]

Depends how much time you want me ta give you.

[That's a deliberate needle. Don't take that tone with her.]

Maybe I should get a stopwatch.

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[kineticcajun]

That fast, huh? You sure anythin' can get past this thick skull so quick?

[He's teasing. Really. Sulky tone is gone.]

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[touchofrogue]

I could try usin' a baseball bat.

[See? She's teasing too.]