kineticcajun | 9th Card Dealt [Action/Voice]

[Another wave of New Feathers, some of them familiar faces, has filled Gambit with an overabundance of restless energy... moreso than usual, even. And so, bright and early, he's out at the Battle Dome to blow off steam. It's also a good way to work through any number of restless thoughts he's been stewing over lately. At least, in Gambit Terms, it's a good way of getting thinking done.

After fighting off waves of zombies, knocking a building down on Sabretooth, and blowing up Malnosso droid lookalikes, he's settling down a bit into a basketball game.

"A little bit" because every few successful baskets, he charges the ball and blows up the basket.

Gotta keep things interesting, after all.

And of all things to get him thinking, this is it...]

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Y'know, I been here a year already an' it's 'bout time I asked about this.

We got people wit' all kindsa powers 'round here, right? Shootin' fireballs an' summonin' wind outta nowhere? There's gotta be someone in this place who can drop a slab of cement down for a basketball court, neh? Grass an' dirt roads don't work as good for that kinda t'ing.

Anybody who can magic up a good flat surface, lemme know. An' anyone up for a game once it's thrown down? Lemme know that, too. Game ain't as much fun solo.

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I had six older sisters Rems. Some of that tends to stick.

[She snorts a soft laugh and settles on the sofa.]

So very charming and so very modest.

It is your anniversary, isn't it? One year in this place. That seemed as though it was worth a small visit if nothing else.

[Oh, right. That. He's honestly surprised that he's not more angry that it's been a year and he hasn't found a way out. There has been plenty to keep him occupied. And it hasn't been all bad, either.]

T'ink I missed it by a few days, but it was early September, I know that much. [He gives her a wry grin as he flops into his chair.] An' I kept tellin' myself I'd get outta here 'fore a year went by. So much for that.

It's not a prison like any you've been in before Rems. It can't be helped.

[She's coming up on a year herself in a few months- and doesn't know what to make of it. She's changed, for better or worse, in the interim. Put down roots when she thought she ought not to. But when she looks across at Gambit with his wry grin and good humor she can't feel terrible for it.]

Perhaps it's a long game we should be playing here.

[He's sure he's changed more than he's even realizing since he got here, but he tries not to think about it too much. That sort of thinking can lead down weird roads. Much easier to just focus on the here-and-now, in this case someone who's managed to work her way past his hesitancy to let anyone close.

And maybe that's the biggest change, who knows.

But there are other things at hand here. There's a spark of amusement and mischief in his eyes.]

Not like any prison I've been in before? Jus' what're you implyin', doc?

...

[For a long moment she says nothing. Just...sits and lets her wings twitch behind her like they often do when she's caught in a situation where she wants to lie but knows she can't, at least not in any way that's convincing. While she's never been arrested in earnest, she has spent a day or two in prison.

The two months in Unger's compound counts well enough, but that's beside the point.]

...it was Remy's fault.

[The wing twitching and the long moment of silence are definitely too much not to burst out laughing over. It takes him a moment to calm himself down enough to speak without laughing in the middle of it, but once he's sure he can, he shakes his head.]

Doc, I could give you a list of the mos' comfortable cells in N'awlins. Ain't gonna make me t'ink any less of you if you seen the inside of one.

...Paris, my brother's bachelor party. I swear I didn't mean to stab the stripper. She fell into my hairpin. It looked worse than it was- Henri got out before the police arrived and I couldn't hide the blood on me. Remy mouthed off to them because he was drunk- and then we attempted to evade arrest.

Oh a moped.

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A moped. [He mulls that over for a moment thoughtfully, then nods. It sounds about right, from what he's heard about the other Remy. And it's also entirely too plausible-sounding, considering half the idiot adventures he's gotten into himself.]

How far'd you get?

...it may have been allegedly stolen. Remy did not give me time to find the keys. I had to hotwire it.

[Ah, her misspent youth.]

Er...we managed fairly well until we hit the bridge. Then it was either take a turn into an alley full of garbage or face the music. I would have gone in the alley but Remy insisted that his suit not be ruined.

[His expression is perfectly angelic.]

Smart man. Ain't easy, gettin' a perfect suit, y'know.

So. To jail we went. Though somehow Remy managed to convince them that it was a medical emergency that had us evading them and not an attempt to not be arrested. I'll never know how it is he manages that.

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