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[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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[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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