2nd Deck - 1st Card [Voice/Action]

[kineticcajun]

[There were some things in life that Remy LeBeau found he could never get used to. Completely useless wings being stuck to his shoulders, for example. Maybe they looked kind of nifty, but he rarely got a look at them, and he made damn sure to keep them covered up anyhow, but that was another story. Also, people not eyeballing him with clear suspicion in their eyes. That was another thing he still hadn’t gotten adjusted to properly. He was doubting he ever would.

But mainly, the quiet around this damned place was what got to him. New Orleans was never completely quiet. The Acolyte camp had never been quiet either, what with Pyro and Sabretooth kicking around. Here? Here, he had entirely too much time on his hands and not enough to do with it.

Except for, of course, being a thorn in the collective side of the few he could honestly call friends. That never got old, and the added bonus was that he’d had just enough time away from Luceti to lull them back into a state of not quite expecting a thieving Cajun sneaking around and wreaking havoc at all hours of the day and night. He would thank the Malnosso for that... if he didn’t have so many other things he wanted to punch them for.

In any case, he was well overdue for some kind of announcement that he had stumbled his way back into the fishbowl that was Luceti. Waking up stuck in a tree had been enough to keep him occupied for a short time, but now that he stood here with that oh-so-familiar journal in his hands, he was reminded that he had left several strings loose before. Unfinished business, if you would. And that kind of thing rankled. He wasn’t a man to leave things unfinished, if he could help it.

The major question was if everyone was even still here. He turned the journal over in his hands absently. Trying to remember the filtering system would take too much time, and, if they weren’t here, wouldn’t work anyhow.

If they were still here, though, there was something he could rely on to get his message out quickly and effectively. A slow smile twitched across his lips as he let out a low laugh. And, he wouldn’t even have to throw another sofa off a roof, although that had absolutely been a highlight of his last vacation in the land of Luceti. It was too bad that kind of opportunity didn’t arise more often.

He flicked open the journal, thumbing through the pages thoughtfully for a moment. Squashed down the urge to charge it up and throw it into the sky like some kind of cheap Fourth of July celebration. Poked at the options until he was sure it was set to record. And grinned.]

A'ight, I'm back. What'd I miss?

...An' tell me that tribble t'ing ain't still here.

[Well, that's enough of an announcement, right? Now all that's left is to find his way back into the town. He was pretty sure he remembered the way. In any case, he scooped up a handful of acorns - which may or may not end up as burnt husks - to drop behind him as he went to mark the way. Not that he suspected he'd get lost, but still.

Later on, once he's made it back to town, Remy just barges on in to the various shops like he owns the place. Completely unfazed by half-nakedness. Gotta find a shirt, and some shoes, and cards. Oh, definitely gotta find the cards. He may look a little different than when anyone last saw him - unfortunately, his hair is no longer down to his shoulders, and the dorky goatee is back. Sorry, Luceti.

After the sun goes down, it's time for a stop into Good Spirits. Because dammit if another romp in Luceti doesn't call for a few shots of whiskey.]

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[fleurdesel]

[There is, as far as Adele can tell, nothing particularly remarkable about the day. It was just another day in the village, one mitigated by her bringing back to the beach house a sock for Oliver before she considered what to throw together for dinner. She was pulled from her contemplation by a thud, a crash, a rumbling purr and the sound of the front door being shoved open somehow- she has no idea what did it until she turns and blinks at a half eaten sock on the sofa and the edges of orange fur vanishing off the steps of the porch.

Oliver was a lazy thing more often than not. She's never seen him really move more than at a languid flop, oozing from place to place. Whatever has him running off has him running quickly and dinner is abandoned entirely in favor of chasing after the damn thing. If he got caught up in someone's laundry line there would be questions and frustration and it's just one more thing she's not at all prepared to handle today.

How she's not able to actually catch the damn tribble is another question for the ages she'd love answered, but she settles for swearing and racing after him, through the teleporter and then- rather into the village, off into the woods. It's hardly a silent chase, the bright orange fur flitting in and out of the undergrowth, barreling straight into a clearing and rolling to a stop at someone's feet.]

For the love of- Oliver!

[Adele staggers around a tree and glowers at the tribble, lips pressed thin and greyed hair wild.]

I am going to lock you in a box for a week for...this.

[Wait.]


Rems?

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[kineticcajun]

[It's not every day that a violently orange sofa tribble bursts out of the tree line and all but launches itself at your feet. It's even rarer that this is followed by a familiar face crashing along behind it. Remy barely has time to mutter a "merde" at the appearance of the tribble before suddenly, Adele.

There's something of a memory stutter as his brain tries to refute that he knows this person -- after all, he just walked out of the bayou, how would he even know? -- but the memories click back into place almost immediately.

You can't forget your family, after all.

A faint smile twitches onto his lips.]

Y'know, sis, I woulda been jus' fine if you'd left this t'ing [Halfhearted kick to Oliver. The tribble rolls over with a purr.] back at home.

[Joking is how we defuse emotional reunions, right.]

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[fleurdesel]

...

[He's here. Really, truly here. Back home from where he'd been free and he looks older, sharper- the damn goatee is back and he shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be back but he is and while her mind is busy trying to process this the rest of her is already hurtling forward, stepping over the rolling tribble to haul him into a tight hug.

It's him.]

He came looking for you.

[Voice]

[geniustheveil]

[What is the proper thing to say when someone shows up in Luceti again?]

Under the circumstances, it might not be the right thing, but is it alright if I say I'm glad to see you?

['Welcome back' probably would have worked, Ami. They hadn't known each other particularly well, granted, but a familiar face is worth a lot, and she hadn't expected to find one among the newcomers dashing about.]

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[kineticcajun]

[Ahh, that is a familiar voice. It takes Remy a moment to remember the name that goes with it, but he gets it.]

'Course it's alright, Ami. Ain't all that often y'all get this kinda entertainment jus' walkin' on into town, non?

[He doubts there's any kind of malicious intent behind that "glad to see you," after all.]

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[geniustheveil]

[No, no malicious intent; she's just all too aware that wishing for someone to be here is wishing for them not to be happily and safely at home.]

You were gone for a long time. But I think some of your friends are still here.

[Voice]

[thefinaljedi]

[A familiar face. That was always a mixed blessing in Luke's book, but he'd definitely missed the Cajun.]

Hello again Gambit. Should I say welcome back, or would you prefer a commiserating drink for your return?

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[kineticcajun]

[Now there's a face he'd never forget, even if he didn't remember Luceti. He grins.]

Either one sounds jus' fine, mon ami. Not too sure 'bout celebratin' bein' back, but I can't argue wit' good company.

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[thefinaljedi]

Alright. Your memories mostly intact, or do you need a guide?

[Who knows, maybe he forgot everything but the damn tribble.]

[snikting]

[Well, at the bar is a familiar face. When Gambit approaches, Logan gives him a look of mild annoyance. It's truly an improvement over the look of complete loathing that Gambit once enjoyed.]

I thought I smelled a rat in town. Mallies dumped you here again, eh?

[kineticcajun]

[Yeah, he's a little surprised to not see a complete look of hatred. Especially given that it was only a handful of hours ago that he was nearly spitted on those claws of his. With a slight rise of the eyebrows, the Cajun sinks down a seat or two away from Wolverine. Close enough to talk, far enough away to give the man his personal space.]

Hate to say it, but you up one swamp rat now. They even slapped those goofy wings back on. [And he promptly covered them back up. Nope, not leaving those exposed.]

Take it you been holdin' down the fort?

I'm assuming Rogue ain't supposed to be there

[snikting]

[Logan leaned back to see if said wings were present. Of course not. Logan had his own leather jacket on, keeping his equally concealed. They both, instead, had ridiculously lumpy backs.]

As much as it needs held. It's about as excitin' as babysittin' a parked car.

[Voice]

[wildbluevagner]

[Now that's a familiar voice. And odd to hear now, given what he's heard from Adele. But he answers quietly.]

You! You're... back?

[Voice]

[kineticcajun]

'Pends on who you're expectin' when you say "you," but oui. Remy LeBeau, at your service. [He can't not give you a hard time, Kurt.] I hear I missed some stuff.

[Voice]

[wildbluevagner]

Yeah. That's pretty much who I expected. [He says with a moan, but with a hint of humor to it.]

Some? Try a whole lot. You were gone for... man, it's almost been half a year!

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[spohkh]

[The Vulcan's face appears, complete with a quirked eyebrow...]

Greetings... May I inquire as to what you mean by 'tribble thing'?

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[kineticcajun]

[Give him a second, inner Star Trek fanboy just kicked in.]

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[kineticcajun]

[LeBeau, you aren't supposed to let out what a closet nerd you are. He flashes a grin.]

It ain't a real tribble, jus' looks like one. Damned if I know what it really is. Spawned off a sofa, now it's some fuzzy orange t'ing that eats socks.

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[spohkh]

[Spock's eyebrow twitches in curiosity and slight concern...]

Is this a sentient creature? Do you need assistance in apprehending it before it causes further damage or ingests another...sock?

[Scientist at heart... he doesn't know if you're talking about dust bunnies or not.]

Wednesday

[touchofrogue]

Rogue had just returned from a mission the night before, it had been... Eventful, in more than a few ways and none of them common. For instance, she hadn't broken anything, but she was moving slowly, still slightly pale. She hadn't checked her journal yet. She was more preoccupied with going into town to check on her shop.

It was a tremendous relief to be back in Luceti, with her powers sliced neatly in half. She could almost enjoy the endless walking. Good thing she didn't have to worry about paying a toll on all these bridges...

Wednesday

[kineticcajun]

Unless, of course, the toll was running into a Cajun. Remy had been a little deflated the day before when stopping into the Item Shop to nab a few packs of cards, only to find that Rogue was nowhere to be found, but as it turned out, his strolling around town to reorient himself was about to change that.

There was some nagging suspicion that he was about to get himself into trouble just by opening his mouth, but. Well. Pretty much everyone had been a lot happier to see him than he'd anticipated. Maybe that trend would keep on going. Lady Luck, be kind.

Rather than bothering with some kind of obvious "hey I'm back" kind of thing, Remy just decided to take the casual route. The super casual route. In a light tone, as if he hadn't been away for months, he gave her a grin.

"Looks like rain, chere. Hope you got your umbrella."

[calmbeforethe]

[ Today finds Ororo at the clothing shop. She... well, it's summer. And the house next to theirs has a pool, okay. And since Rin's invited them to take a dip whenever they felt like it, Ororo's going to need some proper swimming attire...

So, here she is. A black one-piece slung over one arm while she examines a couple of the more daring bikinis on display. ]

[kineticcajun]

[If Remy was expecting to run into anyone in the clothing store, it wasn't Ororo. And he definitely wasn't expecting her to be perusing the bathing suits. But hey, there she is, and he's finally gotten a shirt on and so he figures he's in as good a place as any to make some kind of smartass comment in passing.]

Black bikini. Trust me on this.

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[alloys]

[ He knows the voice is familiar, but it doesn't click right away. Damn, he thought he was over this whole temporary memory loss thing, but looks like there are more gaps he didn't realize he was missing. ]

Been awhile, hasn't it? [ So he thinks, at least. ]

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[kineticcajun]

[This is like the blind leading the blind. Remy really isn't sure about the time of it, either.]

So I hear. Somethin' like half a year. I see the place hasn't fallen down on all our heads yet.