Knowhere IC

Uh, how do we make the space head cold? Like, where's the damn switch?

Because we slow down when it's cold and I almost froze my toes off, and most animals do, I think? Right? I ain't like educated Can we try it with the fluffy cute tribbles?

[after this]

[Filtered away from Alphonse Elric]

Wizards, mutants.

If you don't know me, my name is Roy Mustang. I'm a State Alchemist and my specialty is fire. I have an ability to manipulate the oxygen density in the air into precise patterns. It's a practiced, effective attack that allows me to target my enemies and bypass my allies at will.

I'm asking you, for the purposes of this extermination, to let me weave your flames with mine so I we can produce a controlled, precise burn.

No one needs to get hurt.

After working and toiling, eating pizza and delivering your mail, I think my dog's deserved a trip to Earth. So I'm going to take him out for walkies in New York City.

I'll take reasonable requests to bring back from the city. For weapons and ammo, you're on your own.

I've noticed we've picked up quite a few new arrivals this week, so I figured I'd just take a minute to say hello to the new arrivals.

My name is Adeleis Shepard, Captain of the Normandy. From a different than the one we've got here -- which is absolutely worth the visit if you're ever curious -- but I've been here awhile now. If you need any help getting your bearings, don't hesitate to let me know. If you're looking for a way to meet some new people, we've got a great new community center and I also run a weekly poker game -- all experience levels welcome. Just let me know if you'd like to stop by if there's a seat at the table.

For those of you with, or looking to acquire, flight experience, I'm also your go-to here. We've got several classes of ship including, if you're someone with...lets say, mental gifts? Anyway. If you've got the brain for it or the ability to work with interfaced technology easily, a very large ship we're still looking to pick up pilots for -- because it would be a shame if we suddenly lost that knowledge. Everyone else, doesn't matter if you're used to flying stick or with computer assistance, I'm happy to log some flight time with you. Same goes for all you aces back home looking to keep your skills sharp.

Hope you're all settling in alright.

Shepard, Out.

[ Rocket ]

And I'd like to see about getting something we could use to test the targeting systems on the new defenses. Please not a life fire exercise. I'm all for being thorough when it comes to safety, but not at that much risk to myself if it can be avoided.

Now dis' place gon' go ahead and give people a whole mess'a reasons to go questionin' what they done last night. Amusin' enough, that. Gambit suspect d'ere gon' be a lotta folks real glad the cold taps work 'fore dis' gets itself sorted.

[ Rogue {616} ]
And you can rest assured, woke up to a disappointin'ly empty bed.

Just when you start to think you seen everything, people be comin' back with stories that make you sure glad you missed a thing or two.

[ Lil Red, Rocket Raccoon ]

Since d'ere be evidence to suggest maybe dis' job not gon' be lastin' forever, and it seems criminal there be so few places for d'ese 'ere hard workin' Knowhere folks to be losin' d'ey money. Seems that maybe now be da' best time to be sittin' down and maybe seein' what we do about that hm?

[ Rogue ]

Been thinkin' we overdue for a trip back to Bayou for some proper food, together dis' time. What say you hm?

Excuse me but WHAT THE FUCK.

Merci t' 'de smart people got 'de passports workin' again! Only appropriate we throw 'dem a lil' party, non? Real intimate, jus' a few friends, nothin' serious..

Kiddin'.

Down at 'de docks t'night, once 'de sun goes down (you know, if we had a sun, butcha get 'de point). Got food, got alcohol, got a few inappropriate substances. Leave 'de kids at home (less it's Laura) and c'mon down. Plan for most us to not r'member what happened in 'de mornin'. Best kinda nights.

Need some people to cook, need someone has good taste in music, need a couple people with questionable morals. Gonna have fun.

What's this I hear about building a barn? I think I might be of some help there.

If anyone is missing anything from their apartment, come talk to me. I have a kid here that wants to apologize.

Gambit's gon' be earnin' an honest livin'. Got a job teachin' de bo staff at de dojo. Y' wanna learn t' hit someone wit' a big stick when speakin' softly don' work, come see me.

Who: Gambit and Rogue {616!Canon}
What: Barely intelligible conversation
Where: Starlins
When: Sunday the 11th
Rating: Low (references to some not so great things in the past but nothing violent/explicit in any way)
Status: Log, complete



(  Rogue was good at at least a few things, and one of those was pulling herself out of her head real easily.  )

I figured I'd eventually make it into space, but this wasn't exactly what I was thinking.

Dis ain't what Gambit was expectin' when he book a flight to New York. Supposed t' be firs' class service an' pretty ladies. Didn't say not'in' in de travel brochure 'bout talkin' dogs an' space heads.

Who: Gambit (1610) & Rogue (616)
What: A bit of playing doctor.
When: After a few days of fighting.
Where: Outside on a bench.
Rating: High for Language and Gambit
Status: Closed - Complete

( He was alone now. )

Dis' place 'as magically appearin' Po' Boy sandwiches?

Think Gambit could get used to tha'.

[ Rogue ]

You have a good time in da' Big Easy? Only place you gon' get a sandwich dis' good.

Fremont of Frenchman street?

[X-Men: canons, AUs, and everybody!]
Just a word of warning, my dears: don't trust the Avengers.

And I'll be taking on Wanda Maximoff as a student. Any objections will be thoroughly ignored.

[Remy, the elder]
I'll take you up on that drink.

[Jean]
How much control do you have over your better half?

This isn't Weisshaupt.

I swear to the Maker if I'm in the Fade again, or this is the Void I'm going to be unhappy. Andraste's sodding tits, I was on my way home. I'm not even sure how this bleeding works, except it obviously does but less questioning the magical whatever this is and more questioning the sodding floating Kirkwall.

d'accord, the talkin dog freaks me out a lil not gonna lie

found the place im gonna sleep, second most important thing on the list

this cajun needs smokes. whos gotem?

Ya know, when Ol' Remy say he like to get in'ta people's 'eads, he never do mean it quite so lit'rally...

....An da' fact you got a pair of dem runnin' 'bouts? Laissez les bon temps roulet, no?

My name is Emma Frost. I'm new here.

I realize that there is some sort of situation going on here and that there may be people I know here with whom I'm simply dying to catch up, but before we get to that, I desperately need someone to point me in the direction of the nearest reputable establishment for drinks on this godforsaken place. Who can point me in the direction of strong alcohol and civilized company?