Knowhere IC

We got suspicious activity in de shadows, we got folk who like collectin' t'ings dat ain't deirs, an' we got plenty o' folk who'd jus' as soon kill y' as let y' have a piece o' dat profit from de mines. 'bout de only t'ings missin' t' make dis place de Big Easy is class and Mardi Gras.

Sometimes I look back at my life and wonder why I didn't do something boring, like find a husband and move to Westchester. And then I got to space, first in the family to do that, mom, and I remember life is way cooler when it's not standard.

I had a steak for the first time. Suck it, California Happy Cows.

What else do you recommend doing? I want to go to Disneyland and I want to pet a dog that isn't the mini version of it.

Oi!

Where the bloody hell is that little bugger that doesn't speak English? I'm going to flush him down the toilet then pitch him down a flight of stairs.

Good ol' bar fights, looks like some things universally don't change.

Oi. What's a mutant?

Dis de craziest place Remy ever seen. Y' got spaceships an' aliens an' food dat ain't food. Don' know how y' got Remy up here, but he'd sure like t' go back down.

Space isn't so bad, it's away from bullies.

who: Remy LeBeau (X-Films AU, deaged) + OPEN
what: A young Remy wakes up in a strange place and does what any sensible street kid would do: gets the heck out of there.
where: Logan's apartment, then the streets of Knowhere
when: morning of the 20th
warnings: TBD

( The movement around him belonged to strangers. )

I don't know what everyone is complaining about, this has been great for me. I'm happy to take a mini vacation from my powers. I feel so light instead of a having ton of weight on my shoulders.

Fils de putain! What de hell is goin' on here? Why dere be t'ings blowin' up in dis place?!

The one advantage to being like this is that I can so easily eavesdrquietly observe everything that's going.

I do apologize to my boss at the Palace. Can't really do my job in this condition.

Got a bit o' a problem here. If y' can do Gambit a favor, an' knock for y' come in, dat'd be real nice. Mebbe call 'stead o' text, n'est-ce pas?

marhaban?

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.

Rumor has it passports are [...] operating again. Best let someone like myself take a trip down, hm? Seeing as I'm not going to immediately die if it's a fluke.

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 here has siblings?

[Peter Quill]
I was wondering if you'd noticed anything off about Gamora.

As Bird-Boy and Dresden pointed out, ain't no American doin' his rightful job today. Shame on you, Cap. Looks like it's gonna hafta fall to Louisiana t' get 'de job done, if the New Yorker can't do it.

( Happy 'Merica Day )

Brits? Tea sucks.

I suddenly have all the time in the world to pursue my own interests [...] and I can't think of a damned thing to do with myself.

The military really screws you up.



[...] Maybe I'll transmute bars of gold.