Knowhere IC

Dis' place got gutters deeper'en da' pots at the Breaux Bridge Crawfish festival.

Startin' ta' feel more like 'ome everyday.

[ Rocket and the Remys ]
Be thinkin' it be about close to time to start puttin' things in place on somethin' more lucerative d'en watchin' people all day. Rumblin' is d'ere be new players takin' over turf and if there be power up for grabs, and we be stuck in space, d'en maybe now be the time to make a move on gettin' the new Casino up and runnin' no? Take advantage of the chaos.

Hey Knowhere, what's up?

I need better friends, the crazy assholes I'm hanging out with are fucking nuts.

Wanna be friends? I can cook.

[..]You know what, assuming I've not actually gone mad this is just fine. Any of you lot know the name Sherlock Holmes?

[medical staff]
Ah, hello. Figure I ought to just get to it then and introduce myself. The talking dog assigned me to medical. My name is John Watson, I'm an M.D. and former army field doctor.

Two for one for anyone stuck together. Just come to Starlin's and ask for Leah. No stories required!

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?

Breathing shouldn't hurt

Anyone any good at chess, or..some other game? I don't know. Something to pass the time? Something not requiring actual strength?

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?

Who here has siblings?

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

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.

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?

Figures, the fighting's done, the hard work happens, and my drinking partner's nowhere to be found. I can't be the only thirsty one out there.

Also, the upcoming Poker game's going to be a little different. I'd like to try and do something a bit more charitable, open the game up a little, I'm taking suggestions now if anyone's got them.

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?

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