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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-20 18:12:00

Entry tags:

castiel, day 1: reboot, dean winchester, mickey's diner, phoebe halliwell, remy lebeau, the doctor (nine)

Day One - 9:45am
Who: Remy LeBeau, Dean Winchester, Phoebe Halliwell, The [Ninth] Doctor, Castiel and OPEN!
What: Meeting at the diner.
When Day 1 - 9:45am
Where: Mickey's Diner
Rating: PG-13
Status: Active

It'd taken the pair almost half an hour to mosey their way from the gas station way the other end of the town to the diner that seemed to be somewhat central. Not because Remy hadn't been walking quickly. Oh no, he'd been doing his best to move along at a solid pace with those long strides and his pausing here and there to write in his journal-- but Dean had kept interrupting him, stepping in front of him, talking to him.. and the people who had been talking to him in the journal had slowed him down as well. What was this? Some plot to make them as late as possible to the diner, after he'd told everyone else to meet them there promptly? Conspiracy.

Still, the fifteen minute walk had taken them twice as long and that was alright with him, at least they were arriving there, right? A few more notes in his journal as they came closer to that diner, then he was drawing up to a stop, looking it over, tucking his journal back into the box that was settled under his arm (filled to the brim with cigarettes and gum, thank you very much) and turning to face Dean once again.

Rogue hadn't answered him.. did that mean she wasn't here any longer? The Doctor hadn't answered, either. And he hoped to God he didn't get Logan's decapitated body back today, just because the assholes upstairs thought it was fun to traumatize the Cajun. He was expecting just a few to turn out, no one ever really came to these general meetings, in his experience. But it didn't matter.. as long as he got to see some familiar faces, he'd be pleased.

"Late t' our own party an' we still 'de firs' ones here." Chimed over to the Winchester boy with a smile.

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ace_of_clubs
2010-06-21 01:08 am UTC (link)

"Big home, lossa wives, two moms an' plen'y uh monkeys, 'dat mean I get uh outta jail free card?" Asked with a brilliant smile from the red-head who seemed to be enjoying this. He clearly knew the Doctor and certainly wasn't scared of him. He was, though, a little dismayed that he wasn't remembered.. that meant that if the other Doctor was here that he might not remember him either. That made him the smallest bit concerned, but there was no reason to get too worried yet.. the Doctor would remember him. His Doctor would remember him.

And when that big-eared man started talking about them robbing the place? Well. "Dean's righ', y' know. Calle' lootin' in times uh 'mergency." He nodded, crossing his arms across his chest and focusing completely upon the Doctor again. "How y' gonna get outta 'dis, 'den? Didn' work so well las' time."

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powerofpheebs
2010-06-21 02:56 am UTC (link)

As if she weren't confused enough. Just when she thought she was getting the hang of this empathy thing, suddenly there were so many voices and so many emotions and finally, Phoebe had to step out of the kitchen. "Good God, could you people pipe down." Dean would be happy to hear a completely American accent, but it was an awfully angry one.

She looked back and forth between the two newcomers, surprised and kind of annoyed and really, just trying to get the feelings radiating off of the two of them to a mere murmur in her head. "Who're you two? Are there a ton of people here or what?"

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fallen_hunter79
2010-06-21 06:21 am UTC (link)

"American!" he spread his arms in triumph, resisting the urge to hug the new though not at all unattractive girl. "You are now my new favorite person!" Ok, maybe that was a bit of an overstatement but he so didn't care, he could understand this chick without having to try.

"Umm...you guys are the only people we've met so far but through the weird journal thing," he shook the journal as if that explained his statement, "I get the feeling there's more." Decided to actually be civil since...well, this chick was hot he put on the Dean Winchester smile and held out his hand. "I'm Dean, the little pink number over there is Gambit," he nodded to the redheard.

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ace_of_clubs
2010-06-21 10:59 pm UTC (link)

"I'm 'merican." Remy said those words with what sounded like shock, as if he were offended that Dean had been insinuating that he wasn't American. Sure, he was Cajun.. but that was American. French Cajun-- still American! Well, mostly. French had been his first language and he spoke it much better than English, but that was because of his accent!

"Stripper?" He asked Dean suddenly, as if he'd just read that line he'd written nearly twenty minutes ago. He hadn't, of course, he'd read it long ago.. but it was just sinking in. "Y' t'ink I'm uh stripper?"

A pause.. then he smiled in a sly sort of way.

"Coul' be, couln' I?" Oh, don't blow up his ego any more, Dean. Intentionally or not. Because it was much too big as it was.. and with the Doctor around? Well, egos were bound to be clashing and causing a ruckus.

"M' Gambit," reintroduced "An' 'das 'De Doct'r. L'Autre Docteur." The other one, not the real one. Well, yes the real one, but not the first one. Okay, technically the ninth one and he came before the tenth one but still not the first one Remy had met, so he got to be the Other Doctor. "An' oui, gonna be lossa ot'ers. I been here 'fore. Ain' gonna be pretty."

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