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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-31 00:29:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 09, location: museum, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: Remy & The Doctor
What: After his dealings with Logan, he explores - Remy gets around!
When: 0355 - Day 9
Where: Not far from the museum.
Rating: PG-13 for possible language.
Status: Complete

This had been one of the most interesting days of Remy LeBeau's life, and that was saying something, considering the life that the thief had lived for the last twenty-odd years. First, he had been kidnapped and thrown into a forest, he'd had all of his worldly possessions lifted (except his clothes, thankfully). He'd met a girl who thought she was a wolf, then he'd run into Logan, but it wasn't really Logan, and he'd just needed to walk it off and think. He was tired, but he wouldn't be able to sleep in this strange place any time soon. So he'd begun to explore on his own, after leaving Logan's company. There were plenty of buildings, but it didn't seem like their were many people -- maybe that had to do with the time. It was, after all, still rather late (or rather early, depending on how you looked at it). He didn't know what time it was exactly, of course, because he had no watch. Maybe there was one he could lift around here.

It was so easy to fall back into old habits, without the watchful eyes of the X-Men on him, and it had only been a few hours by his guess. It didn't bode well for the small town, with the Cajun thinking thoughts like that already. He was so engulfed in thinking about what he was going to do to get out of here, that he wasn't paying much attention to the scenery around him, so it was easy for him to get close to the suited man without noticing him. When he did, though, Remy came to a stop. The man-- he had hair like a rooster, lookit that! It caused Gambit to smile-- was walking around like he didn't notice anything round him, either. So the Cajun took it upon himself to break the silence separating them. Maybe he could help. Or maybe he was behind this. Either way, Remy was hoping to get some more answers.

"You look ah lil' los', Mon Ami. Wha' you lookin' for?" Any answer would be acceptable, he was just looking for the way that the other man would answer. That would tell him what he wanted to know.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 12:01 am UTC (link)

The Doctor had managed to walk away from his encounter with his Clone relatively unscathed. He didn't lose any sense of self identity, still felt quite alone in the cosmos, and was secure with his place in the ebb and flow of time. Despite all that relative normalcy, the Doctor still couldn't quite manage to fall asleep. Instead, he decided he would be best served going for a walk. The museum, unfortunately, was crowded anyway.

He didn't have the presence of mind to really listen for footsteps at the moment, he was far too busy looking up at the sky and trying to find a constellation he knew. It really, really bothered him that he couldn't find even one that he could name. Not one. This whole thing reeked of bad. Really bad. Perhaps that was why he looked so lost?

It was dark, yet the moonlight managed to illuminate the deep red hair of the figure that approached. The man's features were difficult to determine; but, he knew by that hair he wasn't anyone he had met before. Keeping his hands shoved quite deeply into his pockets, the Doctor grinned. "Hello," he said warmly. "Bonsoir," he responded, picking up on the Cajun accent and soaking it in like a sponge. He didn't get to spend too much time in Louisiana, he thought one Mardi Gras was enough to last him at least until he made it to the age of 1000. Yes, he thought he might actually live that long.

"Haven't seen you around before," he said leading in to his next question, "Are you new around here, then?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 12:23 am UTC (link)

"Jus' 'dis night." Gambit assured him with an equally charming smile. A grin for a grin, Doctor against Thief. A matching pair, for now. And the Cajun was slowly coming to a stop just a few feet away from the new man. Tonight was certainly a night of firsts. "Lemme guess. You woke up here same as me? You outta place?" Because he certainly wouldn't expect that sort of smile from someone who had just kidnapped him.

Unless, of course, the man was just like himself, then he'd be expecting a smile like that. Throw them off the course. Charm them. Captivate them. Anything that would help it run along more smoothly. Remy had never had a problem with using his charm and his wit to get exactly what he wanted.. just a bit of a gift that came along with the rest of his powers. Red on black eyes were locked onto the Doctor's face as he studied him, then they went down over his body, and back up to his face again, but that smile never faltered. "A lil' early t'be takin' a walk, non? Seem like a lot of people around here don' sleep too well. You min' explaining some'ah 'dat t'me? I don' like 'de dark. Mons'ers live there." This seemed to be some sort of inside joke, because it made his smile widen out, teeth glinting some in the moonlight. Crazy Cajun.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 12:32 am UTC (link)

"Oh, well, I suppose I ought to at least welcome you if that's really the right way to be putting it," The Doctor gave himself pause. It was always awkward when someone new showed up. Though, this was the earliest he'd managed to meet someone. It seemed the rest had always shown up after dawn; yet, here this figure was. "Out of place?" The Doctor almost laughed at the thought. He was always out of place. "I didn't come here of my own accord, if that's what you mean," he said plainly swaying a bit back and forth on the balls of his feet.

The Gallifreyan wasn't quite taken aback as he watched the man's eyes do a rather overt surveillance of him. He supposed that probably fit given that he was knew - perhaps he was a bit on the nervous side where he had come from. The moon, it seemed, decided now was the best time to shed some light on his companions peculiar eyes and the Doctor's brow rose quite amusedly. "There's something you don't see every day. You wouldn't happen to be from Jagra, would you?" That would fit - it the man was Jagrian. It would be unexpected, but fitting.

"I suppose it's a bit late, actually for a walk in my case," the Doctor started, sort of wishing he had something nearby to lean against. "Most of the people are uneasy. We're all sort of out of place, as you put it." Well, combining that with the clones and it was easy to see how everyone was feeling a bit off kilter.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 12:41 am UTC (link)

"Welcome? You 'de welcomin' party, 'den? No balloons?" Only Gambit could joke at a time like this. At least it helped to ease the tension, and he was watching the Doctor closely as he rocked up onto his toes like that. Child-like. However, that new word caught his attention and he was looking back up, dark eyes meeting dark eyes.

"Jagra? 'Dat some place in Africa? I never been t'Africa, Mon Ami. Too hot f'me, I t'ink." That was announced simply, and in almost a playful tone. He knew of no such place in Africa called Jagra.. but then again, he knew of no place on Earth called Jagra. Wolverine, though, had said that people had come from places not Earth. This could easily be one of those people. Well.. he could have easily have been one of those people, if he weren't so obviously human. What sort of self-respecting alien wore Chucks? And weren't aliens supposed to be green and slimy? He certainly didn't look green.

"You jus' out takin' uh walk, 'den? No special erran's?" He was not-so-sublty looking for information. Remy had no interest in beating around the bush. He was locked in a glass box (so said Wolverine, as he hadn't experienced it for himself just yet) with forty-some-odd other people.. and some of them weren't even from Earth. Some of them were.. just not his Earth. That was the strangest thing.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 12:52 am UTC (link)

The Doctor wasn't usually part of the welcome wagon - and this fellow was reminding him why. He was a bit too abrupt, perhaps a bit too matter of fact for the job. He also felt sort of strange welcoming people to a place that was in effect a prison; but, that was beside the point. When the young man asked about balloons the Doctor smiled for a moment. It was good to see that he wasn't tanking the whole of this too seriously.

"Eh.. ehrm, no," Certainly not in Africa. Well, that shot that idea right int he foot. The fellow with the red and black eyes was not an extraterrestrial. That was sort of a relief. The Doctor didn't want to be 'First Contact' for these people, and he didn't want to have to buffer someone else who might be, either. Perhaps this fellow was just more the result of genetic mutation - perhaps he was from further along in mankind's future when they branched out and started dancing with the rest of the universe? That would make sense too, except that he didn't know where Jagra was - and everyone knew about Jagra and it's famed castle of ruby. The Doctor had visited twice: Once to see if it was in fact rubies, and again to keep a foil an attempted assassination. He liked the first trip better than the second.

"Well, it is a bit late for errands, don't you think?" The Doctor's tone was still quite warm even though he was sort of interested in the man's tactics of information gathering. It was possible, he supposed, that the fellow could be the person behind those cryptic journal entries. However, the Doctor decided it best that he give the unknown person the benefit of the doubt. For now at least. Moral high ground and what not.

"You managed a place to stay yet? There have been Weevils around, nasty buggers if you haven't heard of them, you really shouldn't wander around all on your own," especially since you don't seem to have a manner of defense, the Time Lord thought.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 01:02 am UTC (link)

"Didn' t'ink so." That was the Cajun's reply to the negative response about Jagra. This man certainly wasn't an alien, but it didn't mean that he couldn't know about planets beyond Earth. After all, that sort of thing happened all the time. Gambit knew about it. He'd read the comic books. Silver saucers in the sky, alien abductions. Maybe this man had been abducted by the aliens.

It would explain the hair. And that was where Remy's eyes were lingering at the moment. How did he get it to stand up like that? That was more than just gel. That had to be moose. But back to business, dark eyes were finding dark eyes again, and the smile returned. "A bit late for erran's." He agreed with a nod, as if that had been his stance all along.

"Place t'stay? Non. Ain' foun' 'de Hotel yet. But I'm hopin' it have a pool, if I'm gonna be here on vacation, I need a four-star room. Five stars, 'dey overrated." As he said that, he was looking around again. Definitely no four star hotels. He hadn't even seen a hotel. So that meant he'd be sleeping.. where, exactly? "Weevils? Bo-weevils? Not so bad, Mon Ami. 'Dey tas'e good wit' some spices. I show you." He even went so far as to wink at the poor Doctor. "Don' be scared. I protect you." The Doctor shouldn't try to take this man into any small spaces.. his ego wouldn't fit.

"People call me Gambit." At least he'd remembered his manners. Introductions were in order.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 01:16 am UTC (link)

If the Doctor could read minds (and he could if there was a low level psychic field present and some time to do the necessary tuning in and whatnot) he would be only slightly amused at what Gambit was thinking. Usually, technically, he was the alien doing the abducting in his big blue box. Well, that is if it was still an abduction when someone wanted to come along...

The Gallifreyan instead took the others acceptence that Jagra was not in Africa in stride and let his mind continue to mull over the rather strange idea of what this fellow could be. Or where he was from. Or when he could be from.

"We have two options for open space - there is the gym and the theater - at least that's where there's the most space for people who haven't got places of their own yet," he directed. "You wouldn't happen to have your journal, would you?" The Doctor, of course, assumed the man had his journal and knew what the journal was. Ooops. "You did get your journal, didn't you? little book, had a handy pen along with it, was in the welcome to the wilderness box with the socks, tic tacs and bottled water?" He'd rambled enough, time to take a breath.

"No, not Bo-weevils. I ate a Bo-weevil once, can't say I cared for the crunchiness, actually. Weevils.. Right. Not that sort. Bigger, and they smell like sewage and they'll rip you to shreds given the right conditions." He didn't really want to paint the Weevils as all that bad - but he didn't want this man figuring he ought to run off and try to pet one, either.

Wait, was that a wink? The Doctor hadn't been winked at by anyone other than Captain Jack Harkness in a very long time. He actually wasn't quite sure how to react to that. "Oh, well, that's nice of you to offer; but, I'd say you're going to need a bit of protecting yourself until you manage to get settled," it really wasn't quite meant to sound as condescending as it did - the Doctor just didn't want the guy to run off and get eaten by a weevil. Or attacked by a cougar. Or assaulted by that crazy night watch group.

"I'm the Doctor," he said with a smile. A smile that overflowed with the Time Lord's ego.

Perhaps the glass cage wouldn't have enough space for either of their egos? Attention management, time for an expansion!