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

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!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 02:10 am UTC (link)

Whatever the Doctor's hair was doing it did of it's own accord. He had learned pretty early on in this regeneration that if he wanted any hope of taming his hair it required a Duck-Tail style with gallons of pomade. Wax pomade. And two hours. Rose had made fun of him until she tried to help - and then she understood. In the end, it did make for quite a blast into the 1950's, however.

The Doctor actually chuckled a bit. It was sort of strange being asked by a red-eyed fellow if he was scared of him and having the honest response being that he wasn't. "Animal Magnetism?" If this fellow was exuding any sort of magnetism, the Doctor was either oblivious or ignoring it. He was more interested in the newness and uniqueness - less so scared of it. Though, he could see how someone could be scared by the same. More importantly, he could see how Gambit would be used to that sort of reaction. Probably come to anticipate it. Kind of like how he'd come to expect people on buses to always go about blaming him for what was going wrong.

"Well, me and about a half dozen of my friends," he added on to Gambit's question.

As the other mentioned something about cuddling, the Doctor had a distinct impression that he was now face to face with the Captain. A red haired version who was significantly younger - but it was the same persona. This was almost as bad as the idea of having both Jack and his clone in the same room together. Exhausting just to think about.

"You remind me very much of a good friend of mine," the Doctor pointed out, letting the stranger's joke roll off his back as he would Jack's. The Doctor had learned long ago that responding was only seen as encouragement.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 02:23 am UTC (link)

If the Doctor thought that Remy and Jack had a lot in common, he was right. But if he also thought that their comments held the same weight.. he was very wrong. Jack said those things because he had a genuine interest in the tall, thin Doctor.. Gambit said those things because, like the Doctor, when he say a big, looming red button that exuded 'do not push under any circumstances', he just had to go over and push it. But since the Doctor wasn't wearing his big red button, the Cajun had to go looking for it. He was testing the ice, to see where it was thin and where he'd be able to bounce around on it.

"Your frien's, Docteur?" Once again, the French version of his title rolled off of Gambit's tongue with ease, like a cat purring it out. He enjoyed the way it sounded. "Somet'in' tell me you not really 'de type t'have frien's." Neither was Remy, but for different reasons entirely. "You en' up here alone? Or you come wit' 'dose half-uh-dozen frien's uh yours?" Though he wasn't really giving his new acquaintance time to answer, as he was heading forward, to begin walking, ready to get moving once again.

"So you know anyt'ing 'bout 'dese t'oughtful people, 'dat be so nice as to leave us a welcomin' presen'? I'd like t't'ank 'dem personally." Even as he said that, he was flashing a smile back at the Doctor, expecting the slightly shorter man to be following along. He was, after all, supposed to be his guide.

"Where you from?" Question after question, he didn't expect them all to be answered, but he was hoping that the Doctor would pick and choose, and give the answers that the mutant was looking for.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 02:34 am UTC (link)

It was a strange vibe the wild-haired Time Lord picked up from the red-eyed man. It'd been the same vibe since they'd met only a few moment's prior. It was like intelligence gathering. A recon mission that the spy thought was going much more unobserved than it was. Just because the Doctor chose not to think more on the rounds of questioning, did not mean that he didn't analyze the inquisitor a little.

"A few people I knew from before this place have turned up, unfortunately. The rest, well, I met them while I was here." Simple an to the point, the suit-clad man took up a place eventually more beside Gambit than behind. He wasn't the sort to follow really- and he never managed to do so very well. It was like a natural place for him to be, in front of or beside. Never behind, being in the back only made him antsy to get to the front.

For the moment, he let that test as to his friendships slip far downstream. Gambit was just showing how well he didn't know him, which was to be expected because he didn't know him. At all. If Gambit did know the Doctor he would have known better than to wonder about the nature of his friendships. "No one knows anything about the people who brought us here, there's speculation, of course," the Doctor trailed off, turning a corner and expecting Gambit to manage to follow. The Doctor had been quietly observing the way the stranger moved - it was graceful, an odd sort of movement for someone who wasn't trained in either combat, acrobatics, or dance. Something told the Doctor in Gambit's case it wasn't dance.

The Doctor ignored the question as to where he was from. If his instincts were right, this fellow would probably not settle for the round about vague answers he gave. Frankly, the Doctor was getting tired of trying to keep track of them all. Though, the vagueness did save him the incessant questions about the nature of his origins. Well, for some people, anyway.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 02:49 am UTC (link)

No, definitely not a dancer. But he did move easily, and when the Doctor turned, Gambit turned with him, almost as if it'd been choreographed. Almost at the same time. He'd been able to pick up on the way the Doctor's body had shifted, the way his eyes had turned, his head following slightly after. He'd anticipated the turn and wasn't surprised to find out that he'd been right on the money. Who needed to be psychic when you could be observant? And as for the friend comment, it was only more testing, and the lack of reaction had told him he was wrong. He'd test that theory later.. no use in bringing it up again so soon after he'd already made the false statement. Then it would just seem like he was grasping at straws... which was, well, exactly what he was doing. But it didn't mean he had to do it so obviously.

"You been here long 'den?" He questioned once again. So many questions, it wouldn't really be possible for the doctor to get his own in edgewise, not that he seemed to have any to ask. The one question he had asked had been very quickly answered. The odd-eyed man wasn't alien. "An' you don' know not'ing 'bout 'dese people? Wolverine tol' me 'dat we in a big glass box." He hadn't been around to check it out for himself quite yet, but he'd get around to it. "Anyone t'ink of t'rowing stones?" Yes, he was making a joke. People who lived in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. It wasn't really as clever as the Cajun thought, but he'd amused himself.

"'Dese people, you t'ink 'dey're aliens? He tell me 'dat 'dere are people here not from Earth. I expec' 'dey migh' be collectin' strange n'unusual people. Or maybe 'dey are 'de strange n'unusual people, and 'dey collectin' up good down-home boys like us, non?" That last part was a joke.. but the rest of it had been completely serious. "Never met an alien 'fore. Read 'bout 'dem, 'dough." But he wasn't going to go into detail.. he was, though, keeping sharp eyes locked onto the Doctor, waiting for reactions from the things he'd said. Every little thing helped him put pieces together. Slowly but surely. Maybe this Doctor knew more than he was letting on.

"An' you still didn' tell me where you from, Docteur." He reminded simply.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 03:03 am UTC (link)

The museum loomed ahead of them, down the paved street and slightly to the right. It would have been imposing had the torchlight not been quite so visible from their distance. The windows glowed a warm amber, though, the light from inside didn't cast out very far at all. It was more like a beacon than a flashlight.

"Eight days," the Doctor said simply, removing his hands from his pockets and slowing to a hault. "Where are you from then, Gambit? More importantly, I suppose, when are you from?" The Doctor was ready to play twenty questions all his own before bringing the stranger into his house as it were. "What's the last thing you remember before waking up here?"

"You see, my friends are in there," he cast a very serious look at the building. "So, I suppose you can see why it's sort of important to me that we understand one another." That 'understanding' as it were, was completely non-verbal. The Doctor didn't feel it needed to be said that should this Gambit try to harm his friends that the Doctor would be a very unpleasant adversary. Thus, the pause was quite pregnant as the Doctor hoped things that went without saying could remain as such.

"Who, exactly is Wolverine?" The Doctor didn't know that name, even if he did know Logan.

"As to Aliens, seems everyone here has come from earth, more or less. River said she was from a human colony in space I think," he scratched his head in an attempt to make it less thick, "That doesn't make her less human, however."

The Doctor wanted to get inside before either a clone or a weevil turned up. All he needed was a satisfactory response from Gambit and they'd be inside eating beans or candy or beer in no time.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 03:15 am UTC (link)

"Now he comes wit' 'de ques'ions." But it was clear he wasn't upset, he was smiling and lifting his eyebrows some, in a minute waggle, before they lowered again. "Knew it was only uh ma'der uh time." However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to answer them, and he was coming to a slow stop near his side. "Lou'zee'anna. On 'de Bayou." As if that weren't most of the state. "Yes'erday was June firs', nineteen nine'y t'ree." Not the future, then.. but rather, the past.

"Wolverine, he 'de big guy, wit' 'de claws an' 'de nas'y attitude. You don' know him? Trus' me, you notice him. Bad hair." Remy made a gesture then, like horns on his head, to indicate Logan's hair. "Go by Logan." He hadn't thought that the others might know him by his other name. But it made sense, really. "An' we have an accor'." He promised him with a smile. It didn't need to be said, Gambit understood. There wouldn't be any hurting of the Doctor's friends.. not unless they tried to attack him or something similar. Then all bets were off.

"Everyone come from Earth? 'Den why he tell me people from other places? He say Aliens. 'Dat means not human.. well, 'dat means not evolve from human." He had to put that clause in.. he and Wolverine weren't quite human, after all. Not anymore. "So I show you mine, Docteur, you show me yours. Where you from?" Prompted again. Information for information. Tit for tat.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 03:30 am UTC (link)

If anything, it ought to be clear that the Doctor wasn't at all malicious with regard to his line of questioning - really his tone was more like a ten year old who'd just discovered an intense interest in the nature of the universe and wanted to understand every nook and cranny. Well, that was true until he got to talking about his friends. Then things because a bit serious, though, as soon as that was resolved, the gravity of his tone faded and he was once again back to the bippity-boppity Gallifreyan once more.

1993? That made the Doctor's brows scrunch a touch. He hadn't met anyone here from that far back. In fact, it seemed most people came from 2000 or so. This sort of picqued the Doctor's interest - he'd have to remember to think more on it later.

"Logan? You call Logan 'Wolverine'?" His tone was clearly quizzical. It was more like a code name than anything - and the Doctor had already assumed that Gambit was more likely than not a code name itself. Not many professions used pseudonyms - Gambit was not a dancer nor a writer. "I suppose the name fits him." That would be as far as the Doctor would go responding to it. For now, anyway.

"Well, I suppose he meant parallel Earth's. There are plenty of those, it seems. Most of them seem to have the same geography more or less - but the rules are all sort of different. And Time, well, people are pulled from different times. So, it's a time and space thing, actually. However, humans all around, I'd say."

"Last thing I remember is London, 2008," he could have made up a date; but, he'd just have to remember it later. That was too much effort. So, the Doctor was making his way up the front steps of the museum.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-05-31 03:43 am UTC (link)

"Wolverine, 'dat's his name." Like Gambit was his own name. "No one calls him Logan, 'less he's in trouble." And even as he said that, a sharp smirk curved up his lips. He got some sick pleasure out of that.. but then again, who wouldn't? But it was very clear that the two of them knew one another.. or at least, that Gambit knew Wolverine.

"Yeah, he mention somet'in' 'bout parallel Earths. We sort of figure he from one, and I'm from ano'ner. I know him, but he don' know me. His frien' Rouge is my frien' Rouge, but 'dey differen'. Same people, differen' personalities. But him, he 'de same." It would be hard to change Wolverine, Remy thought. Really hard.

"Humans all 'roun', you say? You be wrong." However, that was as far as he would go with that line of conversation. It meant he knew there were creatures not human here. He knew it for sure. So either he knew that The Doctor wasn't human, or he knew that someone else wasn't. It could have even been that Wolverine wasn't human. "Lache pas la patate, Le Docteur." That comment came more softly and with a smile over at the older (much, much older) man.. not that Gambit knew it, yet.. or ever would, really.

"Two-thousan' eigh'? 'Dat's pretty far. No' unheard of, 'dough. But I can' help but notice you skirtin' d'issue. You 'member London, but don' mean you from 'dere. I 'member lossa places, don' mean I live 'dere. You not comfortable wit' tellin' me, I understan'. Only makes me t'ink y'got somet'in' t'hide, 'dough, refusin' t'answer simple question like 'dat." But he wasn't pressing anymore, he was just following him up the stairs of the museum, and would pause in front of the entrance, looking up and down at the double-doors there. "Allons." He was ready.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-31 03:59 am UTC (link)

The Doctor knew something about how eventually your fake name became your real one. He wasn't always the Doctor; though, over time it seemed his real name had faded away only to survive in the deepest parts of his mind. Parts deep enough he didn't travel there often.

"Wrong?" The Doctor's poker face remained quite intact. He wasn't quite sure to take the phrase as an observation or an accusation. For now, it'd settle in as an observation of the red-decked man. He could quite safely assume that Gambit was speaking of himself; and that would be the safest assumption of all.

The whispered phrase made the Doctor smirk a bit, and he shook his head as Gambit's line of rhetoric continued. It showed, at least, that he was paying attention. Usually he could manage to skirt questions so well because he was in a position to duck them through obfuscation or through plain distraction. With just the pair of them in the middle of a very quiet evening, it was hard to avoid or confuse.

"I don't live anywhere. I travel," truth and truth. If Gambit was looking to find out his home, well that would be a simple answer - he didn't have one. If he was looking to find out if earth was his home, that was simple, too.

"Allons-y," The Doctor said cheerfully. He never would have guessed that he'd have such a pleasant conversation with a red-eyed cajun.

The door was pushed open and inside the room was lit by torches. There were doors and passageways that lead off in a hodge podge of directions. Where the Doctor's friends were was unclear - the doors to the majority of passages closed as their occupants sought solitude for the evening.

Stopping to drop a few more logs on the fire, the Doctor offered a smile. "Looks like everyone is already tucked away asleep," he didn't sound too surprised by this and assumed Gambit wouldn't be, either.

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