InsaneJournal

The more he explored this place, the more Gambit decided that these people hadn't collected up the most special, or most important of a set of people, as the Doctor had imagined.. but rather, these people had collected the strangest of those people that they could find. Wolverine, the Doctor, the wolf lady, and Edward? What had been up with his hands? It made the Cajun shiver some just thinking about it. Not complete. What did that mean, anyway? Well, he wasn't going to think hard on it, at any rate.. not yet. He had other things still to figure out. Wolverine had said there were thirty to forty people here, and Remy had only met four.. it meant he had a Hell of a lot of people yet to encounter, and he was sort of looking forward to it. As long as they were all as strange as the first three he'd met. It, ironically, made Gambit feel a bit more.. well.. normal. 

As he approached the next building, he looked it over carefully, squinting his eyes down to read the words carved into the stone above the entrance. The Library. That could be useful. And.. was that a tree growing out of it? This place got stranger by the minute. Still, he made his way half-way up those steps, before turning around to sit down on them and pull that small journal out of his jacket pocket. Black and red eyes rosed up to the building across the way. That looked like some sort of.. dance hall? Bordello? Well, that would be welcome, and the thought made him smile, even as he saw the small marker that identified it as a theatre. Oh well. 

His journal regained his attention and he stared down in it for a moment before drawing three circles and labeling them, then making a few lines to indicate roads. The last circle was added, with the label of Theater, and he was closing the book, then standing up again. An agile twist on the stairs had him facing the right way, and Gambit was headed up and to that library, pushing the doors open as quietly as he could manage before stepping inside. 

"Hello?" The Cajun called into the tree-ridden building. That was about the neatest thing he'd seen. But he didn't stop there, he headed on silent feet further into the building, looking around in an attempt to assure himself it wasn't going to collapse on his head.. and once he was certain of that, the Cajun slowly sat down on a bench near the central desk at the front and tugged out his journal again, looking it over and remembering what the Doctor had said. Whatever he wrote in there, other people could see? Well, he'd give it a try.