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Dear Slobo... [open]
All he had wanted was some peace and quiet. First, he had found a way to rig the TVs in the hotel to link to the ship's library. Second, he had convinced Stacy to just let that be, and explained how odd "pulsing walls" were to most of them. Finally, he had found a couch on the far wall in the lobby that had the best view of the big screen TV the lobby had, and marked it. Above it on the wall was a plaque that read as such: RESERVED FOR FORMER YJERS/TITANS WHO WERE DECLARED DEAD IN THE LINE OF DUTY.
However, these were not exactly detractors in everyone else's mind. Every time he tried to relax and just read his back issues of "Crazed Merc" magazines, someone came in, sat down in the nearest chair, and asked him about... whatever was on their mind. He couldn't stop it, he knew it from the first. When the crazy japanese kid who he had previously lead to the sensoriums had shown up asking him about whether he should go to a dance, he had given advice. Then the priest showed up, asking about what the Outsiders were about. Now, Slobo was just waiting for the next person to come asking him, of all people, for information or advice. So he was more waiting than relaxing...
However, these were not exactly detractors in everyone else's mind. Every time he tried to relax and just read his back issues of "Crazed Merc" magazines, someone came in, sat down in the nearest chair, and asked him about... whatever was on their mind. He couldn't stop it, he knew it from the first. When the crazy japanese kid who he had previously lead to the sensoriums had shown up asking him about whether he should go to a dance, he had given advice. Then the priest showed up, asking about what the Outsiders were about. Now, Slobo was just waiting for the next person to come asking him, of all people, for information or advice. So he was more waiting than relaxing...
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The former thief had been wandering the city, unable to sleep because of all the damn nightmares, when he'd come upon the hotel with the word 'outsiders' written on it in graffiti. Walking inside, he looked around the rather luxurious lobby and let out a low whistle.
"Dis is nice," he said, "Somebody be movin' up in de world, no?"
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"Maybe. What's it to ya?" Even after the laugh, he returned to stoic stone-facedness. "Ya either got questions er comments, an' all are welcome here."
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"So, what wit de sign?" he asked. Ok, so maybe he did have a question or two.
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"Ain't against anyone, jus' what I did."
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"Not dat one, homme," he explained, pointing toward the doors of the hotel. "De one outside. De red one dat say 'Outsiders.'"
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"We take care o' the folks who don't feel like they fit in with the rest of the cookie cutter crew."
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"What ya got, homme?" Gambit asked, paying no mind to the minor damage he'd done.
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"We stand fer, and accept those, who don't feel like they got anyone else, even when they're on a ship o' freaks. We give team trainin', and exercises, and peer counselin', and just plain' hangin' out. And we gotta a hell o' a lawmaker." Slobo made a thumb towards himself.
"If yer willin' ta listen ta a guy who can't die fer trainin', an' a guy who controls energy as a leader, ya might have a serious place here, cajun."
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"Fact is, pal, yer either with people er ya ain't. Ya wanna hear what we're about an' then decide, er do ya jus' wanna play cap'n cool the rest of yer life with other people wantin' ta kill ya?"
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"I ain't your boss and you ain't mine, comprenez-vous?" If it was a team, Slobo wanted to build then orders weren't going to be enough. There was more to teamwork that just following orders. In fact, sometimes orders got in the way more than they helped. Gambit knew that much.
"But, sure, what you got for Gambit?"
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"We offer a kinda... family... and a kinda... leverage..."
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"But even our leader don't walk around with an obvious codename. Part o' bein' an' Outsider is trust. Me, I don't got a codename. I'm just Slobo." His grin grew slightly wider. "But I ain't got not family, even before now, an' nothin' ta fear. Ya want in, me an' Static get a first name, at least."
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