http://top-teen-38.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] top-teen-38.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-02-17 09:10 pm

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...

[identity profile] cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Have a Cajun mutant, Slobo.

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?"

[identity profile] cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"No, Gambit got no questions," the Cajun replied, diverting his red on black eyes to Slobo as he walked over to an empty, overstuffed chair and plopped himself down into it.

"So, what wit de sign?" he asked. Ok, so maybe he did have a question or two.

[identity profile] cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Gambit nodded, finally noticing the plaque.

"Not dat one, homme," he explained, pointing toward the doors of the hotel. "De one outside. De red one dat say 'Outsiders.'"

[identity profile] cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah," Gambit gave a nod. He pulled out a deck of cards from his duster pocket and started playing with them. "Bon, Gambit feel de same way, mon ami. Don't no one seem to want Gambit's help round here."

[identity profile] cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Holding up one of the cards, Gambit charged it with kinetic energy and hurled it across the room where it exploded when it struck a vase sitting on a table. The vase shattered, spraying that section of the lobby with ceramic shards, and the table was blown out a nearby window.

"What ya got, homme?" Gambit asked, paying no mind to the minor damage he'd done.

[identity profile] cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Gambit got de trainin' he need," the Cajun answered. He'd had a few years of it, working alongside the X-men. He knew how to work as a team and on his own. Just because the team changed didn't mean he couldn't work in it. "And he not gonna follow orders just cause dey's orders. No matter who be givin' 'em."

[identity profile] cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
"De fact is, homme, I ain't no one's slave. You want Gambit to do someting, you either tell Gambit why or you ask nice," Remy replied. Just because he wasn't willing to follow the command staff's orders blindly didn't mean he was going to blindly follow those of someone who disagreed with the command.

"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?"

[identity profile] cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Dat right?" Gambit said, intrigued that he would be accepted over others. "Like who?"

[identity profile] cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
He is quiet for a few moments as he ponders the proposition. Then, finally, he gives a nod. "All right, homme. Count me in. And de name is Gambit."

[identity profile] cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com 2010-02-18 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
A first name? Was that all? Hell, Gambit wasn't never the type to keep any of his names a secret. "Remy," he answered, obviously unfazed by the demand. "Remy LeBeau."