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After sampling what passed for food around here--Stacy really needed to get her hands on some cayenne pepper, maybe a little garlic, some parsley, oregano and bay leaves---Gambit found himself wandering around the city by himself. After making the rounds, he eventually stumbled upon the statuary, a large hall full of a various statues from a multitude of different worlds, times, and realities. Some of the events or people being commemorated, he recognized. Others, he did not. But, with nothing better to do, Remy wandered into the hall and began to look over the statues.

He was more than half-way through his little tour when he finally noticed something strange at the base of one of the statues. It was, what appeared to be, a switch. Furrowing his brow, he knelt down in front of the statue and eyed the device for a few moments. Looking back over the statues he'd already passed, he realized that they all had identical switches on them. Feeling rather adventurous--much like the proverbial cat that got killed by its equally proverbial curiosity--Remy flicked it.

...nothing.

"Now dat's silly," he thought aloud to himself.

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Did he just refer to himself in the third person? It's not as if Wyn has a lot of room to talk about weird, especially since she's on a living psychic spaceship, but... it was a bit weird. "I dunno. Trying to fix it's probably a bad idea, though, given the way the rest of the ship is." she says with a shrug.

Yes, he did just refer to himself in the third person. Odds are he'll do it again eventually.

"I s'pose so," he agreed with a nod. "Don't wanna go stirrin up no hornets nest on de first day, now do we?"

"Probably not. I wonder what they were supposed to do?" Wyn asks idly, giving the statue next to her (which ended up being Lord Nelson dying rather melodramatically) a critical look. She was sort of hoping they were robots, to be honest, but that was highly unlikely.

"Dunno," Gambit shrugged. "But if dey like everytin else 'round here, it prob'ly nothin good."

Yet, he moves down the rows and continues to flick the switches anyway.