trans_9 | Shake Your Pom-Pom [OPEN TO ALL] [R for Poss. Language]

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Shake Your Pom-Pom [OPEN TO ALL] [R for Poss. Language]

In the corner of one of the sensoriums, the meatship's resident Cajun stood at a table rotating a glass of half-drunk bourbon with his fingers. The loud thump of bass echoed throughout the room and even, perhaps, beyond into the hallway where it might attract passersby. When Gambit, bored out of his mind with nothing to do, had asked for a nightclub, he hadn't expected it to be so complete. The room was dark, the bar and lounge area lighted with low blue lights, while strobes flashed violently over the dance floor which was full of gyrating bodies. Hell, it even came with it's own cigarette smoke-filled air--although it, like the 'alcoholic' drinks--wasn't the slightest bit harmful.

It was the epitome of 'just a good time', complete with the lack of consequences that were likely to kick some in the butt in the morning if it'd all been real.

"Now dis what Gambit call a good time," he noted aloud, lifting his drink to his lips.

[OOC: That's right. It's a club. Don't feel that you have to reply to Gamibt. Treat this kinda like the meet-n-greets. Just throw up a subthread--or tag into one--with your character dancing, drinking, playing pool, darts, whatever and have fun with them. Just look at this as one big CR opportunity!!]

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All right, well color him confused. In all his time at the Mansion, Remy never recalled seeing her there. Ever. Sure, there were a lot of kids there, but there was no way he wouldn't have remembered her. The pink hair and wings were a little hard to miss.

Then, Gambit's brow creased in utter bewilderment that this young thing knew who he was while he had no memory of ever meeting her. Then again, who was he kidding. Everybody knew who Gambit was. Especially the ladies. The expression quickly faded.

"De pleasure is mon, petite," he answered with a wink. "Now how you say you know Gambit from? Coz I don't recall ever seein' you 'round de Mansion."

"..."

Pixie's bright smile faded just a little and her wings drooped just a tiny bit. Well...that wasn't good.

"Umm. Hold on." She turned to the bartender. "Hit me with your strongest lemon-lime soda." Turning back to Gambit, she raised an eyebrow. "...what's the last thing you remember about home?"

"De last ting Gambit remember? Mon dieu," he said, scratching his head. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about was what he was doing right before he woke up on board the ship. But, from her tone it seemed that this girl might just be from the future like some of the others, which meant she probably knew about it anyway. "...uh, de last ting I remember is gettin' left in Antarctica."

Antarctica.

When was that?

Was that the Siege Perilous? No...that was Australia. And Pixie wasn't sure if Gambit had been part of the X-Men then or not.

I knew I should've paid more attention!

"Uhm. Yeah. Wow. I wasn't even a mutant then yet. Well, I guess I was. But I hadn't...manifested." In other words, her hair had still been brown, her eyes had still been white with blue irises, and she hadn't had wings yet.

Truth be told, Pixie preferred her current avatar.

"That...must be so weird for you."

"I s'pose," he nodded, drinking his bourbon. "Den again, I was a little relieved. Gambit thought he might die down dere when everybody left him."

"Wait. The X-Men left you for dead?" Well, this was news. Then again, didn't Gambit tend to flip-flop between being good and bad? Pixie wasn't sure. She did know that he had a tendency to speak in the third person. She just hadn't really believed it. Until now.

"Oui. Dat be how de cards landed," he answered with an uncomfortable nod. It was time for a little subject change.

"Now, why you say Cyke runnin' de school? What happened to de professor?"

Pixie paused to think about that for a moment. "You know how the X-Men kind of inevitably tend to lead dramatic, soapy lives? It ties in to that. But they essentially had a falling out, and Mr. Summers told the Professor - and this is all gossip, I could be wrong - to let him do what the Professor had trained him to do - lead." She paused and thought hard for a moment before adding, "He's also dating Emma Frost."

"Emma?!?" Gambit exclaimed. "What you mean he datin' Emma? What happen to Jean?"

Sometimes, I shouldn't open my mouth.

Pixie smiled uncomfortably and for a moment was tempted to dust Gambit. "She, umm, died. Again."

"Nooooooon ," Remy said with a look of utter disbelief on his face. "Dat not happen. Jean already die once and come back. She not do it again. Dere no way. De X-men wouldn' let dat happen."

"I don't think it was in the X-Men's hands, Mr. LeBeau," Pixie said solemnly. "Actually, from the rumours I heard, she ask Mr. Logan to, you know...stab...her." She takes a sip of her soda and tilts her head. "Umm. Are you alright?"

"She ask Logan to WHA...?" If Pixie though she'd shocked the Cajun before, now she really had. "Why would she do dat? Dere no way Logan would do dat. He love her. Dere no way in hell he do dat."

Dust or drink? Dust or drink?

Pixie turned to the bartender and points to Logan's glass. "Can you get him another eight or so of these? Thanks." She turned back to Gambit. "It's a long, complicated story, and I don't know all of the details. But it was Phoenix-related, and Mr. Logan was the only one who could stop her."

"Merde!" Remy cursed, downing what remained of his bourbon and setting the empty glass aside just as the bartender was bringing him a second. "Dat damn Phoenix been nothin' but trouble since it show up."

"Cosmic forces," Pixie said. "They're a trip and a half." Not that Pixie would know from experience. The forces she's dealt with are demonic.

And that's not something she's going to think about right now.

"It came back twice, too. Once for Jean, and once for the Stepfo - er - a group of telepathic sisters at the school." Pixie paused. "So, really, Jean died twice, but I heard the second death was a happier one."

"Dyin' never happy, petite," Gambit retorted, gulping down a third of his fresh glass of bourbon. "Do dis Jean know she s'pose to be dead?" he asked, referring to the Jean on board the ship--the one who didn't seem to have the faintest hint of who he even was.

"I...actually haven't met this other Jean, yet," Pixie explained. "But I heard this girl Wendy say that she was going to watch Jean closely because she was expecting Jean to, you know, start running around and go up in flames at any moment." Pixie paused. "I wonder if there's a cosmic fire extinguisher on board for that sort of thing."

"What? She tink de Phoenix came with Jean? Dat it with her now?" Gambit asked, his eyebrows eyebrows lifting in worry. "Ah, merde. Dat just what we need."

"She kept on saying that Jean was 'movie Jean' and that...ugh. I don't know. It was confusing. Where she comes from, we're a comic book. I didn't like listening to her. But she seems smart." Pixie bit her lip. "It's really weird here, if you haven't noticed yet."

"Non, Gambit caught dat drift," he answered with a nod. Weird didn't even begin to cover what he thought about this place because, while he was grateful to be alive and to have not been left to die in Antarctica, Remy was utterly creeped out by his new environment. Not to mention confused.

"You de first person I met dat even know who Gambit is."

Pixie grinned. "I can relate. No one here really knows who I am either. I don't think. Except that freaky Wendy chick." Pixie downed the rest of her drink. "But you get used to the place after awhile. It gets much less freaky. I think. I hope."