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[cajuncardtrick]

[A tapping sound is heard, like a microphone being tested for sound.]
Bonjour? 'ello?
The women an' the beads are gone. Now I'm in the middle of some city that's certain'ly NOT New Orleans on Mardi Gras.
Well... it's Mardi Gras anywhere right? So If anyone can hear me can y'all tell me where the party is? I have beads an' I don' plan on wastin'

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[voice]

[hunting_angels]

[A light laugh]

Party sounds great to me, but I'm not sure what this Marti Gras thing is.

[voice]

[cajuncardtrick]

Ah? You don' know what Mardi Gras is?! That's a shame.
[a short pause]
Excusez-moi...but who are you my friend? I don' often talk to strangers, but since you spoke outta this device, I figure you're here somewhere, no?

[voice]

[hunting_angels]

Oh--shit, that's right.

Eury Evans--wild businessman. And--you are?

[voice]

[cajuncardtrick]

Remy LeBeau, but mos' folks call me Gambit. I'm what one could call an entrepreneur. I do odd jobs. Usually whatever I'm offered, If the pay is good enough. What exactly is a 'wild businessman', if you don' mind my askin?

[Audio]

[sevenofnine]

I do not know "Mardi Gras", but you are correct in assuming that this is not New Orleans. The locals call it Disturbia.

[Audio]

[cajuncardtrick]

Disturbia hm? Well well. That's not where I was when I woke up this mornin. That's for sure.
Merci, chere. Might I get your name?

[Audio]

[sevenofnine]

It is normal to have no recollection of how you arrived here -- at least, from what we have determined 'normal' to be.

[There was a slight pause. She finds his phrasing unique.]

I am Seven of Nine. State your designation.

[audio]

[cajuncardtrick]

My...designation?
[a small pause]
Ah. People call me Gambit usually. But you. You can call me Remy.

[Audio]

[runawaybandit]

Beads?

[Audio]

[cajuncardtrick]

[He chuckles]
Oui. Beads. It's Mardi Gras and I am a man, after all, no?

[Audio]

[runawaybandit]

... I seriously have no idea what you're talking about.

[Even moreso than with most new arrivals, she means.]

[Audio]

[cajuncardtrick]

You don' know about Mardi Gras? Well, that's a shame. Would you like to here about it? You soun' curious.

[fortheoldworld]

You know, it hadn't even crossed my mind, that that was today.

[cajuncardtrick]

Mhm. Now, on any other day, I couldn't tell you what day o' the week it is, but New Orleans lets me know 'bout 4 days: Noël, Jour de l'An, Mardi Gras, an' o' course la Résurrection.

[fortheoldworld]

Now here's a man with some top-notch priorities.

[cajuncardtrick]

[He laughs.]
Oh no. I'm afraid you missun'erstan' me. New Orleans lets me know with her...festivities.
Now, who are you? A priest?

[Text]

[non_veritas]

King Cake is my favorite part of Mardi Gras, but I haven't seen any celebrations here. Perhaps it is because of the storm.

[Audio]

[cajuncardtrick]

Aha! So that's why there's no party!
Now my frien'...why aren't you speaking with me as I'm speaking with you? I feel it's only appropriate to answer speech with speech, no?

[Audio]

[non_veritas]

[The voice is low and polite, but not as expressive as it might be.]

Text is simply my personal preference.

I am not sure that large public celebrations are the usual habit here. We are certainly not in New Orleans.

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[cajuncardtrick]

Ah I see. You're right, my frien' This is not New Orleans. She is a beautiful city. This one...Not so much. What do you know of my New Orleans?