I'm Alive... Dat's Something Anyway [ota]

[red_eyed_cajun]

It wasn't until he'd woken up the next morning and discovered himself still laying on the soft silken sheets of his bed in the hotel bedroom that it became clear that he wasn't hallucinating. He wasn't still freezing to death in the middle of Antarctica. So maybe he really had been helped by a loud drag queen. He'd have to message her to say thanks

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[faramir_hurin]

The man looks rather odd. I see him out of the corner of my eye at first and, with the long hair and stubble, somehow think he's a soldier from home. Of course that's ridiculous, since he's wearing modern clothing and I smile over in embarrassment.

By the Valar, the last person I met with red eyes had green skin. Not that this one looks particularly well, but he's not bright green.

Like I can talk strange--I'm wearing a cloak instead of a modern coat.

Is otherwise wearing modern clothing, except for the boot knife.

[red_eyed_cajun]

Remy met the smile, wondering why the man was acting so strangely. Maybe he was just drunk. Lord knows Remy wished he was. He sat down at the table next to him and gave a quick order to the waitress, barely even looking at the menu before he decided. He wasn't being particular seeing on how hungry he was.

He nodded to the man after the waitress walked off, "Evenin'."

[faramir_hurin]

Of course he noticed. Oh well.

"Good evening." I'm trying to figure out how he ordered so quickly. The menu is large (well, to me) so perhaps he knew what he wanted. Either that or he's been here a long time and I've just totally missed it. Possible, but his appearance sticks out. Not like the Hobbits did or certain others, but somewhat.

"Sorry for the look earlier. You seemed familiar." That happens often enough here and is true.

[red_eyed_cajun]

"Do I?" he took a long drink of the beer that the waitress set in front of him, smirking, "You know 'nother handsome devil wit' red eyes?"

Not that he was feeling in a particularly joking mood, but he was using it to cover up the fact that he was heavily depressed about a great many things.

[faramir_hurin]

I can only laugh.

"The only other person I've seen with red eyes such as you have had green skin. Before I saw those, I thought that you could well be a soldier from home. Our red eyes are the tired kind, though."

His way of speaking is somewhat familiar but something's different. I've met women who spoke somewhat as he does.

"Are you from..." Which state was that? "Louisiana? Or somewhere near?"

[red_eyed_cajun]

"Mais, I'm no soldier." Not entirely true, he'd been a part of a team and he fought battles, still he didn't view himself as one.

Remy nodded, "Das right. New Orleans."

[faramir_hurin]

"I've met several people from Louisiana." This is going to sound really strange. "I've heard of New Orleans--the strange restaurant here in the village that changes has become several places there that I've dined in. From what little I've seen in them, it's a beautiful place."

The restaurants have open window-doors and garden courtyards in them, at least the few I've seen. They have a comfortable feel if spicy--though very good--food.

"It might be a sign that I've been here too long that I speak so easily of a restaurant that changes. If you've never been there, it's no person that changes it. It just... does."

[red_eyed_cajun]

Remy just stared at his explanation of this restaurant. Finally he just scoffed throwing a hand up in the air, "Fine, yes, sure. A restaurant dat changes on it own. Why not? I suppose I've seen stranger..."

[faramir_hurin]

Oh dear

[red_eyed_cajun]

"I've only been here since yesterday." he admitted, "Only left my room dis evenin'."

Remy blinked, "Are you actually transported or is it a replica of de place?" He did wonder what restaurants appeared from New Orleans but didn't ask.

"Some stare. Some do worse. Tink I'm the devil or somethin'. Growing up de even called me 'Le Diable Blanc'." His food came over and once the waitress had left he started to eat, grateful for it because he was starving and because it gave him a distraction from talking about how people treated him being what he was.

[faramir_hurin]

He must have left the room because he was hungry. I can see that he was tired before

[red_eyed_cajun]

"I arrived in nothin' but my pants." he told him, but then coming here had been a relief since he'd been in the middle of Antarctica at the time.

Remy listened while he ate, "I've met demons, vampires, and the like. But where I'm from dey ain't so common." Mutants were though, "I didn't consider it rude... just I dunno, forward I suppose is de word."

[faramir_hurin]

"The same for me. Well, I had a shirt but it was torn too badly to be worn." And fell off when I stood up.

"I never met any of those things at home but I have here. I've met many different sorts here, even Elves that's I've not met at home." From home.

"I guess I'd rather be forward than backward." I laugh. "But not so much that the ladies would not speak with me."

[red_eyed_cajun]

Remy laughed back, grinning, "Some ladies like de men who are very forward, no? I've certainly never had any problems."

Except when they abandoned him in the middle of a freezing wasteland. Details.

[faramir_hurin]

"I've been told--by ladies--that they do like my old-fashioned ways. Forward they are not, not compared with the modern men they're used to." I shrug again. "In that, perhaps I should be less backward, though even after being here a while some of the modern women..."

They are too forward for me.

"It still can shock me and I suppose it always will, especially what so many wear, or don't wear, in the summertime. It's not so shocking yet that I have not come to appreciate it."

I myself don't dare to be so forward with women. Talking, yes.

[red_eyed_cajun]

Remy just smiled over his beer, "Den I'm glad I am not shocked..."

Because he appreciated it greatly.