2nd Card Dealt [Action/Voice - Backdated to Yesterday]

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit has been a frequent visitor of the Battle Dome lately. Not that he wasn't shy about visiting it before, but ever since the moon fell, he's been working out the excess irritation through copious amounts of explosions. Early today, he goes through his usual training of increasing difficulty in the Battle Dome, working his way up from a warmup

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[the_mighty_foot]

[On your trip from the store (and after she gets rescued from the tree), Remy will find that he has a 'tail' of sorts. She'll pad after him best she can, although she'll have to struggle through any snowdrifts he walks through.

If he looks down at her, she'll give him an open, questioning look in return.

...Any shrimp for your gumbo in that bag?]

[kineticcajun]

[It takes Gambit a moment to decide to glance back at the soft padding behind him. He's not too terribly concerned, and it's not too much of a surprise to see a cat following along.

Still, he does indeed have shrimp in this bag. And he can practically tell from that look what she's after. Foot, you are being given an amused look.]

Ain't it a bit cold for you out here?

[the_mighty_foot]

Perk!

[Foot will settle on her haunches and meows, the sound starting as a trill and ending in a purr.

Yes, it's cold. But if he's willing to share his shrimp, it will be worth it.

She'll give him her best 'may I please' look, still purring softly.]

[kineticcajun]

[Why is he getting this feeling he's going to end up caving in to this. His evil guy reputation is going to suffer for this, you realize.

Stalling on answering that plea for shrimp, he kneels down to inspect her collar. It's unfortunately not too much help in figuring out who to take this cat back to to try to avoid being The Guy Taking in Strays.]

Foot, huh.

[He gives her a long look, weighing options, before sighing and standing back up. If Nightcrawler sees this, he will never live it down. He can minimize these odds by heading back to the community building before giving shrimp.]

C'mon. Not gon' make you sit out here in de snow.

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[touchofrogue]

[It is a hell of a day to run out of coffee. Rogue is exceedingly unamused. She could have sworn there was half a bag left that morning -- and all her chickery was gone. It was like it was a conspiracy. A conspiracy to drive her out into the cold, wet, cold white stuff.

She is on her way to the coffee aisle when she catches a glimpse of Gambit out of the corner of her eye.

...so even Evil has to shop.

She'll just be marking his position and moving along, then.]

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[kineticcajun]

[Hey. Evil makes a mean gumbo, but even Evil needs ingredients.

Although there is a distinct lack of pre-made Cajun seasoning as far as he's noticed, so he's wandering around the store a little more than usual to make sure he has everything to make it all from scratch. And though he wasn't expecting to spot Rogue on his way past the coffee aisle, he's not particularly surprised, either. Weather like this isn't exactly Southerner-friendly.

And so, doubling back (on the pretense of picking up some cayenne pepper), he gives an offhanded greeting.]

Keepin' warm, chere?

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[touchofrogue]

[Rogue is scowling at the shelf. Why does the shift always move her favorite brand of coffee? It's great that it's here and all, but the extra challenge of staring at all the coffee beans every time she comes in here is not appreciated. As such, she had momentarily lost track of Gambit... all the same, as soon as he doubles back she sees him out of the corner of her eye and...

...well, okay, there was some something the last time they'd talked, but she (in her mind) had walked out the clear winner, so there was no reason to want to melt into her shiny new fur-lined boots. And heck, it is practically a Southerner's born duty to grouse about the first snow.]

No. How can anyone keep warm in this?

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[kineticcajun]

[He holds up the cayenne pepper in answer to that question and grins.]

I'm thinkin' this oughta help a bit. Maybe. Way too cold too early.

[Not that he'd appreciate any snow, really, but early snow is exceptionally unappreciated. He figures she can appreciate the sentiment, though; neither one of them comes from this sort of climate.]

You might be onto somethin' with the coffee.

[Stockpile for potential snow-in: coffee and cigarettes. Who needs milk and eggs and bread?]

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[onebluebamf]

What, can't handle a little snow?

[Figures. The Cajun would probably fall apart at two inches of snow.]

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[kineticcajun]

[Hey. Just because some of us weren't born on snowy mountaintops...]

Pilin' up pretty quick to be callin' it jus' a little. But I'm thinkin' I'm about ready to ride it out.

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[onebluebamf]

[Wow, you know what, Germany isn't just snowy mountains and peasant villages, okay!]

Really? Because if you want to stay in doors for the next four months, it's totally fine.

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[kineticcajun]

[Kurt, don't tempt him into plotting some kind of snow trap to dump you in.]

Don't think I could sit still quite that long, homme. Tough luck.

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[liketofu]

I...think it was pretty cold around this time too last year.

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[kineticcajun]

Guess it's better to jus' get ready for more of it, then.

'preciate it, mademoiselle.

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[liketofu]

It's no problem. I heard last year wasn't as bad as the year before that, though.

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[kineticcajun]

Kinda unpredictable, then? Seems like that'd fit the way everythin' else is done 'round here.

[temperedtempest]

[Hey Remy, guess who loves snow?]

[On his way out of the grocery, he might spy Ororo out and about as well. Which might be a surprise, as since the last experiment, she's been making efforts to keep from making contact with certain people... Gambit included.]

[But the snow was just so lovely today! She couldn't hide forever, and what's the harm in a walk? She's dressed in a coat, obviously for show because it doesn't look all that thick enough to keep her suitably warm.]

[kineticcajun]

[Storm, you are crazy to be out in this weather in such a light coat. Seriously.

Gambit keeps on his way, giving her a small nod in greeting. And then he slips a little in the snow, but you didn't see that. Look, he's recovered from it already! There was absolutely no loss of traction. Pure work of the imagination.

He may still be recovering from post-experiment awkward himself, but talking will probably draw attention away from said work of the imagination.]

Ain't you cold like that?

[temperedtempest]

[Well maybe he recovered from that imaginary slip because there was a sudden gust of wind that buffered him up to keep him from falling on his bottom. The weather does odd things here, sometimes, really...]

[When he does face her, she'll have both hands clasped in front of her, clearing her throat a little.]

As it happens, I am not. My body compensates for changes in the temperature, so I rarely feel cold...

[kineticcajun]

[That crazy weather around here! Wind gusts coming out of nowhere. Must have something to do with the snow. Right.

He cracks a slight grin.]

I shoulda figured it was somethin' like that. Pretty handy in weather like dis.