He's happy to be here

[rat_des_marais]

Who: Gambit and anyone
What: Waking up in a horrible place
Where: District 10 Suites, the Common Area of the Training Center
When: Yesterday, before the crowning
Warnings: Gonna be a little slow, sorry


District 10
Remy stared at the room, then the peacekeeper, then the communicator he was handed, then the elevator the peacekeeper disappeared into.

He wanted to make a fuss, but the Cajun was still trying to figure out if this was some sort of horrible prank or if this was real on some level. Maybe this was some crazy telepath's idea of torture? If so, it would make more sense to add his friends here instead of total strangers.

Well, weirder things have happened... Didn't that guy mention something about dying?

Remy turned back to the room... "Bonjour?" Someone's having a serious delayed reaction.

Common Area
This wasn't a dream. It wasn't a telepath. He was about 85% sure this was all actually real. He had really been pulled into another dimension to fight people to the death. That was a real thing...

Remy just sat down pretty heavy on one of the sofas, rubbing his face. Might as well do so here. Everywhere else was full of people, too. He really needed a drink.

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[big_badass_hero]

Chris noticed the new guy right off the bat, walking over with two glasses of whiskey he set one down in front of the guy.

"Either you're new or really lost."

[rat_des_marais]

"I'd like to think the second," Remy muttered in his hands. He looked up to find this man and a glass of something he hopes is alcohol in front of him.

Without two thoughts, he gulped it down. Not much else to lose.

[big_badass_hero]

"Both works too. I'm Chris." He chuckled sipping his drink as he set the bottle between them. "Where'd they put you?"

[rat_des_marais]

He nodded, thinking on which name he should give and just settled on: "Gambit." That name would work for now until he figured out what he was dealing with.

For a second, he didn't understand Chris' question, until it finally hit him that they must all be in different suites. "District 10."

[big_badass_hero]

"I'm down in 8, and my mentor's probably going to threaten me with glitter again if she sees me drinking." He grinned, he wasn't really scared of Calico. "Been here for a little bit, you get the whole speech on why you're here?"

He took a drink from his glass. Beat going into the training room. He knew how to fight and survive, last thing he wanted to do was watch the kids flail at it. He really hated having to try to kill them, but figured he should probably start next Games.

[rat_des_marais]

"A little glitter ain't gonna get between me and liquor, non. Is that what the mentors are like?" Remy had yet to meet the mentors of District 10 and he honestly didn't know what to expect. Hardened murderers or lucky kids?

"Oh, yeah," Gambit answered, "an' I'm just so full of honor to be here that it's comin' out a my ears."

[big_badass_hero]

"Not sure what yours are like. One of mine's a punk kid, the other's a sweetheart when she wants to be. They all went through the arena, seriously it's fucked up really. They have kids in here, some can't be much older than twelve if even that." He leaned back in his seat. "They like you more if you kill in the arena that's for sure."

He shook his head. "Could be worse, trust me they'll probably be watching you like a hawk now." He lifted his hand to show the band. "Apparently they don't like it if you insult them. Almost all of district twelve has em, three in mine. Pretty much the people they see as a threat just because we don't play exactly to their rules. Haven't hurt anyone out here yet. Not my kinda thing."

In the suite

[paidinbeer]

A six and a half foot tall humanoid covered in stone, drinking from an oversized reenforced mug and brushing a young lamb with rainbow colored wool looked up to the greeting and blinked slowly.

"Bless you?" Orc had never been that good with English let alone other languages. So he mistook the greeting for a sneeze.

[rat_des_marais]

Remy blinked back at Orc. This guy was looking him weird? He looked the guy up and down, glancing to the lamb a couple of times.

"... Thanks." Might as well... be polite?

[paidinbeer]

There was a long awkward pause broken only by the sheep bleating which seemed to snap the rock covered being out of it.

"Oh...are you lost?" That was rare, Orc had never actually met someone more lost then he was around the Training center.

[rat_des_marais]

"Better be," Remy answered, looking around. "I don't remember volunteerin' for any fights to the death lately."

[paidinbeer]

Orc laughed bitterly and turned back to his lamb.

"That ain't how it works. They pick us, we fight. We die.i thought it was because god was mad at me." The craggy creature rambled in a slight slur. "But there are good people here too. Not just monsters."

A pause.

"But there are a lot of Monsters."

[rat_des_marais]

God was mad at him? That was a sound theory, considering their situation.

Remy frowned to the explanation. "At least it ain't all of us. What about you, mon ami? You one of those monsters?"

It didn't take a genius to figure out that he needed friends here, but the right friends. Not someone that would stab him in the back or get him stabbed there accidentally.

[xanthous]

The sofa he sat down wasn't unoccupied, which...is rather unfortunate for Remy. Maybe if it was any one else sharing the sofa with him, but he's found himself sharing a sofa with one of the most irritable, cynical people in the Capitol.

The Psiioniic sighs, heavily, though it sounds more like a whistle with the way the air rushes past his over-sized fangs. Mismatched eyes settle on him, and eventually, the troll huffs. "You're new."

It's blunt, and to the point, and when he next speaks the lisp he has is painfully obvious and painfully thick. "Ithn't that great."

[rat_des_marais]

Remy catches on to the attitude and narrows his eyes before even looking at the other couch occupant. "Trust me, homme, I'd rather not be here, too..."

Then he finally looked at the guy... He had never seen a mutant like that before.

[xanthous]

For a moment, he's not sure if he should be offended or not. He doesn't know what a "homme" is, and he doesn't know if it's a good thing or bad thing.

His nose wrinkles, and he crosses skinny arms over a just as skinny chest. "I don't think anyone wantth to be here. You'd have to be a moron to want to die over and over again."

[rat_des_marais]

"Gambit's guessin' that's why they don't take volunteers."

Who would want a bunch of suicide cases in an arena, anyway?

"So, how long you been here, then?" If he knows oh so much.

[xanthous]

"Gambit?" A curious eyebrow raise. He's not sure what the guy's problem with speaking is. "And from what I've found out about the Gameth, a lot of people uthed to volunteer."

He tilts his head, going quiet for a moment before hmm-ing.

"Not thure. Around five perigeeth or tho? No idea what that ith for humanth."

[rat_des_marais]

Oh right. "My name. Gambit." Excuse him if he enjoys talking in the third person sometimes. Though, his eyebrow soars at the next comment. "People signed up for this? Why?"

Perigeeth? He wasn't sure what that was supposed to be, because he wasn't sure what that even meant. But yeah. Not human, definitely. "Long enough is what I gather."

[letthemburn]

Sofas aren't something that Iskierka is really familiar with. She's never been small enough to fit inside people's houses before, and so everything is strange and new, in an unsettling sort of way. Still, she's a bit too large to comfortably sit on a sofa, plus the wrong shape besides. And then there's the matter of the various spikes she has, which are probably none too great to put in close vicinity to something upholstered.

Needless to say, it's not just sofa that are currently causing her no small amount of confusion. But given that Remy seems to understand the general purpose of a sofa, she figures that he's a good enough person to ask. The fact that he might not actually be used to the sight of dragons does really matter and she's much smaller than she normally is, besides - not much taller at the shoulder than a horse, which is about the most accurate assessment she can make.

"What is this called, please?" She taps a claw on the arm of the sofa as she says it, so as to indicate what exactly she means.

[rat_des_marais]

... Excuse Remy as he stares at the creature before him. That definitely wasn't a mutant... That was an actual dragon and it just spoke to him.

He blinks once the great beast speaks to him, trying to register exactly what it said. Oh, right. He looks at the couch, then back up to her.

"It's a, uh... couch. Sofa... Thing people sit on..."

[letthemburn]

That it did. Fortunately, she seems quite willing to wait until he manages to get over his surprise. True, she would have thought there'd be a difference what with her being smaller, but at least she's used to people needing a moment or three to around to answering again the first time.

Once the answer does come, she bobs her head in an approximation of a nod - presumably to indicate that she's stored away this explanation - and continues on. She might know what it is now, but that doesn't exactly mean she understand the point of having them. Not when it seems like there are other things that work just fine for the purpose, anyway.

"Is that not also the point of chairs?"

[rat_des_marais]

When he woke up here and was told that he should be honored that he gets to fight to the death with a bunch of other people, the last thing he expected was to meet a polite yet curious dragon in the lobby that was trying to understand furniture.

Maybe he found some way to get drunk... which suddenly didn't make this all bad.

After another blink or two, he answers again. "Yeah, but couches are more comfortable... an' ya can sit with people. Better for groups. And you sleep on 'em more comfortably."

Why on Earth was he beginning to think that maybe the couch is actually a useless invention? This is too deep right now.

[letthemburn]

The idea of comfort, at least, makes sense. Whether or not a couch could be comfortable for her is another question, but she's at least well aware of the intrinsic desirability of comfort. The rest... well, the rest can wait. It's not like the couches are going to be going anywhere, and the same can't be said of Remy.

"Oh, I am sure I could think of much more comfortable things. Couches look most inconvenient."

Plus she has a mess of spikes, which are probably best put somewhere that they won't poke inconvenient holes into the upholstery every time she shifts position.

[rat_des_marais]

"Well, they... for people... really... Désolé, who are you?"

And, more importantly, he's wondering if this going to become a thing in the arena. Not only other people, but dragons, too?