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Character Name: Remy LeBeau
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[Option A]

[It's a bright and sunshiny day, and Gambit is not entirely amused that he has found himself back in Luceti. He's even less amused that he came back remembering everything that entails, although it has certainly come in handy, and at least he was not in a box this time around. The annoying thing is not knowing if anyone is even still here.

So, off he goes, shirtless and completely shameless, making his way through town and stopping just about anybody who looks familiar to ask the one very important question:]

So what'd I miss? Whole lotta nothin', non?

[Option B]

[It's been a couple of weeks, and Gambit has settled back in completely. The bad news about this is that it means he has officially gotten restless. And a restless Gambit is more or less a pain in everybody's behind, although, thankfully, he is taking it out on the Battle Dome instead of anything (or anyone) else.

Today, that means a full-scale swamp battle being carefully coded into the simulator, complete with radioactive giant alligators. Possibly with frickin' laser beams on their heads. You know, for the challenge. Of course.

The fact that he's taking his sweet time coding all of this in might be enough to attract suspicion all on its own...]

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[Unfortunately, her mouth has a mind of its own, and apparently a pair of legs or some kind of engine, because it's off and running without her permission.]

This ain't the bayou, Cajun. Don't you have any sense of class?

[It didn't matter, really, if he didn't remember again. It didn't matter. It didn't. Because she knew who he was, now, and she'd have said the same thing to him any time-- maybe. Possibly. Who even knows why she's saying it this time?]

[Just who he was looking for. Or. Well. One of the people he was looking for. But definitely the one he was looking for the most. Considering the royal mess of things that he remembers (fuzzily) from his time here before, he's a little surprised to get even this much of a greeting, but he can't deny that it's something of a relief. It's better than a punch in the jaw.

And so, he greets her with a warm smile. And doesn't bother trying to be modest, because let's face it, he knows he looks damn good without a shirt.]

'Course I do. Jus' so happens I was on my way to get me a shirt.

[The warmth of the smile is matched by the soft glow of his eyes. A silent 'good to see you.' Those kinds of formalities tend to go unsaid around here, after all.] But I don't see you complainin' 'bout the view either, chere.

[She crosses her arms under her chest.] Is there a petition I can sign?

[She sounded defensive. She was defensive. Gambit always managed to throw her off track, and it wasn't because of his - frankly - beautiful body, or stunning eyes, though that probably had something to do with it. It was the irritating way he managed to slip underneath her skin, and she was still angry with him about all the rest, about how he'd left and what he'd said to her in that stupid card that she'd still stupidly kept.

But she didn't know if she was being fair or not - and found, with Gambit, that she didn't much care.]

So I take it you remember the lay of the land.

[Aaand there's the defensiveness. Maybe he hasn't been gone as long as he suspected. It's hard to tell, but whatever the case, it's not winter here anymore. Rather than get defensive himself, though, he decides to roll with it.]

Sure I do. Clothes shop that way, hot springs that'a'way, Battle Dome 'way over there. And over there's a li'l ol' place I ain't allowed to go 'til it's after 3. [He thinks he may have mixed up the springs and the Battle Dome, but hell, it's the last part that's important. He gives her a lazy grin.]

How'd I do?