Birthday on the high seas

[tactilelearner]

Who: Spades and friends
Where: The Sun and other associated Spade ships
When: September 27th
What: Rogue is turning 18. Keimi organized a birthday party to her.
Warnings: Alcohol use, language, will be updated as necessary
Style: Any
Status: Closed to crew and invitees and friends

Birthday party -- Spade and Strawhat style. There will be headings for specific areas! Comment under the headings, make your own, do whatever. Tag around, threadjack, etc to your heart's content.

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[freeadvice]

[Remy doesn't pause between taking the bottle and and drinking from it - exhaling roughly as he pulls it away and sets it between them on the rail.

There's a few seconds of silence before he quietly speaks, just above the break of waves against the hull below them.]

I know.

[tactilelearner]

[She looks at him. For a moment, her expression is almost unreadable. Strangely neutral.

Because he means it. It is, actually, something pretty sweet. Considering the source, at least.

But... he hadn't faced Apocalypse. He hadn't seen the Eye of Ages vanish. Hadn't heard the professor's grave proclamations.

She looks away, out at the dark sea.]

No. Y'don'.

[freeadvice]

So tell me.

[He says it like it's that simple. Maybe it's the drink making him so sure but isn't that always his M.O. ? Self-assurance?

Or just plain arrogance?]

[tactilelearner]

Apocalypse.

[It's murmured. In a way, there might even be a bit of reverence in that single word.

After all, a mutant who could dominate the will of the strongest. Someone who could grab her, who could drain power from her. Someone they couldn't kill. Only trap.]

He's in the Eye of Ages.

Trapped but alive.

Logan referred to it as "falling through the cracks of time."

[Maybe the pause is theatrical. Maybe she's giving in to the drama. Maybe she's letting him influence her.

Because Gambit does like things dramatic.

But is drama is flashy, a magician diverting attention.

Hers is quiet, the creeping shadow against the wall.]

Look around.

What would you call this?

[Falling through the cracks of time.]

[freeadvice]

[It would explain a lot. It's been one of the lingering theories in his mind since he's gotten here. But he preferred not to think about it in light of the utter awesomeness of pirates.

...Yeah, he might have gotten a bit caught up in it. And Rogue's point isn't entirely impossible...

Still he is drunk, and doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of killing his buzz so he shrugs his shoulders and makes himself look confused.]


So you think what...we're stuck in the cracks with 'im?

[tactilelearner]

Seems as likely as anythin' else.

[Maybe it's not Apocalypse.

But the timing? And the strange, almost unrealness of the situation? It makes her think of Apocalypse. Of that resurfacing.]

[freeadvice]

So what 're ya gon' do about it?

[He seems a little more focused in now. Aware of the conversation in a way he hadn't been before.]

[tactilelearner]

Try t' find out if it's him.

[She shrugs again, holding out her hand for the bottle. She needs a drink just thinking about it.]

If it is? Find 'im.

[freeadvice]

[Remy gladly hands it over, wanting her more drunk and less serious just so he could steer the conversation away from this shit.]

An' somehow I don' see dis endin' in you jus' chattin'...

[tactilelearner]

Stopped 'im once.

[And she takes a drink.

Before giving him a bit of a glare, and her voice might take on just a bit of a bite.]

No thanks t' you.

[freeadvice]

[Remy offers a meeker smile, and doesn't reach for the bottle. Yeah, he figured he'd be getting an earful for that at some point with Rogue.

Instead of telling her the truth or - god forbid - try to apologize Remy shrugs and says the dumbest thing in the world:]

Y'all handled it jus' fine.

[tactilelearner]

Course we did.

[Now, there's the bite.

And it's accompanied by another good drink from the bottle.]

'S what we do. Handle things.

[freeadvice]

Yeah... [He just sighs, he's getting sober already - this conversation is very unfriendly to inebriation.]

Yeah, y'do.

[There's another patch of silence - made less awkward by the waves but not by much.]

So, hows it feel: savin' de world?

[tactilelearner]

Only thing I saved it from was somethin' I helped let out.

[So. Not that great, actually.]

Dunno. After all that?

'M glad t' be here.

[freeadvice]

Yeah, cause dat was yo' fault.

[He's being incredibly sarcastic.]

Well, y' still got someone t'watch over ya, any rate.

Lots of someones in fact.

[tactilelearner]

[That actually makes her smile just a little.]

I do.

Guess that means I'm gonna be alright.

[She hasn't forgotten a moment of that conversation. Of that day.]

[freeadvice]

Guess so.

[Remy smiles before casually reaching over her lap to pluck the bottle out of her hand. If she'll let go that is.]

[tactilelearner]

[She's not supposed to know what he's been up to. Far as he knows, they haven't really spoken. So...]

What kinda trouble you been gettin' up to here, huh?

[freeadvice]

[Remy shrugs his shoulders lamely. He's been adjusting - so far hasn't managed to convince his pseudo-captain to let him collect some profits when they make it to port but...]

M'workin' on it.

[tactilelearner]

'M sure you are.

[She actually smiles as she says it.]

[freeadvice]

Got a scary reputation to build up from scratch here, chere! Not as easy as it sounds.

[His grin is stupid enough to make said 'scary reputation' sound like a load of shit.

He likes to make it difficult for people (specifically Rogue's friends) to remember he was hired to give them near-death experiences.]

[tactilelearner]

Somehow, I imagine you'll do jus' fine.

[All he needs to do is attempt to blow someone up. That will send the message quite clearly.

It did before.]

[freeadvice]

Good t'know I got someone who believes in me.

[It's said with the tone of a joke but if one just looked at him as he said it....well, it'd be hard to tell if he were serious or not.]

[tactilelearner]

You're plenty good at makin' trouble. Should have a name for yourself for doin' it 'fore long.

[And, as lightly as it's said, there's something just a little more serious in her eyes.

That yes. She does actually believe in him doing anything he decides he wants to.]

[freeadvice]

[Remy smiles, looking up and the other direction like the stars are suddenly really interesting - it's a private smile he doesn't want to share it right now.

When he turns back Remy nods at the bottle in her hand. He doesn't want the tipsiness to leave.]

Pass the bottle?

[He wants to work on getting drunk again.]

Don' really stay drunk too long.