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[solitaire]

_{( For once, Remy might actually be in his apartment. He's sitting on his bed, not in coat or costume but a simple cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's got a roll of cloth bandages, and is wrapping his hands methodologically. )}

Y'all really know how ta discuss, you know that? I'm very impressed.

_{( He's not, actually. He thinks the talking around such matters is a waste of time, and also a way to show the Initiative their hand. But he doesn't say so. )}

But I have ta say, all this bleak talk ain't really for me. Can't keep at it for very long. Désolé.

So, for those of you who care ta lighten the mood, here's a game. First player--that'd be me, I like ta deal--gives you a word. You say the first thing that comes ta your mind, after that. An' y'keep goin', over an' over, until someone cracks an' has ta ask the reasonin' behind your answer.

Whether y'tell 'em is up ta you.

_{( He laughs, to himself. )}

It's an option, anyways. If you don't wantta keep talkin' 'bout how unhappy y'all are.

_{( ooc / idk if this'll come up but if you want to threadjack and play with each other, i'm totally cool with that. )}

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voice;

[gingerscoops]

[Thank god. Wading through all this has been a PR nightmare.]

Oh, hullo. I'll play!

[solitaire]

How 'bout "shape," then?

[gingerscoops]

Uh, "circle"?

[solitaire]

"Danse."

[gingerscoops]

"Macabre."

[solitaire]

"White."

[gingerscoops]

Oh, "black!"

[solitaire]

"Chess."

[gingerscoops]

"Queen."

[solitaire]

"Independent."

[gingerscoops]

"Travel."

[solitaire]

"Vacation."

[gingerscoops]

"Beaches."

[solitaire]

"Careful."

[gingerscoops]

--Wait, why would you need to be careful about a beach?

I mean. Oh drat, I think I just lost.

[solitaire]

_{( Remy chuckles. )</sub. Y'did pretty well, though. Don't feel too bad. An', as for the question, it had a lot ta do with my old girlfriend.}

[gingerscoops]

[Oh. Girlfriends. He tends to forget that's a thing.]

Ah. Did she break it off on a beach or something?

[solitaire]

_{( Another chuckle, a little hollow this time. )}

Non. But, y'know, people tend ta dress down at the beach. An' it was... an experience, wit' her.

[gingerscoops]

['Dressing down' and 'experience' and 'girlfriend' may be fairly alien concepts to him, but he's not so naive that he can't put two and two together. Though how that adds up to careful--]

I'm afraid I don't really get your meaning.

[solitaire]

Well, you weren't really s'pposed ta. It's a little bit complicated, an' not in the way y'might think.

[gingerscoops]

I see.

[He totally doesn't.]

[solitaire]

_{( It seems disingenuous to leave it there. )}

People got powers, where you're from, kid?

[gingerscoops]

As in super powers? Like out of a comic?

[solitaire]

Oui, jus' like that.

In my world, that's how things are.

[gingerscoops]

[Alright... well it's not really the weirdest thing he's heard since coming here, so Tintin supposes he can humor the idea.]

So your lady friend had some kind of ability exacerbated by... skin. [Water on skin? Sun on skin? Skin on sand? The whole concept of skin on anything makes him a little uncomfortable.]