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[When Scott had last been aware, he'd been somewhere near the deserts of Mexico. Where in Mexico, he couldn't be sure, though there'd certainly been enough heat and sand to last a lifetime. It simply made no sense to pass out and wake up in a snowpile, more underdressed than he'd been in the summer sun. It's an understatement to call Scott alarmed. He scrambled to his feet, ears straining for the sound of something other than the whistling wind of a cold breeze. It must have been the fight he'd had with Mystique. He'd obviously lost, and she'd had him shipped to a different corner of the globe instead. Is she planning to keep abandoning him in different places until the elements kill him outright? He doubts he'll last long in sub-zero conditions without even a blanket to insulate him.

No. Scott decides instantly that he isn't in the mood to die today. Nothing good comes from pessimism. He'd found people in the bowels of a foreign country before, and he'll just have to do it again here too. Judging by the temperature, there might at least be some Inuit family that might be willing to share their igloo.]

Hello? [He ventures a greeting cautiously, and dares to crack a single eye open to see if there's some sort of civilization nearby. The small gesture alone sends a bright red beacon ripping through the flurrying snow -- hopefully not into anyone's personal property. There seemed to be some manmade structures just off to the left of the snapshot image he'd gotten. It wasn't enough of a visual to notice the journal lying open at his feet, but he isn't really in much of a reading mood anyway.]

I-is... anyone there? [He tries it again, more assertive now despite the telltale shiver in his tone. If there's at least one house, then there has to be people somewhere. With people come options. Maybe they'll have a phone he can use to call the mansion and get help sent out, or perhaps they'd at least have a first-aid kit and would be nice enough to patch up whatever injury was causing that bone-deep pain in his shoulderblades. If nothing else, hopefully the people here speak English.]

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You ain't in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. [Gambit slowly starts forward, card still at the ready. Just. In. Case.] But you prob'ly ain't gonna believe anythin' I say anyway.

It's not likely. But it's a better option than freezing to death.

You don't wanna freeze, you gonna hafta take my word on a few t'ings.

[He's fairly close now, but still keeping a good distance. This could go any number of ways, and he's not optimistic about most of them.]

You ain't too far outta town, at least.

Say I trust you enough to guide me there. Where are we?

Place called Luceti. It's a whole 'nother world, mon ami. Literally.

"Luceti"? So... Italy? [He doesn't trust that Gambit completely knows what "literally" means.]

Non. Las' I checked, Italy didn't have a buncha crazy scientists draggin' people into other worlds.

There are crazy scientists everywhere. [Not that he's bitter or anything.]

An' they got a habit of draggin' people into parallel universes?

[Skeptical as he sounds, he lets the charge drop from his card. It's still palmed just in case.]

I wouldn't put it past them.

That's what this is all about?

I'm not makin' all this up, mon ami. Wish I was.

You'd better not be lying to me, Cajun.

[Eyeroll. This is why he does not get along well with you boyscout types.]

Temptin' as it is, One-Eye, I'm not lyin'. If it'll make you feel better, you can ask Rogue or one of the others too, but they ain't gonna tell you any dif'rent.

[Sorry, Concerned Leader instinct only picked up half of that.]

What do you mean by the "others"? Who else is here?

[Don't tell him "Magneto and Sabertooth", LeBeau. It's tempting to see the look on his face, yes, but this is a man without his shades. Power cap or no, he doesn't dodge fast enough, that'll hurt.]

Storm, Nightcrawler, an' Jubilee, outta your X-Men. Couple others came an' went. Might recognize a few other people, though. We even got Cap'n America runnin' 'round this place.

[Luceti: Tourist attraction for seeing superheroes.]

[fdshukghfkf CAPTAIN AMERICA? No-- wait. That's an obvious distraction and Scott will not fall for it.]

So you're saying you're outnumbered and on your best behavior.

[Come on, Cap is the coolest distraction ever. Admit it. But Gambit just folds his arms. And grins. Because this is where it gets good.]

Outnumbered? Never said that, mon ami.

[Oh, that'll get a reaction all right. Scott's expression darkens, his hands balling into fists at his sides.]

Explain.

[Ahh this is priceless. He's probably going to pay for this later, but that doesn't mean it's not fun.]

If you're worryin' 'bout Magneto, he ain't here. Only mutants we got are the ones I already told you 'bout an' me. Hardly counts as "outnumbered."

[He grinds his teeth together, furious with himself for letting Gambit rile him up even that far. Of course he's being played with. His nerves are frayed, he's blind and disoriented.]

So you're saying I should feel free to open fire - you can handle yourself?

Not that I can't handle myself, but openin' fire ain't what I was sayin'.

[You really do make this too easy, Scott.]

'Sides, what if I said I was playin' on your side now?

I'd say you're full of it.

Ain't lied to you once this whole time, homme.

Then I'd ask how much you're being paid.

That's a better question. But there ain't any money here, so no dice this time.

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