Never fall asleep [OPEN]

[rat_des_marais]

Who: Gambit, !OPEN
What: He's basically mapped out all four districts, so he's taking a tour of the city the best way a thief can.
Where: The whole damn city. Pick a spot.
When: Kinda late tonight
Warnings: likely tl;dr. Oh and Gambit speaks a lot of French. And he curses, too. XD A LOT OF THINGS.
Notes: Doesn't matter where you are in the city,

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tl;dr

[rat_des_marais]

So, he had deduced that, while the East did have a beach, it was still quite chilly. Gambit had been looking over the landscape, when this particular building caught his eye... He left it... then came back... and left again... and came back again...

He took an internal sigh, looking the building over. This looked like some sort of museum, he could tell. Not like he was about to steal anything in this city, especially with no currency system... and the fact that the doors seemed be unlocked... Yes, he checked. He's cold, okay? There's no church around and he's not stepping foot in a crowded Welcome House.

He took an almost guilty look outside, before walking on in. He wouldn't stay long. There were still probably some form of security... Or maybe not. Didn't look like there was, anyway, and Remy was pretty good at looking through things like that. Sure, a few cameras here and there, but not really something for a museum this grand.

... This museum was decked out nicely. Not really surprising since one could Bend whatever they wanted. He walked pass a few of the dinosaur skeletons, checking things out as he went. Someone had spent time on this place.

He continued on, looking across the wall of paintings until he spied one... and backed up a step.

"Monet?"

He leaned in to look closer, holding his breath in case of sensors, before backing off again. He tried looking at it from a standing position, too... before leaning back in... then out again. Eventually, Remy took a few steps back, observing it as if he were thinking of buying, crossing his arms and even furrowing his brow.

"The Cliffs at Etretat. S'il agit une copie, il s'bon."

<3

[crazylikefawkes]

“C'est une imitation, mais pas dans la façon dont on pourrait s'attendre.” The voice was one Gambit might have recognized, although it was both startling and surprisingly close---the speaker stood just out of arm’s reach, smiling against the underside of his Fawkes face at announcing himself so suddenly and the opportunity to employ a second language (however heavily accented). Visitors to the museum were rare, and visitors in to admire its art rarer still, but V’s sense of humour was well-developed, and his idea of ethical action allowed him to act on it.

[rat_des_marais]

WOAH!

He jumped at the sudden voice, whirling to look beside him. Oh, it's just- WHO IS THIS? Gambit would just start running, but, yeah, that won't look guilty at all. Then again, this guy was wearing a mask and top hat...

Might as well play the nice card? And if things go bad, then run.

"Ah! Excusez-moi. Je n'entends pas une intrusion. Il fait froid et la porte a ouvrez."

[crazylikefawkes]

It’s just the closest thing to a curator the institution had ever attracted, nodding to acknowledge the apology and explanation alike, and speaking in even tones only through some substantial effort. “Il est toujours.” Despite the effort, he didn’t seem straight-faced; the mask made that much difficult, and especially on such short acquaintance. “Étant donné que le bâtiment est un lieu public, limitant l'accès des autres serait mauvaise forme.”

[rat_des_marais]

"Je vois," he took a breath and nodded. But even at night to leave the doors open...? Right. No currency. What about vandals...?

Whatever's damaged, taken, or destroyed could easily be replaced... This Bending thing was a difficult one to wrap his mind around.

"Je suppose que vous n'êtes pas peur de theives dans cette ville. N'nécessité d'être."

[crazylikefawkes]

“Exactement. Voler quelque chose de ce musée allait s'avérer inutile ; les pièces sont arrangés par la ville elle-même, et depuis n'importe quel élément volé resterait dans la ville…” V shrugged one shoulder, as if inviting assumptions. “Il peut récupérer tout ce qui est pris à son propre inclinaison; telle est la vie dans une ville sentient. J'espère que vous avez été dit que c'est une chose de pensée.”

[rat_des_marais]

"... Chose de pensée...?"

Still... um, trying to figure it all out, thanks.

"Il été mentionné..."

[crazylikefawkes]

The masked man shrugged again, this time lacing his gloved hands together. “ C'est la vérité, il y a à dire, aussi absurde qu'il y paraît. Vous verrez des éléments de preuve dans le temps.” He looked toward the doorway, attitude contemplative. “Drôle, n'est ce pas ? Article par article, la ville semble presque ordinaire, mais la somme de ces parties est tout à fait une autre chose. Parlant des sections de la ville, avez-vous vu notre Manhattan miniature? Je sais que j'ai fait mention de la tête de la liberté. Je sais que j'ai mentionnés à la tête de la liberté, qui elle marque au large.”

[rat_des_marais]

He... wasn't so sure he was so excited about seeing this... evidence the masqué spoke of, but it would be refreshing to realize that, no, he's not crazy.

He nodded in agreement that the city seemed normal enough on close inspection... or sort of normal.

"Non, je n'visité pas cette copie de Manhattan." He's had this conversation before... "Tu sont V, oui?"

[crazylikefawkes]

“Oui.” The word came accompanied by a single nod; revealed as an anglophone, the masked man was audibly amused. “I am, indeed. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, and to find someone with which I might practice my French. It’s been a long time since it’s seen anything resembling regular use.”

[rat_des_marais]

Remy actually smiled to that. "Well den. De pleasure's all mine."

He looked back at the painting before looking to V. "Ya live here?"

[crazylikefawkes]

“I do, and have so long I may claim seniority in the East.” Something in his tone---the snort near but not actually employed---lightened any implications of the Ashura's assertion. “Even so, I insist that those areas occupied by its exhibits are still public space; I spoke sincerely earlier. The museum is mine insofar as I operate it as a sort of storm shelter.”

[rat_des_marais]

Seniority? "How long ya been in da city, if ya don' mind da question?"

He looks again around the space that they're standing in, including back to the dinosaur skeletons. "Impressive 'xhibit." He would know. The job called for studying up on such things. Especially paintings. "I heard 'bout dese storms, bu' not a lot. I know dey don' soun' all dat fun."

[crazylikefawkes]

“Two years, now, and that time has been beyond belief.” V thought back to when he first Woke, thought of the stunning absurdity of finding himself alive and intact, laughing his sides sore, and speaking to every stranger. “They all are; you should see the wax wing, or our statuary. There’s even an exhibit housing bits broken off statues famous for the damage done to them.”

A beat passed, and he turned to face Gambit fully.

“They are things best braced for. What have you heard?”

[rat_des_marais]

Beyond belief? Yeah, he agrees with that. He's been here, what, three days? This place was incredible, and yet, still disturbing on some level.

Remy looked around at the room they were in again. "Den I guess I'm gonna have ta seem da rest o' dis place at some point.

"Ah, no' much. Mos' o' what I heard be from a guide someone sent me."

[crazylikefawkes]

“Five stories of art and antiques, from all times and places: I’ll encourage you, as it seems such a shame they are often ignored.” He seemed sincere, and sincerely disheartened by the arts being so overlooked; it came through in the sound of his speech and the set of his shoulders. “You might expect to see one for yourself next month. Might I ask when it was in your world? Year, month?”