El Tango de Roxanne [Open]

[cardsharkgambit]

Being on board the ship for as long as he had had begun to wear on Remy, making him incredibly stir-crazy. He'd been down to the city. He'd seen the statuary. He'd perused the media library. But there was only so much exploring a man could do before it became tedious. Only so many statues he could look at. Only so much sitting on his butt

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[projectra]

"Well, that was quite pathetic, wasn't it?" a sharp, cold voice said, coming from the entrance of the Sensoriums. If Gambit cared to look, he'd see a willowy figure sheathed in cool, royal purple, her cold purple eyes staring at Gambit as an amused smirk spread across her lips. "Recreating your lost lady love with a subpar illusion." She pauses a few feet away from him. "I assume she's your lost lady love because of that expression on your face. So sad, so forlorn, so entirely pathetic." She raised an eyebrow. "How ever will you go on living?"

[cardsharkgambit]

As Gambit turned toward the intruding voice, the illusions that the sensorium had cast dissipated along with that forlorn look that Projectra had noticed when she arrived. The room became a smokey billard hall and Remy's expression became one of annoyance. "Ain't no one asked you your opinion. Has dey?" he retorted, turning sharply and walking over to an empty pool table.

[projectra]

Projectra looked around at the new setting and grimaced. How banal, she thought to herself as she followed Gambit to the pool table. "You needn't ask me for my opinion, I assure you," Projectra replied, "I am more than willing to impart them on my own. Usually for the betterment of those around me."

[cardsharkgambit]

"Mebbe you ought to better yourself first, mon chere," Gambit replied, taking a cue from the rack on the wall and chalking the end of it, "before you try betterin' Gambit. It make life easier on de both of us."

[projectra]

"I assure you, I am entirely perfect just the way I am," Projectra replied haughtily. "Nor did I come here with the intention to try and better you - I don't even know you," she added. "I merely came here to test out the illusionary capabilities of the Sensoriums and found you within here. I apologize if I've made you feel worse than you already are, though I doubt that's at all possible." She didn't grab a pole to play with him - does she look like she's from some heathen planet? - but she did watch him. "I am Princess Projectra," she added, by way of introduction.

[cardsharkgambit]

Setting the chalk cube down on the ledge, Gambit bent down, lining up the tip of his cue with the white cue ball.

"Dat so?" he said, arching a brow as he slid his cue back and struck the white ball, scattering the striped and solid balls that were clustered at the opposite end of the table. "Well, I got news for you, princesse, perfect or non, you a snob. And Gambit don't waste his time with snooty little girls."

[projectra]

"I'm a princess. What did you think I was going to be? Down-to-earth and kind?" She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a fairy tale princess, dear. Beside, I already apologized to you, there is no need for you to be so rude."

[cardsharkgambit]

"Ah-ha," Gambit exclaimed as he straightened, a wide, pleased grin plastered to his face. "So, de girl like to dish it out but she can't take it, is dat it? Typical. Look like you not so perfect after all, princesse."

[projectra]

"I can 'take it' as well as the best of them, even better in some cases. Don't underestimate me."

[cardsharkgambit]

Leaning on his cue, Gambit eyed her for a moment. He was toying with her, having a little fun with Little Miss Haughty-Taughty in an effort to raise his spirits after the metaphoric kick to the balls he'd just gotten from Stacy.

"Dis is you takin' 'it'?" Gambit said. "Bon, if dat true den Gambit hate to see what you not takin' it look like."

[projectra]

"And how would you suggest I take it," Projectra asked haughtily. "Being of obviously lower social status, I'm sure you've taken it quite a bit."

[cardsharkgambit]

"Gambit take a lot of tings quite a bit, chere," he teased. He might be being suggestive...or he might just be referring to his past as a thief. "Over de years I got good at it. But I tink you need a little more practice and mebbe you start with dat tiara you got stuck up your butt..."

He moves around the table and lines up his next shot.

"...but what do Gambit know."

[projectra]

Oh Gambit. While Projectra likes mysterious men with dark pasts and all that jazz (Timber Wolf is quite the perfect example of this), she's not easily won over.

She narrowed her eyes and dozens of balls appeared on the table. An illusion brought about by her, naturally.

"You think I behave inappropriately?"

[cardsharkgambit]

"Mon Dieu!" he yelped at the sudden appearance of the other balls on the table. "What'd you do?" he demanded, looking accusatory at Her Majesty.

[projectra]

Projectra looked down at the table before looking back at Gambit. Putting on her best poker face, she asked, "What do you mean? I merely asked a question of you."

[cardsharkgambit]

"Dat's not what I'm talkin' about," Gambit retorted, scowling at Miss Difficult. "De balls. Where dey all come from? What you do?"