and they said a hundred times i should have died

[bangyoudead]

Though the world has changed, Remy is a creature of habit if he's allowed, so he still sticks to familiar haunts when he's able. Stigmata is a habit because it's a constant, even though it itself changes - sometimes there's things in there that aren't there the day before, or after

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[all_inyourmind]

Pool is one of the few games that survived intergalactic expansion, and Athyr is used to playing with Lanselos and Gwenore. It's been a few years by now, of course--and they stopped playing games together as time went on because it only led to awkwardness--but he remembers the game well enough.

He leans on his knuckles on the edge of the table and asks, "Go a around?"

[bangyoudead]

Some things are just timeless - even the Shi'ar play their own version of pool. (Whether they yanked it from Earth or something else, Remy's never asked.) Remy finishes a swallow from his drink and sets the glass aside before throwing the stranger a smile.

"Sure thing, homme." Hopefully Athyr isn't bugged too much by his eyes! Remy starts fishing billiard balls out of the table's pockets, humming along idly with whatever song's coming out of the jukebox. "Slow day?"

[all_inyourmind]

Athyr is a man who can't die or feel pain (or any other tactile/haptic sensation)--Remy's eyes are not the strangest thing he's ever seen. He sets the wooden rack on the pool table for Remy, then leans against the table to watch him, shifting a little to find a comfortable angle thanks to his gunbelt.

"Slow day," he says agreeably. All days are slow, but it doesn't mean anything.

[bangyoudead]

So it's a mutual 'not weird', then. That suits Remy just fine; a guy gets tired of having to react to people reacting to him, as it were. He racks 'em up and nods at the other man while he puts the triangle away. "Your break."

Drink finished, he sets it back on the bartop and returns to observe. "I ain't played in ages." But he doesn't sound defensive about it, just low-key and conversational.

[fireburned]

"Playing with yourself?" It really would have sounded better if Harvestman had put any effort into it, but he sounds flat and tired. The innuendo's there if Remy wanted to hear it.

He's only wearing a t-shirt and jeans with holes you could stick a fist through (they were his favorite pair), but one of the nice things about Xanadu was that it could be cold as shit and not many people blinked twice at his lack of proper attire. He was putting off getting a new jacket that looked winter appropriate; his last one was too bloodstained to be rescued.

[bangyoudead]

For his lack of effort, all Harvestman gets is a saucy wink in response instead of the full-blown harassment Remy is completely capable of (and, let's face it, inclined to).

"Shocked as you may be to hear, I'm an adult who's perfectly capable of makin' his own entertainment."

[fireburned]

"I never said nothing 'bout you how adult you are," he says mildly, eyeing the pool table with interest. Remy is one of the many people he went off at for no good reason, and though he always gets around to regretting doing that to people, it's usually too late to apologize about it.

At least Remy seemed savvy enough not to take it personally. "Can't blame me for saying it. I don't get how folks play this game seriously."

[bangyoudead]

Being intimately familiar with irrational hot-headed reactions, Remy takes very little of that kind of crap personally. No big deal, in his opinion.

"Some people take fantasy football seriously," he says with a shrug. As always, there's the sense that Remy doesn't take anything seriously, which tends to either give off the impression that he's totally useless or that he's hiding more than North Korea. Harvestman is free to pick one.

[warped_inside]

Pool, beer, and Remy? It's like someone lit up a Tosh-signal.

"Remy!" Better put down the cue, you're about to get an armful of very happy to see you.

[bangyoudead]

A cute alien battery in the sky, perhaps?

"Toshiko!" He laughs, easily managing to hold both a pool cue and Tosh, because she get squeezed in greeting. "Looks like I picked a good time to go wanderin', no?"

[warped_inside]

Yes, that would do it.

"Looks like I picked a good time to poke my nose back into the Nexus," Tosh agrees, grinning widely. "I hope you're leaving folks a little bit of their money? Bus fare, at least."

[bangyoudead]

"I ain't workin' today," he assures her with a grin. And indeed, he's just hanging out and screwing around with the game, having a drink and listening to whatever comes on the jukebox. Every so often, he really truly isn't up to any troublemaking. (Yes, the moon tonight is blue.)

"You feel like playin' a round and tellin' me how you've been?" And can he pour you a drink, since he's refilling his own? Yes? Good.