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GOOD AFTERNOON, CITIZENS OF THE NEXUS. Usually, Remy is content to… 
14th-Apr-2009 02:55 pm
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GOOD AFTERNOON, CITIZENS OF THE NEXUS. Usually, Remy is content to lurk on the sidelines and bother people in relative privacy, or to troll mercilessly from the safety of his PINpoint, somewhere far away where nobody can follow through on threats to break his face for hitting on you/r daughter/sister/girlfriend. But not today, oh no, today he is here asking a question IN PERSON.

And so: he is sitting the wrong way on a chair, arms crossed over the back of it, playing with a cigarette with his right hand (twirling and vanishing it and flicking the ends of it, bored, idle, something to occupy his hands and your eyes).

"So I recently figured out what my astrological sign is," he says, seeming very amused. "It said today I better exercise caution an' listen to my voice o'reason. Problem is I ain't got one, so who de hell knows how that's gon' go." He looks like he might actually light the cigarette he's screwing around with, but changes his mind. "Ya'll believe in that star business? What's it meant to do?"
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14th-Apr-2009 10:14 pm (UTC)
Jack looks up from his cup of coffee. "Do I look like a fucking teenage girl to you?" Beat. "Don't answer that."
14th-Apr-2009 10:17 pm (UTC)
Oh, there you are.

Remy just looks over at him with raised eyebrows and an expression of 'Fine, I won't'. Because he was totally going to say yes and they both know it.
14th-Apr-2009 10:18 pm (UTC)
Hello Remy, have a Lucy that appears out of nowhere for an appropriated hug, a bag of horrible Easter candy still in her hand. Speaking of, did you like the jellybeans? She thinks the pyramid was arranged very nicely, herself.

"It's meant to make you buy more newspapers and crystals and base all of your decisions upon whether Jupiter is in the rising pattern of Saturn so you shouldn't do your laundry on Tuesday because someone will steal your panties or something."
14th-Apr-2009 10:21 pm (UTC)
"Heeeyyy!" he laughs, turning around enough to drag her down into his lap when she hugs him. "Thanks for de loot, fille-- what oh god no not my delicate underthings say it ain't so."
14th-Apr-2009 10:18 pm (UTC)
"Stars had nothing with how I was born, so doubt they control me now." Flops onto the couch rubbing her temples as she kicks her feet up on the arm of it.

"Used to believe in it though. Before Dad told me I'm pretty much a female clone of him and the only other person on the planet he cares about."
14th-Apr-2009 10:24 pm (UTC)
Here's a shameless look up and down for the lady; Remy raises one eyebrow at her further explanation. "Switchin' genders ain't clonin', I don't think."

Not that test tube creations are anything new to him.
14th-Apr-2009 10:23 pm (UTC)
"I don't really believe in it. I think it's another way that people trick themselves into believing life is safely predictable."
14th-Apr-2009 10:28 pm (UTC)
"I dunno 'bout safely, wit' some of this crap," he says, pulling his PINpoint back out to sift through the plethora of horoscopes he found online. "Like this one says we're all gon' die from de bird flu in six hours."
14th-Apr-2009 10:27 pm (UTC)
"See, now I'm kind of curious what your star sign is." Shard pushes away from one of the walls, grinning. "I'm a Sagittarius. I have no idea what that means other than it's apparently a fire sign. So...I guess I'd have to go with no."
14th-Apr-2009 10:32 pm (UTC)
That's a familiar brand. Interesting. Remy takes it in stride, though, finally lighting his cigarette and giving Shard a teasing, somewhat sharp-edged smile.

"Guess, no?"
14th-Apr-2009 10:55 pm (UTC)
Looking over at him, Rogue tilts her head to the side as she regards him and watches the cigarette as it is twirled. Generally, she stays away from weird dimensional...whatever, but after a mission, she'd found herself wandering.

She can't seem to stop herself from clearing her throat as she crosses her arms over her chest, standing a good distance away. "Ain't nothin' wrong with believin' in thin's, y'know. Tends t'help people gain perspective on themselves."
14th-Apr-2009 11:05 pm (UTC)
The start at that voice, her voice, is minimal, but if anyone knows him well enough to catch it, it's someone like Rogue. Remy looks over at her, a mixture of anticipation and something distinctly kicked puppy appearing for a split-second before it's whisked away back under his facade like everything else of emotional significance in his life.

"Hey, chere." Not his Rogue - he can tell, if only because she's actually speaking to him. Still, his voice is a little softer, a little more fake-casual as he pretends seeing her doesn't throw him and make him vulnerable. "I believe in plenty, no? Never quite got de hang'o all this, though."
14th-Apr-2009 11:11 pm (UTC)
"Weeeeell, I don't know how much I believe in it, but it is kinda fun to think about. I'm a Leo, with Cancer rising -- and that seems about right, 'cause I'm kinda loud but I'm real maternal at the same time."

She looks thoughtful as she contemplates the question further. "I find personalized horoscopes to be quite uncanny in their insightfulness! Buuuuut, day to day ones are usually so broad that they're mostly crap. So I wouldn't, y'know, put too much faith in excersizing caution or whatever, no more so than you normally do."

Another pause.

"Also, hi."
14th-Apr-2009 11:22 pm (UTC)
"What's de risin' bit mean?" he asks, curious. Look he JUST figured his own sign out, he's got no clue about the rest of it. He doesn't even know his own birthday, ahaha.

And then he grins. "Hey, girl! How you been!"
14th-Apr-2009 11:20 pm (UTC)
"I think the reading rather depends on the source," Wanda points out, with a small smile, "you know there are plenty of people who would categorize tarot with Western astrology as being similarly nonsensical."

Hi, Remy, your housemate is here.

(Does she count as his voice of reason?)
14th-Apr-2009 11:34 pm (UTC)
(No, not at all, she voluntary lives with Remy. Obviously she is insane.)

"Tarot's from de inside, though, I don' get de stars. Do you?" He grins at her, a much better actor than other people. For a second he has this strange pull inside him - like he half wants to go over and hug her and half wants to get up and leave, and he doesn't know why, so he ignores it, and nothing indicating any of that ever shows outside his own messed up little head.
14th-Apr-2009 11:49 pm (UTC)
Looks like Grif's managed to sneak out to the Nexus again. He listens to Remy's question, and gives a shrugging shake of his head.

"Nah. Not much point. I mean, some of the Earth-side news sites still carry them, but more as a humor thing than anything else. That sort of thing kind of breaks down when you get out into space and the constellations are all different, y'know? Also, I don't remember my birthday, so it's not like I could even look it up for a laugh."
15th-Apr-2009 12:04 am (UTC)
"Yo, man." Remy nods at Grif. "Yeah, I dunno what my birthday is either, but I got de energy looked up. I guess people can do that." And he's not exactly one to look down his nose on things like that, considering.
14th-Apr-2009 11:57 pm (UTC)
"On Bas-Lag, they can have a special significance, especially when working certain types of thaumaturgy, but all the stars here are different." Doul shrugs, "I've always put my faith in the moon and her daughters."
15th-Apr-2009 12:06 am (UTC)
Remy raises a hand in friendly greeting. "Is it accurate at all?" he's genuinely curious as far as that goes.
15th-Apr-2009 01:21 am (UTC)
"Shit, yeah." The Friday feeling develops way too early, given that it’s not even midweek. You’ll be in a very bubbly, sociable frame of mind. That's Griffin in a nutshell! Amirite? Yeah? Yeah?? Awesome. Also congratulations, he never thought he'd actually voluntarily type out the URL 'my.horoscope.com' before. "Voice've reason is Sagittarius, innit? We are totally compatible today. ... Okay, maybe it's a little crap."
15th-Apr-2009 01:38 am (UTC)
Frysquint. Hasn't Remy seen you before? Who knows, with all the alternates around, he's run into himself a few times already.

All the same, he sits back, arms spread in a 'c'mon now' gesture. "Compatible, homme? C'mere an' show me." TROLLIN'.
15th-Apr-2009 03:24 am (UTC)
May looks down and smiles, lazily stretched out on a wall. "I'm not a big believer, it seems pretty hokey. But I guess the advice isn't always so bad - go do something, don't people you know you're not compatible with, enjoy your life..."
15th-Apr-2009 03:58 am (UTC)
Remy looks up, tilting his head and smiling in hello. It's always nice to see a friendly neighborhood spider-person. Especially when they aren't glowering at him for his morals! ... Yet.

"I like that outlook," he says, chuckling.
15th-Apr-2009 03:26 am (UTC)
"Aaaah." It was a thinking 'aaaah,' one that implied thinking-like activities. She scratched at her shoulder, absently. "I don't. If only because the stars change constantly, and in an infinite multiverse I can't trust... I mean, which set of stars am I listening to?"
15th-Apr-2009 03:59 am (UTC)
"I'd think de one you was under, no?"
15th-Apr-2009 04:21 am (UTC)
Oh look it's a Dawn. "Sometimes Anya planned her and Xander's sex life around their horoscopes." She takes a thoughtful bite of red vine. Easter candy sales post Easter are her favorite time of the year. "That was kind of weird."

Clearly, that answers your question, right Remy?
15th-Apr-2009 04:48 am (UTC)
"Hey, kiddo." Blah blah she's legal blah she'll always be a baby to him, DEAL.

He tilts his head, contemplating that. "...Whatever floats your boat, as they say."
15th-Apr-2009 05:22 am (UTC)
"Astrological what?" Give Johnny a second.

Wait for it.

... Yeah, no, he has no idea.
15th-Apr-2009 05:42 am (UTC)
Oh hey, a kid who looks like a street urchin. A nostalgic and familiar sight, and one that seems to be a bit out of his depths, here.

"You know your birthday, bo?" Remy asks, leaning on his crossed arms.
15th-Apr-2009 05:30 am (UTC)
It can be entertaining for non-believers and life-or-death for the ones who do believe. Besides, the advice is generally so general that it can apply to anyone and sometimes it's fun to do on a whim. Or it can be a cheap and fast pickup line, a conversation starter, a way to connect to a stranger.

I don't know my birthday, though, so I have no idea what I am.
15th-Apr-2009 05:52 am (UTC)
Remy chuckles at the idea of it being a cheap pickup line, because what else is he doing right now, but playing at being a pickup artist to the multiverse en mass?

"I don' know what mine is either," he says with a shrug, "I got my aura read."
15th-Apr-2009 06:35 am (UTC)
"I'm sure you'll find one somewhere," Jean-Paul says, looking on with mild exasperation at Remy's inability to utilize furniture properly.
15th-Apr-2009 06:51 am (UTC)
"Look who it is, out in de thick of it," he drawls, lounging all over his chair in a way that should really not be possible. "For de record, homme, ya'll don' count. You live wit me, which means your judgement's shot right to hell."
15th-Apr-2009 08:54 pm (UTC)
"It meant to separate the idiots from the rest of us who have sense enough not to believe what some old hag typed up in her spare time," Cindy answers. Horoscopes? Wordy bullshit in her eyes.

Admittedly, though, Cindy does flip to that page once she's done reading the celebrity gossip section. She'll never tell anybody about that.
15th-Apr-2009 10:41 pm (UTC)
"Now there's an opinion," Remy laughs, giving Cindy a gracious nod in greeting. He pauses for a moment, then: "Haven't I seen you drunk before?"
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