[A rustle and a grunt are heard before Gambit's voice comes in, slow, drawn out and Cajun as ever. He sounds deadpan and maybe even sad.]

Well. Looks like y'all took it upon yourselves t'go an' let somethin' horrible happen. I reckon I should jus' stop gettin' close to people 'round here. Mon Dieu, Disturbians. Can't y'all jus' relax an' take it easy? That includes th' recently departed, for sure. I ain't gonna go out an' seek revenge or nothin', but Axel an' Xanxus--'specially Axel--if I see you out an' about--be ready to know why the used to call me le diable blanc--that is--th' white devil.

Well, I am rather curious. How many of you come from a world where people are oppressed? An' what kinda things do the oppressed have t'go through? An' hell, what side do you find yourselves on? Are you th'...ruling class or those under foot, so to speak? An' finally, why d'you reckon you're on that end of things?

[A brief pause, as if in consideration.]

Now, I'm not tryin' t'pry. I'd just like a little background on some of y'all.

[The screen flickers on and Remy is sitting on his bed, looking at it quizzically. Once he's satisfied it's working, he runs a hand back through his hair and begins to speak softly, but with a slight edge of anger.]
Something has come t' my attention. Someone needs t' put prince th' ripper in his place. As most of you are aware, he went off an' killed a friend of mine an' I'm frankly not happy wit him. I'd very much like t' teach him a lesson myself. But if any of y'all wanna rough him up a bit, be my guest. An' as for you, Bel--well--you just need t'watch yer back.
[His eyes are burning red embers in his sockets by the time he finishes talking.]

Bonjour, mes amis! I do not know what came over me the last few days, but I'm glad it's over. Now let me get t' the point. I would like to go out. Maybe job hunting, maybe some drinkin', maybe some espionage? Anything, really. I'm rearin' t' go!

Why does everyone in this city keep disappearin? It makes me nervous, you know? I don't like it in the least. Why would it happen sporadically sometimes and then a bunch in about a week? Thoughts? Anyone?

So, how can I make a better Gambit? Tips? Anything? I'd love to here from you guys,and, you know, don't say anything I wouldn't.

Interestin' buncha people around here, I reckon. S'a fairly dangerous lot, too. I wonder, though, what is it that makes y'all special. Why do y'all reckon you're here for, anyways?

[screened to Faust || hackable.]

Monsieur Faust, I may be in need of some medical attention. I got cut up bad in a fight. Can you help me? An' if so, how much for your services?

[The screen clicks on and at first all that can be seen is Gambit's eye, but pretty soon, it zooms out to reveal his head and upper torso. He's looking at the device quizzically for a couple of seconds, and then decides that the blinky light means recording. He clears his throat pointedly.]
Hey everyone--I need a favor from one of the more...physically capable of y'all. I need some exercise, an' my preferred form of exercise is to spar or run or somethin' along those lines. Needs to happen soon, though, whatever it is. Otherwise I'll flare up like th' Sun. Nobody wants an explosive Gambit, right?

So den, To my surprise this mornin' I step out of my room an' find a box at my door. Someone left me a box a cards an' some food. Merci beaucoup.

Bonjour everyone! Dis is Remy. I'm gettin' a lil bored sittin' around in dis apartment. Does anyone wanna go out on th' town? Go to a bar or somethin' like that? I'm up for anything. Jus' so long as I can get outta this room.

[A tapping sound is heard, like a microphone being tested for sound.]
Bonjour? 'ello?
The women an' the beads are gone. Now I'm in the middle of some city that's certain'ly NOT New Orleans on Mardi Gras.
Well... it's Mardi Gras anywhere right? So If anyone can hear me can y'all tell me where the party is? I have beads an' I don' plan on wastin' them.