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[ Video, Action ] Deuce of Clubs

Who: Rogue and you! Yes, you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Saturday afternoon

[A is for Unintentional Broadcasting (or action, if anyone's there)]
[When Rogue wakes on the Marvisa, the video picks up on her suddenly convulsing. It has been months since she has experienced her powers in full, and her mind is thrown into sudden, loud, throbbing pain. She is surprised that the internal chaos is not as bad as it has been, and after a moment she realizes why: she only has three psyches left, and they are all more or less friendly. After taking a few moments to settle down, Rogue sits up. She is woozy, distracted and disoriented. She goes to stand and overbalances, the missing appendages on her back throwing her off enough that she trips on a sheet and falls gracelessly to the floor.]

Oh for the love of -[she can hardly believe it, she reaches to her back to confirm: her wings are gone.]- what in the Sam Hill--

[At this point, the Network decides that further following Rogue Walking Around to Get her Bearings will be boring, and shifts to something else. Later, she comes back to the communicator not only to answer any return comments that her embarrassing swan dive might have drawn, but to address the fleet as a whole.]

[B is for Delibrate Broadcasting]
[While the communicators aren't set up like Luceti journals, Rogue gets the general idea. She sends out a video post.]

Uh - hi. My name's Rogue, an' I guess I'd like ta speak to the Welcoming Committee. I'm hopin' to get a little bit more than the 'Lost in Space' vibe up here. Speakin' of... anyone have any idea how to turn this music off? I swear it's killin' brain cells.

[A pause. Her gaze shifts downward, and she seems to be bracing herself before she looks back up and addresses the camera with a small smile and a wry, if slightly hopeful light in her eyes.]

Guess I should throw some names out there, just to see if anythin' will stick. Anyone ever hear of... a group called X-Men, say? [A gloved hand reaches up to wrap around a deep green crystal pendent hanging from her neck.] Or a place called 'Luceti'?

[Another awkward pause. She's got a LOT OF EMOTIONS right now, okay, and she's not sure what else to say or do. She kind of hates throwing her hopes out to space like this, but what other choice did she have, really? She gives the camera another quick, small smile.]

Thanks.

[Rogue stretched. She was standing on a narrow railing in the Hospitality Deck - just standing. She hadn’t tried walking yet. She was still not used to this strange feeling of being without her wings. Her balance was off when she moved, when she stood… it would take her a few days to get used to it, maybe longer. She’d get used to it, though. If there was one thing all her experiences had taught her, it was that you could adapt to anything.

Her wings. Her wings were gone. She'd been left with two narrow scars running a lurid red down her back. She could access Logan and heal them, easy, she thought. But right now they were a physical reminder that she hadn't lost her mind completely. She could use that. She felt… oddly adrift (ha ha, and she couldn’t even blame Kurt for that). Even when she’d come into Luceti, Kurt and Kitty had been there. She didn't know what to do. She was alone and afraid... and already lonely.

She took her first step forward and wobbled, much to her frustration, and then another step. She didn’t fall - not yet - but it would be all right if she did. Rogue knew how to fall. She’d just take it one step at a time.]

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[ There's a lot of worlds here and a lot of languages, but it's the little touch of the familiar that draws him. ]

Don't think there's a Welcoming Committee here, or if there is, they ain't doin' their job.

Did you just get here, Miss?

[Rogue blinks. That's... a face she thinks she recognizes from years ago, but... it was pretty clear that he didn't know her. You didn't forget someone who was on a Draft like Vaska with you. She had plenty of practice letting go previous incarnations and forming new impressions from her time in Luceti. She decides not to make an issue of it, not for him or for anyone else.]

I did. [That drawl sure is pure Mississippi, and it's a little thicker now with relief - there was someone out there. She wasn't just stuck on a space ship surrounded by silent machines.] It's too bad about the Welcoming Committee. I was hopin' for cookies an' fruit juice. Maybe a brochure.

[She gives a quick smile and shakes her head.] Mind if I ask how long you've been here? An' the name's Rogue.

[ His own drawl, all old-world Brooklyn charm, thickens as well. ]

Pleasure t'meet you, Rogue, wish it were better circumstances. James Barnes. [ there's a pause, just for an intake of breath ] Call me Jim. I've only been here a month; other folks'll prob'ly be more helpful.

[ A beat. ]

If you walk down the corridor, there should be a mess hall. Food's fresh, at least.

[Brooklyn! Brooklyn was good, actually, and it's the sound of something solid as much as it is the familiar name (though...he wasn't 'Jim,' to her before, that just makes now easier) that has Rogue genuinely smiling for a moment.]

Nice ta meet you too, Jim. [A pause again as she casts about a little. She has a million questions and she doesn't know where to start. Her natural inclination would be just to say 'thanks for the tip' about the food and talk to him again later, but... she was on her own here. She needed to do more than that.] Mind if I ask you a few questions anyway? I figure a lot could happen in a month, in a place like this.

[She begins to walk - wobbles a bit - down toward the mess hall as she speaks.]

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