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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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[At 'It's nothing comforting,' Rogue gives a resigned sigh.] ...well, I didn't really think people who'd kidnap ya an' operate on ya while you were sleeping ta be the kind, friendly type.

[...of course, Rogue doesn't know if her wings were surgically removed or if they were torn off and just.... fixed. Either way, the kidnapping bit stands.

She holds out a gloved hand.]

My name's Rogue. I just woke up - I guess about a half hour ago?

Well, at least we're in the same boat. Or ship, if you want to be technical. [She grins wryly and takes the hand.] Zessica. Nice to meet you, I guess.

[After a moment, she lets go, and nods towards the main area of the Hospitality Deck.] Come on, I was just about to get lunch.

[Rogue gives a wry glance up at the ceilings.]

Is there less elevator music where there's lunch? [Because what she wouldn't give for some Metallica right now.

She follows along and, well, she doesn't quite move side to side with her walk, but it's evident her gait is off. It feels strange to walk like this, and she isn't pleased with her lack of balance.]

Sadly, I don't think so. But by all means, if you want to make a drum set out of kitchen wares, go ahead, I won't fault you.

[She glances back, clearly taking note of Rogue's weird gait, but she doesn't say anything. There's no reason to be rude right away.]

Figures. [Rogue walks along, keeping up but not at all normally. Ugh, this was going to get old fast.] So. You said you found some information out on the consoles? What did ya find?

[No one has ever accused Rogue of beating around the bush.]

[With a sparing glance back, Zessica reaches the cafeteria area. She grabs a tray and begins to select her food.]

Let's get some food first. It's not as much bad as it is weird. [A slight pause.] The news, I mean. Food's decent.

[Rogue looks at the mass produced food a little more skeptically, tilting her head to the side as the names of some of the dishes she didn't recognize just... slid into her brain. Huh.

She decides to take them, just to see if they taste like what she thinks they ought to taste like.]

Guess I'm glad ta have it, whatever it is. The food and the news. Not much worse than bein' in the dark and being hungry at the same time.

[She glances at Zessica, listening.]

[That statement earns a laugh from her. Once she's done filling her tray, she nods towards a table. They should at least sit first.]

Apparently we're now part of a galactic reality show. [Zessica sticks her fork in some noodles and takes a bite.]

[...okay, not the strangest or the worst news she could have heard, but Rogue still does a double-take.]

What? Really?

[She glanced around the spotless ship. She always knew the Malnosso observed them in Luceti, but this was a whole other level of hair-raising weirdness.] A reality show of us doin' what, exactly?

Living. Interacting. [She takes another bite.] Dealing with this stuff?

[Zessica just shrugs.] From what I gathered, we'll be sorted on to smaller ships soon. There's people already on those, so who knows where we'll end up.

[Rogue assimilates this information thoughtfully. She still has a lot of questions - not the least as to how the unpredictable nature of her powers would mix with such close quarters. Something about the way Zessica is speaking grabs her attention, though.]

Not your first rodeo, then? I mean - [she waves a gloved hand around vaguely.] - all this?

[She sort of chokes on her noodles, before shaking her head.] Geez! This is totally weird! Don't get me wrong. I freaked out at first, actually. But home's actually pretty weird, too, when you think about it.

[Zessica coughs a little to clear her throat.] For a while back home, there were machines and people from another world kidnapping people from ours. So different worlds and dimensions aren't that hard to get my head around.

[Rogue blinks. And blinks again. She quietly slides her untouched water over to Zessica.]

I guess from machines kidnappin' people to another world this ain't too much of a stretch, yeah. [Pause a bit, a cautious mention of her own experiences.] Still, you'd think people'd have better things ta do then kidnap unwilling participants ta do -- whatever.

[She glances around the ship again. And she can't forget - out of the Marvisa, there were real stars.]

I mean, does anyone even know where we are? How did they find us, anyway?

[She's not really expecting an answer, she's more thinking out loud.]

[The water's grabbed and sipped hurriedly, with a nod in thanks. She clears her throat before responding. Man, that was embarrassing.] Well, there was some other stuff, but yeah.

[How would she even begin to explain all that? Zessica follows Rogue's gaze, before shrugging a little.]

I dunno. If we really want to think about it, why us in particular? [She pauses briefly, spinning more noodles around her fork.] Thinking on it too much'll just drive us crazy right now.

[Rogue shook her head a little. She felt like focusing on the impossible things was easier than dealing with the reality that once again she had been ripped away from everything she ever knew - again! She was even farther away from home, even farther away from the ones she'd lost. It hadn't been so bad, at Luceti. She'd had family there. And the people had been a hell of a lot nicer than the ones on Earth, by and large.]

So. A TV show, huh? Think they'll put us in a little box and make us talk about our feelings?

[Having put down the water, she exhales loudly with a sigh. Maybe a little overdramatic.]

Who knows? If they want me to, I've got no qualms about sharing. [Zessica takes another bite of food. Despite the circumstances, she's hungry, and the grub's not bad.]

[Rogue picks up her fork and stabs a bit too aggressively at her food.

She mutters:] I wouldn't mind givin' them a piece of my mind right now either.

[...this is not being very good company, she may eventually realize. She also does not currently feel like very good company. Whether or not she will try to change that or give into the little black raincloud of GRR! and fear and loss remains to be determined.]

[Rogue can probably hear the snort of amusement Zessica gives at her muttering. She grins over at her.]

Us and probably most everyone else here.

[Rogue looks up at that, and something in her expression lightens at Zessica's grin.

Not alone. And not in the horrible way her psyches had once left her - she'd gone through this before, she knew how to start over. She could do it again. She just had to keep living.]

Ya think they have censors for that sort of thing? [Her lips quirk up, amused.] Like, is this a show for kids too, or strictly adult?

Well, I'd say once we're settled in, we could try to find out. [Her smile's a little more devious now, hinting to any number of possibilities. Of course, she's probably kidding, but it's still fun to imagine.]

Who knows, they might not even tell us. We'd just keep trying until they decide enough is enough.

[Rogue allows herself a cautious half smile, tentative as hope.] You're on.

[And... that is kind of a funny thought. She shakes her head and takes a bite of her food. Oh. Not bad. And apparently she's starving. She takes another bite before swallowing and speaking.] 'You're raising the ratings an' bumping the show out of prime time.' [She shakes her head.] Weird. In Luceti, we knew the Malnosso were watchin', but they weren't as obvious about it as this.

[Zessica stops mid-bite and gives Rogue a confused look. Swallowing, she feels the need to ask.]

The where and who now?

The people runnin' the place where I was before now. [She shakes her head.] It's a long story.

[She makes a show of looking around, then face Rogue again with an overly dramatic shrug.]

I dunno, it looks like we've got time. [Another sip of water.] Unless you're bot comfortable sharing yet or something. It's fine either way.

[There is a pause here as Rogue considers this. She is a private person, normally. But, well. Luceti wasn't exactly private in her mind yet. Nothing she would say about it would be secret or... something everyone in Luceti didn't already know. It was just... now people didn't know. And how could she even explain... she always felt like she was horrible at explaining things.]

Tell ya what - with fair warnin' that I am terrible at story-telling, I'll fill up all the time we've got ta kill about the basics of Luceti. [She tilted her head and lifted her eyebrows at Zessica.] You tell me some more about that - dimension grabbin' thing you've got goin' on back home?

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