driftfleet | out of one prison & into another

Who: Bucky & You
Broadcast: ?????
Action: From the Marsiva
When: 7/28

[Consciousness came slowly, like climbing out of a fog. Before he opened his eyes, he knew something was amiss; the familiar noises that accompanied him waking up were absent. There should be some sort of noise, be it the hiss of the cryostasis chamber, or the bumbling gait of the scientists that aided in mission preparations.

Nothing.

Blearily opening his eyes, he was startled if not perplexed. This wasn't right. His mission, he--
Head whipping around, his vision darted rapidly for the windows and all points of entry. No sign of anyone else around. Captain America- that had been his mission, but this was...impossible.

Getting off the cot, the joints of his bionic arm creaked as he pushed himself to stand. The large window caught his eye, the view of the stars impressive. They invoke some sort of feeling in him, though he's not sure exactly what.

The lack of any sort of life around is concerning, though not unwanted. Being alone is something of a treat, and the gentle hum of the station itself helped quell the noise in his brain for now. It also helps that he's got a basic comprehension of where he is, though it doesn't particularly calm him.

Despite the freedom to move about, he can't shake the feeling of being snared, like there is something he is missing just out of reach. While there is no one in the immediate area, they could be close, and he opens his mouth to speak.]

..Hello?

[The single word is slightly hoarse, scratching at his throat from disuse, but perhaps not unheard.]

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[His assignment...

It had to be a joke, didn't it? He was a weapon and he knew that. Suddenly having the knowledge to do the opposite of what he was programmed to do? It didn't sit well with him in the least.

He didn't think he was capable of that. Perhaps he was a little indifferent about the situation, but maybe he would wake up and this will all just have been a cryostasis-induced dream.]

It's expected to be done. You can't just ignore a mission..

[Could you?]

[...oh good, that went so much better than she'd been afraid it would. Heck, she'd gone from confused to furious when she found out.

She focuses on his expression, but can't really get a read off him. So she goes with cautious honesty, even though his response wasn't really a question, she still disagreed. So.]

I dunno. I guess it depends on who's givin' you the mission. An' what it is, an' what the consequences of it are.

[She'd been drafted on her fair share of missions in Luceti, and often the Malnosso wanted things done a Certain Way... and whether or not Rogue went along with it had been entirely a matter of what she'd been able to discern at the time.]

[He blinks at her, looking something akin to disbelieving.]

Consequences for who?

[If you completed the mission successfully, there shouldn't be consequences, right? Something about that doesn't sit will with him.]

[Okay. It happened. This conversation just got stranger.]

...everybody?

[She isn't sure she needs to elaborate on that, and Rogue tends not to be the most talkative, so... there you go.]

...Alright.

[It wasn't anything he was ever left to consider. He went in, he eliminated the target, he went back to base and gave a mission report, he we wiped and placed back into cryo.

This place was starting to make him raise questions..]

[Okay, Rogue wasn't completely sure that 'alright' meant that he understood what she was saying, but it sounded at least like he was processing it and that... worked. She didn't really want to get on the 'consequences to yourself, the people you're supposed to be helping, and the world' horse, so just... processing everyone worked.]

...anyway, that's about all I know about this place. Like I said, I haven't been here long. The Marsiva, the ship you're on, seemed like a pretty safe place ta me when I was on it. I didn't see anyone but another new person an' a bunch of real silent droids. [Pause a beat.] An' a lot of elevator music.

[Which doesn't sound like something a person can see, really, but trust her - it was as oppressive as a neon pink wall.]

[He actually stops to look around the room, brow furrowing as he finally hears the music again. He'd been tuning it out. The noise in his head was loud enough that it had been fairly easy.

She didn't seem satisfied with his answer, but he didn't feel pressured to readjust his response. He acknowledged what she said, at the very least..]

It isn't the worst place I have been..

[It wasn't the worst place a lot of them had been, Rogue imagines. But there was something about the way he said it, part evaluation and part - knowledge. Knowledge of dark places and pain and - maybe she was reading too much into things.

Her natural inclination would be to either make a joke or soberly agree, and Rogue wasn't exactly sure which route to take. So of course, in the spirit of whistling in the dark, she goes for humor, though she gentles any sharp edges of the joke considerably.]

There ya go, [warm, wry approval in her voice] you're lookin' on the bright side already.

If there is one in this place, any way.

[He'd yet to find it, but there wasn't inherent 'badness', either.]

[And there was the inevitable 'other foot dropping.' Rogue was mildly surprised it had surfaced so soon, but only as a result of her forced humor. She hadn’t actually thought she was dealing with an optimist. ]

An' now you sound like an established 'weird place' veteran. Congratulations. [Her tone was still warm, wry, approving.]

[He offers her a shrug, considering it. It's not a lie, certainly. There is a laundry list of thing's he's experienced that don't constitute anywhere near normal. Though Rogue doesn't exactly give him the 'normal' vibe, either.]

[Is it the hair that gives her away? It's the hair, isn't it.

Rogue pauses for a moment, but no, it looks like that shrug is all she's gonna get. Pause a beat, search for something to say, the moment marches on from natural into awkward and then she breaks the silence.]

Well! Enjoy the ship, I guess. You'll be up there 'til the weekend when they shuffle you into one of the smaller ones.

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