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[ action, video ] three of diamonds

[August 9th. Rogue’s birthday. This year, like practically every other year since her powers had awoken, Rogue had the same plan: Tell no one. She will celebrate - or she would try to - without any reason given. It was so much easier that way.

She applies the dark red lipstick that traveled with her, and does her best to dress up as well as she could with what she has bartered for, and spends an inordinate amount of time on her hair.]

Okay, Drift Fleet. Talk to me. Who’s got some spare coffee they’re willin’ to barter for?

[After - hopefully, oh please, yes - attaining her birthday wish, Rogue sets about to basically make the rest of the day as enjoyable for herself as she can. She borrows a shuttle and goes flying for the joy of it. Sure, it can’t go very fast or very far, but she is in space. There’s some joy to be found just in being there. And hey, she heard shuttles can even go under water. That’s got to be amazing, Today’s as good a day as any to check that out.

She’s not necessarily looking for company here, but she might not say no? Later on in the day, though, she will be looking for company. Usually she spends at least part of the day working, but not today. Today is all about browsing, eating, and oh man, if she finds a place that plays music she might not move from there until dark. Feel free to accost!]

Later that night
[Late that night, Rogue can’t sleep. The echos aren’t in her mind right now, they aren’t psyches, they’re memories. They’re the people that she misses so much her bones ache. She decides to follow up on her own advice and goes for a run by the beach. It's not enough, so she starts a more rigorous exercise routine, dropping down to begin with push-ups and carrying through to shadowboxing. Will she manage to complete her routine all alone?

Whether or not she gets through that uninterrupted, when she’s finished she goes to the journals… no. journals were in Luceti. In Drift Fleet, she goes to the comms. This transition was harder than she thought, but she hoped one thing would hold true: that she wouldn't be the only one up and zero dark thirty.]

So. Augments. Upgrades. What are the ones ya feel are most worthwhile? Where do ya pour your resources into on your ship? Are ya happy bein' a pilot, an engineer, or whatever? [A security officer. Just say what you're thinking, Rogue, gosh.] If you could pick any one of them, what would you pick?

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Wow. Feeling fancy today?

[Eugene's already in the kitchen making breakfast, and his communicator is propped up so he can browse and chat over the network as he works to put together some properly filling egg-and-rice kind of thing.

They both know the coffee thing is a loss until they scrounge up some more funds. But until then it looks like Rogue is a woman on a mission.]

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[Well, it's nice for a girl's efforts to be appreciated. Right now, Rogue is in a Determined Good Mood, even though she hasn't received any response to her request yet, SHE IS HOPEFUL.

So she playfully reaches to flick a strand of carefully arranged hair back. Then she gives a brief, self-depreciating laugh.]

Is it that obvious? Have I let myself go that much? [In comparison, she means.]

Oh, no, not at all. [He lifts his hands in the universal symbol for Not Even Close To What I Meant, though he's still grinning lopsidedly.] You just have that whole woman-on-a-mission vibe going on. Very arresting.

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[Rogue was right about one thing: at this hour, Stefan isn't sleeping. He hasn't needed to sleep for a long time, and so, when he replies to her, he's in his ship's med lab, with scattered equipment nearby.]

We're a newer ship, so we've been pouring our upgrades into everything. Kitchen upgrades, recreation, the bunk... [He shrugs.] But I'm okay with my augment. I don't think I'd switch it for anything else.

[She doesn't hear the word 'security' mentioned, and that makes her feel a little less bad about where she spent her last upgrade. Because coffee. But also, you know. Shields. And things.]

So you're spreadin' it around as opposed to focusing on any one thing?

[Shields haven't occurred to him once, frankly - a side-effect of being immortal, maybe?]

Pretty much. But if I could upgrade my lab, I'd do it in an instant. [He's not sure if it's possible to upgrade the lab, or if it's even necessary - he's just a giant science nerd at heart.]