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[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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Still looking for coffee? I've got some to spare.

[She's loathe to get rid of it, but she doesn't need it anymore, and, well, if it's a trade . . .]

[Coffeeeeeeeee.]

Feels like I'm always lookin' for coffee.

[Man, her birthday would just be made if...]

Whatcha interested in for tradin'?

I know the feeling. [A touch of dry humor here; being literally addicted to coffee was such an experience.]

Mm, I suppose it depends what you've got. Information's always good. I like new tools. Real food that doesn't come in pellet form. I could go on.

[She should have talked to Pearl about those obsidian knives. She has the two her engineer gave her, but she didn't really feel like parting with them.]

Food for food sounds good to me. I'm one of the cooks on the Vanquish. You got a preference? I can see if I can whip somethin' up that's... like it.

[She can only work with what she's got, unfortunately.]

That would be wonderful, yes. I've got a very picky eater on board.

How much coffee do you need, anyway? For yourself or for everyone? I've got . . . a few months' supply, I think.

[A... few months... supply.

This pause that I suppose you do not hear is the sound of Rogue's mind being blown.]

[Holy smokes, she does not even know your name, but you are probably her favorite person in existence in this current moment.]

Uh - wow. [Another pause as she tries to figure out what is reasonable as opposed to--oh hell, she gives up and laughs.] Oh man, let me be honest with you -- I'll take whatever you're willin' to part with. I've got a shipmate here who'd love it if I was able to have some to share. An' I know I'd love it if there was actual coffee in my immediate future. So - yeah, whatever you're willin' to spare.

[And she will be more than happy to cook up whatever she can for however long is fair, because... coffee.]

Oh, you can have half of it.

[Easy as that. She grins.]

I was a bit addicted for a while. [She shows her thumb and index finger about an inch apart - a slight understatement.] So Atroma provided the necessities. But I don't need it anymore, just drink it for, mm, nostalgia's sake. Happy to part with it, really.

Say two weeks of dinners? Or one week, and you teach Joseph how to cook for his damn self so he stops complaining.

[Oh, ouch, addicted enough to have Atroma provide supplies? That had to suck.

And it wouldn't be hard to come over and cook dinner for another ship - she was sure Eugene would be fine with it, especially if she shared the coffee with him.]

Two weeks of dinners sounds fair. I'll hafta come over so I can use your rations, but I'll bring some things ta spice it up. I'd say I'll just take the one week an' teach the guy, but... I'd have to meet him first.

[Because you don't really want Rogue to accidentally stuff one of your crewmates in a pie or something if he is a really annoying student, right? That warning might be implied. >>]

That's all perfectly fine. He's an idiot and would probably drive you insane, but he has a good heart.

Admittedly, that's about as useful as a suit of armor in the water when it comes to cooking, but there it is anyway.

[A wry warmth colored her tone.] I've known an idiot or two like that, myself. But can he follow written instructions?

[She wouldn't mind taking the shorter route. Spending so much time around people who didn't know about her powers was going to be bound to set her on edge.]

Gods, I hope so. Otherwise I'll have to throw him out an airlock.

[Honestly, though, she's mostly just been wrestling him into doing things. #procaptaining]

[Oddly - or perhaps not, considering her recent past - Rogue's attention caught for a moment on 'gods,' plural. Huh. Interesting.

Heh, out the airlock.]

Well, with that kinda back-up, guess I've got no excuse not to at least meet the guy. What's his name again?

Joseph. He calls himself Jojo, for some asinine reason I haven't really figured out yet. It might be ironic.

[Since he's like eight hundred feet tall.]

[Jojo. Like a clown. Or a dancin' monkey.

She tries not to mock it. She does. She has everyone call her 'Rogue' so what right does she have to--]

Ya know, when people give themselves nicknames, they usually try an' make themselves sound cooler.

[JUST SAYING.]

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