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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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[Bless you.

Rogue's entire face lightens.]

Depends on what you might want. I've got a couple of things from the planet, here...

[And panning over a small collection of spices, a few more useful implements, and a few other odds and ends Rogue has picked up.]

Oh! That spike looks interesting. I would be happy to trade for a bit of that. [if she gets something for him to cook with, Zhas probably won't mind the trade... Probably :3]

Is there are particular reason that you're craving coffee today? [it's small talk as she places her communicator in her lap and starts rolling her chair to grab the coffee that she needs]

[Spice is good! It was pricey, but she'd got a good deal on it, and she might be able to again. Besides, coffee. It was worth it.]

Oh, that'd be wonderful. Thank you. I've been cravin' coffee every day, this was just the first time I thought it might be worth askin'.

[With the communicator in Nunnally's lap, Rogue is doubtless treated to a view of the... ceiling? As such, she is a little confused, and she pauses for a moment before offering:] What ship are ya on? I can come by and get it.

[Coffee. Coffeecoffeecoffee.]

[Nunnally can't help but giggle just a touch at the girl's enthusiasm. It's good not to forget the little things, and to focus on small wishes so that when they're granted, it's this exciting. She nods happily]

The Red Fish, and my name is Nunnally. [once she's grabbed what she hopes is enough (seven packets, good for one cup every day of the week if she liked it strong) she tilts the camera back towards her face]

I can come to the loading dock to meet you, does that sound alright?

[Seven packets? You will make Rogue's DAY when she sees that, Nunnally.]

Rogue. It's nice ta meet you, Nunnally. [She moves to pick up the bag of spice.] An' sure, that sounds fine. I'll be right over.

[She might actually have a happy birthday! There's gonna be coffee!]

It's very nice to meet you as well. I'll see you soon!

[hm hm! she's so excited, it's always nice to see someone so thrilled over small things like this. So she sets up her wheelchair in the corner of the designated meeting point and idly fiddles with her communicator as she waits.]

You sure will!

[Because Rogue is finding a shuttle RIGHT NOW, and driving on over.

And as such she docks within the next ten minutes or so and cautiously makes her 'new space ship' entrance. She's still not used to this sort of thing. At least the ships are small enough that it's hard to get lost, so she follows the entrance way until she spies Nunnally. She's a little surprised to see that the girl is in a wheelchair - she hasn't seen much of that in years. Even the younger versions of Professor X had their feet under them, so to speak.

Something about her expression softens slightly, and she smiles.]

Um, hey. Nunnally, right?

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