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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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[He points at the feed in surprise.]

Whoa, that's right! So... so you do know.

[His eyes narrow as the gears seem to be working on his head. But no explosions just yet.]

Oh, of course! I get it know! Sheesh, I should have realized this from the beginning!

...

You're one of those people who cosplays all the time. That explains everything. You did a really good job!

[...cosplaying wasn't really a THING in 2003, man. Fortunately, it's not exactly a complicated word and after a moment, Rogue figures it out.

...oy.]

...yeah. That's gotta be it.

[Who is she to ignore a convenient excuse if it comes along? ...well, yeah, her tolerance for this is not gonna last, but she's at least trying.]

How long have you been in this place?

Wow. Well, that's cool.

I think it's going on two months now. Time sure flies when you're in outer space, am I right?

[The tone of this guy's conversation does not exactly do much to improve Rogue's confidence in his intelligence and perception.]

An' in two months, you've never run into anyone else from, say, an alternate version of Earth?

[It's not one of his better moments, that's for sure.]

Mostly? It's been people from weird places that don't seem very Earth-y, you know? But I mean... there might as well be other Earths out there! Right?

[...Rogue wonders if this is how the really smart people in her life always feel.

Gawd, the temptation to just mess with this guy was incredible.]

I'm... pretty sure I've met people from at least four different Earths since I've been here. [Wait, was that right? There was Natasha, who she GUESSED was different from Jim due to her uncharacteristic response upon their first meeting, and then there was the guy calling himself Winter, and then there was Clay... and now there was this guy... so if she's not counting Natasha, then yes. Four sounds good.] But that's nothin' compared to how many different kinds of Earths there were at the last place I was. You'd get weird crossovers all the time.

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I heard there were other places where people get stuck in. And... lost memories? It's a lot to take in.

But what do you mean by crossovers? Like... meeting another you?

[She felt a little bit bad, now. He was obviously dealing with a lot already.

...but then he was a grown boy. Man. Older person thing. He should be able to deal with one more, right?]

Like me meetin' Batman.

[Just dwell in all those connotations, please.]

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[He should be able to, in theory. He looks on very thoughtfully as he tries to figure that out.]

Wait. Do you mean like... Batman-Batman, or like... Val Kilmer?

'Val Kilmer?' Please. [He's blond. Who would ever make Batman blond? Stupid movies...]

Would Val Kilmer build jail cells from scratch an' put 'em in a tunnel that negates powers, just in case someone with a little too much goes a little crazy? I'm tellin' you. Batman. Heck, even met Scotty once. Luke Skywalker was walkin' around like it was the middle of Tatooine. You're in the middle of a space ship on a reality TV show in another universe, bud. You've gotta broaden your horizons.

['Cosplayer.' Please. Who'd want to cosplay her? Her life was hell. Who'd want to be any part of that?]

[He's looking more stunned as he takes it all in.

...That is one grim Batman.]

...Okay, I think I get it. Jeez... It was one thing thinking that there's other versions of Earth out there... but I never would have thought that all those people would be real out there.

Next thing you'll be telling me that you really are Rogue. [He says that a bit light-heartedly. The point seems to have found a way to partly reach over his head.]

[Just this look, Cory. Seriously.]

[Then his expression starts to shift, to a mix of awe and fear, as it starts to dawn on him.]

Wait... You don't mean...

[He raises a hand and points at the screen hesitantly.]

You...?

[Her eyebrows arch a little. She realizes she'll probably feel bad about this in about two minutes. Until then, though, she has these two minutes - and they are not for enjoying the fame. She can handle being told she's been someone's childhood entertainment - she won't like it, but she can handle it. She's not sure other people (Jim) can, not after what they've been going through with dopplegangers. She's sure other people (Natasha) will like it even less.

So she is going to take these two minutes and do her best to impress upon this person a few basic inter-universal manners.]

Hi. Rogue. I don't think we've properly met. Ya never gave me your name.

[He gives a deer in the headlights look and then slowly speaks.]

Cory... Matthews...

Rogue. You're really... I'm so sorry.

I ain't.

[Although whether she is interpreting that as 'sorry she's Rogue' or 'sorry that he 4th walled her' is up to the more paranoid of Cory's deductive faculties to decide.

And now to push her point home.]

Listen, Cory, I've been through some stuff like this before - lot of other folk haven't. And they're likely ta be dangerous in real small spaces. So just, next time ya think you recognize someone, try an' imagine if your life had been a TV show, every embarrasin' failure, every moving triumph, ever aspect of your personal life broadcast for all ta see. Would you want ta know that?

[He is taking a moment to think it over.]

If they have the embarrassing stuff, too? ...Yeah, that might be a dealbreaker.

Alright, alright. I know that I'll be careful with stuff like this. I just... I didn't see it coming.

Yeah, this kinda thing doesn't happen every day. I get that. An' don't worry 'bout me, no real harm done. It's happened ta me before.

Just... try ta be careful, alright? It ain't easy bein' on this side of things, an' some folk are real private.

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