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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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You finally got coffee?

[ Good for her!! ]

That's real swell. What're you making or is it a surprise?

Traded for it! [It was a good day's work, as far as she was concerned, and she sounded just as proud as she was.]

I dunno yet. You might as well know now that I'm terrible at plans. Much better at makin' things up as I go along.

That's all right. I'm a plan guy, but you can surprise me.

[ and together they're the superheroes the Fleet deserves.... ]

Now why doesn't that surprise me.

[Because it is just her luck to become friends with people who plan things and like math. How did this happen to her? She is not sure.]

Let's start with this - what kinda food don't ya like.

[ There's a long moment of consideration. ]

I'll eat anything that ain't green beans.

[ Even that's half a joke. Starvation is a brutal teacher, and after war rations anything that isn't just boiled together tastes heavenly. He's got his enhanced sense of taste to thank for it, too. ]

Sorry, that isn't helpful.

[Eyebrow raise.]

Lucky for you, I haven't seen any cans of green beans lyin' around here.

[But, okay, now you've made this a Challenge, Jim Barnes. Rogue was with someone who didn't much care for food at all for nearly two years, and searched endlessly to find something he'd actually enjoy. If you're going to be all 'all food is good food' then how is she to know if she is actually making you something you will like?]

Does make sortin' out your preferences a mite challengin'. Who knows how you crazy Yanks like your food? It's been ages since I was in New York.

[ He doesn't want to make this an Ordeal for her. Hastily, ]

We boiled everything.... Y'can't go wrong with pizza. Tomato and cheese?

[She tilts her head slightly, thinking.] Might be able ta do a passable lasagna, even if the noodles are, well. Gotta work with what they give ya.

[Honestly, it was almost embarrassing to have such shoddy materials. But she and Eugene did get a kitchen upgrade, so at least there were a few more options.]

Guess we'll see what I can whip up. [A goal! Something tangible to work toward! Yay!]

[ Grinning at her, ]

Lookin' forward to it, sweetheart. What time should I be over?

[...heh.]

If ya bring that iPod thing, I'll say - day after tomorrow? Or if ya wanna wait til we get off planet, just give me a day's notice. I'm cookin' anyway.

Edited 2015-08-27 01:52 (UTC)

Day after tomorrow sounds great. It's a deal.

Edited (oop) 2015-08-27 01:53 (UTC)

[And for her birthday, she scored a hot dinner not!date. ...huh, not bad.]

Alright. I'll see ya then.

[To new friends.]

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