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driftfleet2015-08-09 09:58 pm
touchofrogue) wrote in driftfleet2015-08-09 09:58 pm
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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?
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?
[Video | Mostly Private]
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.
[Video | Mostly Private]
Cory... Matthews...
Rogue. You're really... I'm so sorry.
[Video | Mostly Private]
[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?
[Video | Mostly Private]
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.
[Video | Mostly Private]
Just... try ta be careful, alright? It ain't easy bein' on this side of things, an' some folk are real private.