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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?
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On my Earth, LA was destroyed last year - Clay's from a decade later, and LA's standing strong. [He's glad, honestly. He watched the city fall first-hand, and it wasn't something he'd wish on anyone.] But yeah, I'm from Earth. Was living in Jordan before Atroma grabbed me, though I was born in Virginia.
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What happened ta LA?
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[He instinctively reaches for his wrist and holds onto it. Even a whole year later, it still doesn't feel real.] From what I hear, though, that... doesn't seem to be common to Earths.
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[Not what she was expecting.]
...are they still there?
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I don't know more than that, sorry. I kinda moved to the Middle East as soon as I could.
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An'... they didn't try ta go there? Just California?
[There was a joke there, she just needed a minute to find it.]
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The aliens, you mean? No, no - we uh, we fought them off. Earth's ridiculously alien-free now. But we couldn't save the west coast.
By the time we kicked the invaders out, the entire area was one big pile of rubble. [Does it still haunt him? Sometimes. Not as much as he expected, but he sure does wonder about it.]
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[How many people lived on the West Coast? Millions, probably. That was hard to hear.]
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He shrugs, a little defeated, because he's not sure what to say either.] I'm relieved it hasn't happened in other worlds. I can't say I'd wish that on anyone.
So, you know, when people tell me they're from the future and their US is as strong as ever? I've got a little more faith in the multiverse.
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[She's just sayin'!]
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[He's partially joking, judging from the laugh he can barely keep down.] Okay, so actual blowing ourselves up, probably not happening, but making mountains explode? That happened.
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It happened about a week before the invasion, but even I don't remember the whole story, just that the mountains near Vegas fell. [He's not joking, either: there really WERE mountains in Las Vegas in his world. Side effect of the world going to crap.]
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But... sorry ta hear it. That doesn't sound like it comes from anythin' good.