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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?

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Wow. Feeling fancy today?

[Eugene's already in the kitchen making breakfast, and his communicator is propped up so he can browse and chat over the network as he works to put together some properly filling egg-and-rice kind of thing.

They both know the coffee thing is a loss until they scrounge up some more funds. But until then it looks like Rogue is a woman on a mission.]

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[Rogue was right about one thing: at this hour, Stefan isn't sleeping. He hasn't needed to sleep for a long time, and so, when he replies to her, he's in his ship's med lab, with scattered equipment nearby.]

We're a newer ship, so we've been pouring our upgrades into everything. Kitchen upgrades, recreation, the bunk... [He shrugs.] But I'm okay with my augment. I don't think I'd switch it for anything else.

[Natasha's mind is her own for what might be the first time in weeks. Her arm hurts, her head hurts, and here she is, lying in her bunk and unable to sleep with the walls crowding in around her. No sense in lying there forever, feeling the weight of the ship pressing down. So she puts on her fleet-issue boots, straps her arm into the sling she's been given, then goes for a run.]

[Apparently she isn't the only one with that idea, though, as there's another silhouette she quickly approaches, fighting with the air--or just practicing against an imaginary opponent. Slowing, she stops to watch, standing a few yards out, not making any attempt to hide.]

[In the early portion of the day, Nunnally notices the video. Hmm... it's worth rolling over to the kitchen to check. After confirming what they had in stock she replies]

We have a little coffee that we can trade. What did you have in mind?

We pool our resources into the ship. It only took about three months to get the Blue Fish as upgraded as it possibly could. Now whenever Atroma release new stuff for us, we can get it pretty much that month.

Makes for some comfy living.

And I really love being an engineer, I'm pretty much that back home anyway. Except...less future-y.

Still looking for coffee? I've got some to spare.

[She's loathe to get rid of it, but she doesn't need it anymore, and, well, if it's a trade . . .]

[Sleeping's getting easier, but there are still bad nights - or, more accurately, nights when Caesar puts off trying to sleep. Tonight is one of them, and, well. Maybe he thinks he owes her something; it would be nice to be at least half as helpful to her as she was to him.]

. . . It's a little strange, the security augment. It feels unnatural. I was never exactly one to provide mass security back home.

Those... are a lot of good questions. I'm a captain now, so I should probably have something more specific in mind. But, um... I'm a communications guy. And unless they make an augment for being a history teacher, I think I'm cool with what I've got.

[He's been looking at the feed strangely all this time, though, and then he can't help but say it.]

...Sorry, but has anyone ever told you that you look like a comic book hero?

I wasn't really expecting to be an engineer, but I'm kinda liking it.

[ He smiles at her. He looks a little more tired than she saw him last, but determinedly cheery. ]

I used t'like tinkering before the army.

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