driftfleet | video ♟ first complaint

Who: Murphy and YOU
Broadcast: Open
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Early morning

[It's been a while since he's sent a wave on any kind of network like this, but it's not like it's hard to remember how.]

You know - being back on a spaceship, alright, fine.

[The face onscreen is of a wiry, annoyed teenager. He keeps carding his fingers through his dry, soft, clean hair; it's a feeling he's not used to and it's still novel. His eyes are rolled skyward as he considers the room, sketching around at the ceiling and searching for something before he regards the actual camera.]

Weird... cleansing rituals. Sewing my clothes. There was probably some feet stuff while I was out. Whatever. I guess I'm not here to judge your lame kinks as long as I get some grub out of it.

[He looks back up again, and ticks an irritated finger towards the roof above him.]

But if we're gonna keep playing this new age, virgin with denial and a saxophone jazz crap all day long? I'm gonna need a damn weapon back.

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[When you've known people named 'Atom', 'Rogue' isn't so out of place; he doesn't really question it.]

Sometimes, what these parents name their kids. I mean - I got John? But yours was asking for it.

[So many assumptions that she is never in a million years going to correct.

Well, except one. She wants absolutely no credit given to the woman she still thinks of as a parent for any part of her identity.]

You've got no idea. But you're wrong 'bout the name. I picked it out when I was a kid. [Okay, when she was twelve. But she had a very, very good reason.]

Yeah, you're right, I guess I don't.

[He'll admit that freely, because he doesn't know her or anything about her - and he's loath to dive into any conversation about sketchy parentage - but the name.]

So you're one of those kinds, huh? Still stickin' by that choice to this day too, gotta admire that.

[And Rogue is 800 percent okay with not talking about parents ever.

"Those kinds?" Really? ...she just decides to avoid that too. If he doesn't want to take her name for the warning about 'labels' that it is, that's his look-out. As for the rest, she rolls her eyes.]

Not really. You're still stickin' by your name, right?

[Same difference. Clearly.]

[He blinks, and answers a bit dumbly:] Well - yeah, it's my name.

[Anything different had never really occurred as a possibility before.]

Why 'Rogue' then? I mean, you could've picked anything - why not be Dread Pirate Fuck-Off, or Princess Pooponyourhead? Or Maurice. [We see why he sticks with his own name now.] Why 'Rogue'?

[There are so many really excellent answers to this that are far and away too personal for this conversation. Still, she's a little impressed he asked the question - most people don't.

Her response is still laconic:] I like it.

[And then a quick flash of a grin, because honestly, he needs to work on his nicknames.] Though I guess it's not too late for ya - I mean, ya did just get here. You could always go by 'Princess Pooponyourhead' if ya really wanted. Might get shortened ta PP, but... kinda fittin', considering.

Alright.

[That's fair enough. He can't fault someone for that, all things considered. It's not really an answer but he's had cagier ones.]

You know, it is tempting. [He looks upward like he's considering it.] But if you call me any of that crap, me and you are gonna have a problem, so. Let's just stick with Murphy, huh? Might as well stick with the gold standard. It ain't broke, [here] right?

[She is terrified at the thought of having a problem, really. It's almost amusing, and a shadow of a smile crosses her face.]

Ya got a right ta call yourself as ya please. Will say, Murphy's a sight better than the rest of that nonsense ya came up with.

[The untrained teenager stands so much threat to the chick with superpowers - in... his dreamscape. So victorious, much scary.]

Yeah, alright. [He turns his head, glancing off to the side and rubbing a few knuckles against his neck.] I topped the class in 'Nonsense and Bullshit', though, so. Council's gonna have to decide on that one.

[Is it her, or is that the second time you've mentioned a council like it's some kind of... decide-y thing? What is this that is having such a big influence in your life that you would make jokes about it ruling on something so small?

Of course, Rogue being Rogue does not actually ask this question.]

They've got a class in that in your world? An' here I thought that was the sorta stuff that just came natural.

[Y U P, continuing to snark in the face of screwy circumstances is way more relevant.]

[Proceeding directly past the feelings portion of the program and getting straight to the mockery, though, there's something to be said about it. Rogue, you're a woman after his own heart.]

You'd think. Guess we couldn't expect that much outta people who had things scheduled down to their shits. "At 1800 to 1830, we have: dinner", "at 1831 to 1900, we have planned: spontaneous fun."

[Time an' a place, time an' a place.

He does win a snort of amusement for that so -- points???]

Sounds like a real riot. [Gawd, what kind of hellhole did this kid crawl out of? It wins him like... an inch of slack, to be revoked or expanded upon further interaction.] Hope you're ready for the total boredom of absolute free time.

[Bit of a warning there, if you scratch the surface. It can be boring as hell.]

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