.03 Were you dazzled by the same constellation?

[touchofrogue]

Who: Rogue
Broadcast: Voice, Fleetwide
Action: Aboard the Marsiva
When: Tonight! Sometime after normal dinner hours.

[Bored. Bored. Bored.

Right, okay, so there was tension and so much suspicion and perhaps the ship falling apart and perhaps clues toward Atroma's past and specific directions to not look into suspicious circumstances (Ha!) but to bond with fellow passengers (double ha!) and real food and real coffee and actual sleep at night (vague or startlingly vivid dreams not withstanding, but... but it was like being a kid at the end of a long summer. You didn't want school to start up again. But Gawd, you needed something to do.

At least on the ship she had people to cook for, things to do -- same thing in Luceti. There was responsibilities, routine, some measure of purpose even if it was mostly self-imposed.

Here there was nothing except the blackness of space, the press of strangers, and of course -- all the mindless entertainment and access to punching bags a girl could want.

Rogue can be found making use of that punching bag, or flopped into one of the entertainment cubicles with a pile of questionable reading material beside her. She is clearly getting fed up with one of her favorite pass times - laughing at bad romances, muttering underneath her breath, until finally she makes a broadcast:]

Okay, if you're not bored you can just turn this off right now. There is absolutely no strategic value in what I'm going to say.

[She pauses a long moment and waits. Then continues:] But if ya are bored then maybe ya can relate ta wantin' ta lose yourself in a good book. Me too. But okay, I'm not sure I'm actually bored enough for this. [Rogue picks up a book and began reading at random.]

"Besides, friends don’t let friends drive drunk.”
“Drunk?”
"You’re intoxicated by my very presence.”

See, that'd be funny if it was sarcastic, or if she smacked him, but I'm not seein' it. An' then there's:

"I loved him with every cell in my body, every thought in my head, every feather in my wings, every breathe in my lungs. And air sacs."

Air sacs, people. Air sacs. Somebody's gotta help me out, I'm drowin' in this stuff here an' it's not even funny anymore. I either need someone ta come mock things with me, or -- I don't know. Has anyone tried pourin' soapy water on the floor an' goin' sliding yet? 'cause I think that might be my next step...

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[redactions]

I'm tryin' to make pie in the kitchen, if you wanna come help.

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[touchofrogue]

[She is so skeptical of your pie-making skills, Jim, it is almost enough to make her stand up straight.

She does, at least, begin wrestling out of her throw pillows and blankets and everything she has gathered to make a cocoon of the bored.]

What kinda pie?

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[redactions]

Nope. You gotta sweet-talk me before I say anything. I want at least two mentions of air sacs.

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[touchofrogue]

[The briefest flicker of a smile before she continues on.]

I'm pretty sure any mention of 'air sacs' is like... negative sweet-talkin'. It's like... a black vacuum of sweetness. A... anti-smoothness.

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[cajunspice]

[There was a long pause over his communicator at what she just said, planning to make some joke either about the writing being worse than St. John's or using those lines in his normal flirting voice and seeing if he could get a laugh out of her. But the idea of sliding down the hallways, that, that was great.]

We have to do that.

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[touchofrogue]

...we do?

[Almost the same tone as to Clay.]

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[cajunspice]

Ya kiddin' me? 'course we do! How often ya get a chance to do that, hein? Though, I be very disappointed in ya if ya hadn't done it in that big ol' mansion of ya's Xavier has ya all cooped up in. Gotta be great floors to slide 'cross in that too.

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[touchofrogue]

He says that as though he's never spied on the place.

[This, addressed to the world at large.]

Okay, but if we do this we need ta block off the hallways so nobody slips.

[Seriously, is this a thing she is going to do? 100 percent yes. GAWD, she is bored.]

[rubbernecking]

I'unno, ever tried sliding down the hall in socks? It's awesome!

[ And he's 100%, absolutely, completely serious about this.

Soapy water on the floor to slide on seems like the logical next step, and if there's actually anything like that to be found, Luffy might just be there, boots and socks stripped off and jeans rolled up mid-calf, too.

If not, well. There's always just socked feet and a clean floor, seeing as he is rather aggressively disinterested in books about romantic love and all that stuff.

It's the trappings, really. He's a guy who values freedom above all else, and yet stories that feature romance seem to be all about tying people down. Girls, especially, like they aren't perfect being born, but are brought into the world incomplete unless they've got a love of their life in it.

Lame, he thinks. Sliding down hallways, on the other hand? A fabulous use of time. ]

If you're bored, try it!

[touchofrogue]

['Awesome' might be an overstatement, but she will accept that she is absolutely dying for some speed and action right now.]

I might just. [Pause a beat.] Better clear it off first, I guess.

[rubbernecking]

[ It's never an overstatement when it's an opportunity for the sort of fun wherein no one gets hurt, arrested, or thrown in solitary confinement for a week or two!

But tides, he can really feel her on the craving for some action. He has roughly half a year of pent-up frustrations spinning his proverbial wheels in one bad situation only to trade it for a debatably worse one (if only because of what and who he had to leave behind), and no one to punch in the gob for it all. ]

Hey, we're stuck here until they fix up the ships, right?

[ Run of the mill question. ]

What kinda stuff do you guys do here for fun? We should get everybody together for a party or something!

[ It's a lot better than milling about in various corners. ]

[touchofrogue]

[Wow, okay. So parties are about 800 percent not her thing, but honestly, she was pretty sure this was likely exactly what half the people in this place needed.

...and that it would likely thrill Atroma, but screw those guys anyway. She wasn't about to live her life out of reaction to what those jerks did or didn't want.]

Not sure there's any particular 'what people do for fun thing.' Though if ya wanna throw a party, I'm sure ya might get a few takers. Just need ta promise booze an' food, maybe some music.

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[geonomy]

Don't you do it.

[Never mind that it sounds... really fun... He's gotta be the responsible captain here okok]

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[touchofrogue]

[Wait, what?]

Why not?

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[geonomy]

What if someone gets hurt? Soap suds are more dangerous than you'd think!

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[touchofrogue]

Did ya honestly just hear the words that came out of your mouth right now?

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[tallasaking]

[...well someone has to ask this, because he is quite honestly surprised no one has. Although he is currently re-constructing weaponry so he's not sure he is the wisest person on what to do when one is bored ...

However. Logic is logic.

So while he is building - some sort of electrical based sword - he drawls over the video.]

Have you tried simply reading a better book?

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[touchofrogue]

[Rogue blinked and then huffed with quiet amusement. She could appreciate that sort of response, it was likely one that she would have given in her dryer moods. She didn't feel like explaining to a total stranger that she was in a mocking mood.

So. Polite evasion, then.]

Ya got somethin' in mind?

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[tallasaking]

[Well, he could certainly understand being in a mocking mood - in fact that was how half of his day was spent.

He did pause, thinking about it, before asking.] I have not been able to parse through the library as I should - but do they have anything on Westeros?

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[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka overhears Rogue making her broadcast in the lounge area and reading the books aloud. Normally she's not a book person, but she, like Rogue, is also bored and desperate. Curious, she wanders over and leans over Rogue's shoulder.]

Hey, what's that you're reading?

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[touchofrogue]

[Gah, no space invading! Bad! Very dangerous!

Rogue did not so much start as immediately and smoothly slide away, putting at least two feet of space between them.]

Uh, hey yourself, space invader. [Yeah, in case you were wondering what made the sudden shift, that was it. There was nothing angry about her tone, though, more of a wary and then a transition into a bit of a 'what' as she does not think she has seen a person like you before, and she has seen many, many different types of people.] Take a look.

[A nod at the stacks of books with promising names like Twilight and Eclipse and Maximum Ride]

[resnipstance]

Oh-- sorry.

[She does seem genuinely apologetic, and she doesn't move to invade Rogue's space again. Hey-- who is she to judge? Different cultures have different norms.

She picks up Twilight and flips through it. Unconsciously, she makes a series of somewhat comical faces as she reads a few pages-- clearly confused by the contents. Finally:]

... Is this supposed to be romance... or horror? [She genuinely cannot tell.]

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[mucked]

You could always make the brave attempt to write something of your own, Rogue. [ half-cheeky, half-serious. ] If the current selection truly is so disappointing.

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[touchofrogue]

Let's see... 'Long ago an' far away, there lived...' [And that's when writer's block hits her.] ...nah. There's nothin' I could think of that is weirder than what is actually goin' on right now.

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[mucked]

So start a memoir. Express this weirdness above all else.