driftfleet | .03 Were you dazzled by the same constellation?

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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[She gives him a grin.] But you wanna anyway, huh?

[And then the smile fades, just a little. They have each been around, it was hard not to be in a place like this where they were so entirely stuck. But they haven't really been around each other since the dreams. She wonders if that's a thing that they need to discuss, but is reluctant to break the easy sharing of the kitchen.

So she just takes another bite of pie.]

Funny story. I don't think I gotta.

[ Not to her. There's so much relief knowing she knows him, and she accepts him. He didn't know how much it was needed until it happened, and he's glad it did. He's glad he could touch her and tell her how much he loves her. ]

[Rogue laughs quietly.]

The proof is in the puddin'? [A spear of her fork nips some more pie.] Or the pie, as the case may be.

There, see, I can cook. I'd offer ya somethin' from my day, but we just boiled everything.

[She points with the fork to the pie.]

This is boiled? Or new?

We boiled most things. This was because there were always too many apples.

Is there such a thing?

[She misses fresh fruit and vegetables so, so much sometimes. The one good thing about this little social experiment has been the access to better foodstuffs.]

Thank ya. [Spearing some more pie with her fork.] This much better'n watchin' paint peel.

And you can tell everyone you ate apple pie made by Captain America.

[ Not that she would broadcast it; it's just an amusing mental image. ]

Makes for a good story, huh?

[She held her fork out and stared at it like a twitter-patted, love-struck, fangirl.

Her draw intensified:] I will never wash this fork again!

[ Jim gives her look of utter, honest surprise-meets-horror, and then bursts out laughing. ]

Mary Mother of God. That was terrifying.

[Rogue watches the expression change on his face with delight. She joined in on the tail end of his laugh, shaking her head.]

Aww, an' here I thought you were wantin' ta be appreciated.

I distinctly remember sayin' it needed a mention of air sacs.

I said appreciated not... whatever that mess was. I think I outgrew that when I left my teens behind.

[She shook her head.] Gawd, that was just sad.

[ He huffs, amused. ]

No harm in a little indulgence.

[She flashes him a brief smile.]

Ya talkin' 'bout the apple pie, the book, or the [she allows her expression to go slightly vapid again:] appreciation?

[ He smiles crookedly. ]

Two outta three?

I'll take those odds.

[And another bite of pie, while she's at it.]

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