Time for family movie night on the Windrose!

[pain_train]

Who: Crew of the Windrose
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Windrose, mingle time!
When: 11/25 and onward

[Wow, the ship's a little smaller, but lookit that view! Let's talk awkwardly about it and mingle!]

Comments

[touchofrogue]

[Natasha Romanoff: Paranoid. Rogue files this under the 'No, Really?' section of information in her brain, but doesn't bring it up again as she directs the shuttle toward the ship.]

We've got pretty black an' white tilin' in the halls. Can't figure out if it's a tribute to Alice an' Wonderland or Clay an' Allen's hair.

[tothefly]

[She doesn't make any pretense about that, really. Never has. Honestly, Atroma's told them from the beginning that they ought to be, since everything they are is being broadcast constantly.

Although in fairness, Atroma isn't the one who made her that way.]

Tiling. Nice and homey.

[Dry sarcasm.]

Anything different about the layout? Been getting some conflicting reports from other ships.

[touchofrogue]

Arches on the doorway. [Really, it's not that exciting. Just the way she likes it.] Saw your new windows.

[A glance at Natasha.]

[tothefly]

Hard to miss them, isn't it? Guess it's their idea of making up for the cramped hallways.

[She really doesn't sound pleased about that. Bigger windows means more vulnerability to attack. Even if the view from the bridge is nearly panoramic, now.]

I'd rather have the Caprine's new storage lockers, to be honest.

[touchofrogue]

Their logic is not Earth logic. [She can only vaguely hope that Natasha will get the Buffy reference.

She thinks, then, about telling Natasha that Buffy was her favorite bartender in Luceti.

She decides against it.]

...on the plus side, guess what I got in my gift basket.

[tothefly]

[She has had her share of pop culture television binges, thank you. Series with a kickass female lead do tend to get preference, by which she means: yes. Yes, the reference was got. Even if her only response is a snort and a sidelong look at Rogue, amused.]

Two one-way tickets off this show?

[Who says she can't be optimistic?]

[touchofrogue]

Nothin' nearly so excitin'. But somethin' almost as practical. [She docks the shuttle with a small look of satisfaction.] Let's just say runnin' just got a whole lot easier.

[Sports bra, baby. Though, in typical Atroma style, it was just a little too tight to make for an uncomfortable experience, it was still a sight better than anything else Rogue had been able to find.]

[tothefly]

Guess you won't be needing that corset after all. At least not for our runs.

[She offers a small grin. Well,at least Atroma was occasionally not awful. Not that she'd let that affect her overall general opinion. The nice stuff wouldn't give her a false sense of complacency.]

[touchofrogue]

Corsets just make breathin' hard when you're runnin' anyway.

[What? She had Distinct Fashion Choices as a teenager, okay.]

[tothefly]

There's a reason they don't end up in the activewear department at Lord & Taylor. You make a habit of running in corsets?

[Faintly amused. She's been there before, though not usually by choice.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue gives Natasha a genuinely mischievous look over her shoulder.]

Things came up.

[She was stubborn, and not about to change the way she dressed just because she never knew when she was going to have to run for her life. But that was a long story, and no one ever accused Rogue of oversharing.

She slid away from the pilot's seat, powering the shuttle down as she did.]

[tothefly]

[Judging from the look Nat gives her in return, she might have an idea or two. Maybe neither one of them was exactly forthcoming with personal details, but like experience did tend to recognize like. Climbing from the shuttle, she stretches and breathes deeply, free of the confines of the tiny shell.]

Still looks more or less the same to me. What about you?

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue glances around.] If they rearranged stuff, it ain't obvious. Maybe we'll pick somethin' up on the run.

[She glances over at Natasha and something about her posture shifts into deliberate readiness. Determination.] An' then after the run, if ya wanna clear the air an' talk 'bout walkin' around in my head, or whatever...

[She is so freaking bad at this. Rogue rolls back her shoulders in an uncomfortable gesture, because -- yes, this was so uncomfortable, bringing it up instead of just waiting was so... awkward. Ugh.] Well. I'd rather get it over with.

[There. Done.]