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]

[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.]