driftfleet | .04 Scars are just places where I used to bleed

Who: Rogue
Broadcast: Text
Action: A corner table in Varrick’s bar on the Iskaulit
When: January 17th

[Around 10 this morning as time is measured, this text goes live across the network, the numbers set to anonymous:]

**Wanted** Pilot with a pilot augment willing to risk a little trouble. If interested, interviews will be held at the Space Bar from approximately 3-6 today. Compensation for time and trouble to be negotiated.

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[Rogue sits with her back to the wall with a decent view of the door. She’d asked the bartender to inform anyone who came in and inquired about interviews to point them in her direction, and Nami had graciously agreed. This had been in her mind to determine for a while, but Loki's disappearance had just given her the proper motivation to try it. There is a determined set to her shoulders even as she tries to relax and nurse her drink. This would be what her friends would call reckless if they were feeling kind about things, which would be why she didn't plan on telling them.

...Ugh, waiting for interviews was not the best. Maybe she should have brought a book. She pages absently through her communicator instead.]

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[She gave a nod.] It ain't as excitin' as the text probably made it sound. I wanna get on board the Marsiva.

[Her eyebrows lift and Nami stares measuringly at Rogue for a moment before she gives a slow smile.]

Actually, that makes it sound more interesting.

[Rogue's own eyebrows join suit, and then a slightly skeptical:] Yeah?

At the very least you're doing what the Atroma don't want you to do. That's already a good start. What were you thinking of doing once on board?

[Rogue's hand goes to her pendent, a ridiculously large emerald sort of thing in the shape of almost an arrow hanging a round a gold chain -- its appearnace is a startling contrast to the way she usually presents herself, far classier and more expensive-looking than her manner, and she usually keeps it tucked beneath her shirt.]

Recon, mostly. [She took out the pendent and held it straight out, dangling it by the chain, because Nami so far as she knew had not a blessed thing to do with Loki, so she probably wouldn't get that super annoying furrow between her brows as Rogue continued to explain her reasons. The 'point' of the 'arrow' began to pull until it was pointing quite to the side, in the same direction as the Marsiva.] My boyfriend gave me this. He's missin' now, an' it's pointin' straight to the ship. I get on board, an' I'm lookin' for him.

[Personal and selfish, maybe, but that was what she wanted to do. Anything else could come in its own time.]

[Nami's expression loses its playfulness the more Rogue speaks. She doesn't find it a dumb idea at all-- if she thought her crew were trapped on board she'd move hell and earth to get back and see what had happened to them.

...first she'd heard of Marsiva removing and holding crew, though. That doesn't bode well.]

Apparently there's no way of docking back on the Marsiva. You got a way to get around that?

[Rogue tucks her pendent back under her shirt.] I might. No way of findin' out if it'll work unless I try.

[A flicker of a smile.] It ain't dangerous for anyone but me. The only trouble I'm thinkin' a pilot could get into is if the Atroma take exception ta us tryin' ta get on board.

Oh, and here I laugh in the face of danger. All that stuff. [No, she really doesn't.]

If nobody better bites for you, I'd be happy to take you out there.

Danger usually does have kinda a funny face, or at least a real bad haircut.

[Rogue runs a hand through her hair.]

I appreciate it, Nami. If no one bites, I'll be happy ta take ya up on it.

No problem. I'll send the others your way if and when they come in.

[And pour you a drink, once you tell me what you want.]

Appreciate it. [She glances to the glass.] Whiskey and soda?

You got it.

[She pours out the drink, charging the requisite amount, and slides it on over.] And good luck finding out what happened to him.

[Rogue takes her glass, tips her bartender, and moves to stand.]

Appreciate it.

[She heads back toward a small table with a good view of everything.]

.04 Scars are just places where I used to bleed

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