.04 Scars are just places where I used to bleed

[touchofrogue]

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.


Action
[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.]

Comments

action » the night before

[mucked]

It sounds like a lovely place, Rogue. [ and she's sincere in it. whatever other misgivings she possesses about a place she can't remember ever having visited, she can at least read that luceti had been good for rogue. oh, peggy might never have known the young woman outside of its influence -- but she could hear it in the way she spoke of the village. fondly, despite its context. ]

A bit lovelier, perhaps, than here.

[ not exactly a question. ]

action » the night before

[touchofrogue]

Rogue shrugged, "Each place has got its pluses an' minuses. Lotta things 'bout Luceti were a hell of a lot worse than this place."

War. Experiments. Fear of the world ending around them.

"But there was blue sky above us, most of the time, an' there was space to walk around, an' there were things ta do." At that, she raised her glass for an emphatic sip of her drink.

action » the night before

[mucked]

"Blue sky," she echoed -- soft, and reverent. And it was enough to prompt her a raising of her own glass. The two of them quietly toasted to one thing among many things that they were denied aboard the ships. Peggy wasn't an overly poetic soul, but she could appreciate the never-ending freedom of a bright blue sky.

"I miss a reason to wear sunglasses."

action » the night before

[touchofrogue]

"We had ta go into space in Luceti once, believe it or not," Rogue said. "The Malnosso had a base on the moon an' they needed us ta defend it. It was one of the creepiest things I've ever seen."

She turned her head to glance out the window -- in the distance was the brilliant glow of a star, and then another, and another... far better than infinte black, but still... close enough.

"There weren't any stars in the sky. Just the sun an' moon."