driftfleet | .05 if i live the life i'm given, i won't be scared to die

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.05 if i live the life i'm given, i won't be scared to die

Who: Rogue and anyone, really
Broadcast: Video, why not?
Action: The Star Space Station
When: Basically all week, Video Sunday afternoon

[ Video ]

[Rogue doesn't really like addressing the fleet at large, so she keeps it brief.]

Alright, folks, here it is - one of the best places we've been yet ta stock up. What's on your 'must bring back to the ship' list an' [more importantly, maybe] how are ya plannin' on storin' it?

[She's got her own list, but she knows the way these things usually go and she doesn't want to forget anything in case it winds up being a long, long dry spell before they hit another place this good.]

[ Action - All week ]

[Sooner or later, Rogue always falls into a routine. She's too well known in the fight circles now to make any real money, so she's taken to working as a chef/bartender at one of the middling-to-fancy restaurants. When not there, she is either 1) shopping (thank you, space gods, for a place that finally carries lipstick) 2) in the 'datary' checking out books to be 3) read in the garden. or jogging in the garden. Let's be honest, being around actual plantlife feels amazing after the desert planet, the frozen planet, and let's not forget -- space. Garden, reading, ~~wine~~ whiskey, chocolate, lipstick -- a good day. And then it was time to start it all over again.]

[By the time Rogue had given Kitty directions to where to meet, she'd had time to get... nervous about it. Which was dumb, but true. They'd talked fine enough over the communicator, why should meeting in person be any different?

In any event, Rogue hopes that Kitty will like the place. It was one of those middle level spots that she could easiest afford, and she's found a table that would let them both have their backs to the wall, let them both keep an eye on the door. She waits, gloved hands curled around her coffee.]

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[It's no exact copy of her story, but it's close enough to prompt a jokingly nervous response.] Just tell me he's name's not Tyki.

[Rogue blinked.]

No. Loki.

I'm guessing he's not a kid, right? [She met a kid Loki in the prison.]

Someone I met in the prison briefly.

Heh. No. Though I did meet a kid Loki once, myself. [She smiled a little.] My Loki's here now - or well, not here in the fleet. I think Atroma has him, but I haven't been able to get to him.

[There is an uncomfortable set to her shoulders at that, tense and somehow slumped at the same time.]

I'm sorry. [She's even moved to reach out and put her hand on the other woman's but it's Rogue. Touching is tricky. And by the time she thinks of alternatives it feels like the moment has passed.]

You think he'll be back?

Well... [And Rogue reached up and suspended the pendent. It dangled straight down for only a moment and then the point began to slowly tug up, pointing toward the Marsiva.] I know he ain't gone yet. I've got no reason ta think he won't be back. So - here's hopin'.

[She brought the pendent to rest back against her chest again.]

It's like a compass for him? That's...weird and handy.

Yeah, well... things got dicey a few times. [Rogue shrugged.] Especially out in the drafts. It was good ta be able to find each other when we needed to.

[There was more to the story, but that wasn't hers to tell.]

So, these drafts... Was Luceti just really windy or does it mean something else?

[A wry laugh.] Somethin' else. The planet was at war. The scientists who kept us prisoner occasionally liked to use us for soldiers.

That kind of draft. [She was afraid of that.] What happened if you refused? [Since refusal would be her first plan.]

They'd drag ya ta the teleportation area by force an' you'd wind up out there anyway. [Not that she's bitter.] Your world have Sentinals?

Oh yeah. They were the Human High Council's best line of defense. And they didn't care if they were going after Apocalypse's forces or us.

[Well, that sounds fun. Rogue puts that information away for later, because she will certainly ask later.]

The scientists had robots like that, but smaller, more compact, and even harder ta destroy. For years, they'd come in and just take anyone, drag them to the teleportation point, and you wouldn't see or hear from the person until they came back. 'Mallynappings' - when folks were taken out for personal experimentation. [Let's not talk about that.] They'd send the same robots to drag you to the drafting point, except ya wouldn't have a chance to prepare. It was better to report, that way you stood more of a chance when ya were out there.

It's messed up that prison is the safe, fun alternative to these things. [Her home and Luceti apparently.]

And you were there for awhile. Seems like it was a good thing you could find comfort in someone. [Even if he was not well liked for whatever reason.]

[She smiles at Kitty.] I thought so too. It's really kinda crazy, but - we work. And we each needed that, I think.

Hey, whatever works. I'm the last person to ever judge a relationship. Trust me.

[Rogue frowned a little at that, concerned.] Things didn't work out with Colossus?

[Sure, she didn't really KNOW the guy, but at least he'd seemed kind. And if Kitty had married him, she assumed...]

[There's a soft laugh, not really amused though.] Falling in love is fun most of the time. You just have to watch out for the sudden stop at the end.

[Rogue took that as a 'No' with an added 'let's not get into specific details'. She looked at Kitty for a moment and then turned to flag down the waiter.]

I think this calls for a drink. Or chocolate. [And when the waiter came, she placed her own order of whiskey and soda.]

[Kitty orders a chocolate sundae instead. Thinking about Piotr and drinking is kind of what led to Tyki in the first place.]

It's not that I wouldn't tell you. It's just...a lot. [You know, warning for character death.]

[Rogue finishes up her food as she waits for the order.]

Take your time. Ya can tell me now, or later, or not at all. At least the one benefit of showin' up in places like this tends ta be a fresh start.

Yeah, I guess it could be. [If she'd let herself.] Anyway, you can count me among the single. [And Piotr is not the most recent heartache.] There was someone at Marina, but it wasn't... It was over. [It just never felt over.]

I'm sorry. [She could add about the love experiments she'd been through, heck, even about Scott, could talk about the year she'd spent at Luceti after Loki'd gone home and the strange wonder it was to have him back, here. She could, but she chose just to listen instead.] That's always hard. You're right about the fall.

I'm a pessimist [not really] who shouldn't give any kind of advice ever. [There's a little smile.]

[After a bit of a pause.] There isn't anyone here named Spencer Reid, is there?

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