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

[touchofrogue]

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.]

Comments

[mucked]

"It's faulty logic to take one phenomenon -- however often repeated -- and use it as the basis for belief in another perhaps far less likely one. The Atroma seem to have a vested interest in not giving us the shot you crave, Rogue."

A little stiff. A little chilly. But she won't be sucked into hoping for a chance that may never come, however much she wants to believe in it.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue was a little surprised at Carter's vehmence here, but she had more than enough fire to ignore a chill. "I really don't care 'bout their vested interest one way or another."

She took a few steps further and added, "I ain't sayin' I'm perfect, but I'm just as sure they ain't. I'm not just gonna dance ta their tune an' try ta win some popularity contest ta get sent home. We'll see."

[mucked]

Nor would Carter, but that was a quiet resolve. One that needed no articulation beyond a taciturn nod. Instead, she pushed the conversation elsewhere:

"If that's even what they're holding over our heads. I haven't heard anyone talking about a chance to win anything. Have their mouthpieces said that?"

[touchofrogue]

Rogue glanced over at her briefly. She didn't let the conversation lapse, but there was a faint, confused expression on her face and a furrow in her brow that really had nothing to do with what she was talking about, "You weren't here for that? All those letters from fans an' the bit 'bout the winner with the most ratings gettin' ta go home?'

[mucked]

"If I was, something else must have been going on -- I confess my first month was a bit of a crap-shoot as far as priorities went. There were things bigger than the fleet I had to learn first."