driftfleet | .06 you give love a bad name

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.06 you give love a bad name

Who: Rogue
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yup, in a station bar and back on the Vanquish
When: Forward-dated to Valentine's Day

[It dawns on Rogue slowly that it is actually Valentine's day and her romantic feelings have been completely unaffected. When it does, she can't help but let out a whoop and rush to celebrate. Find her (a) in a middle-range bar on the space station, getting a little tipsy and flirting with basically everything that moves just to go NOPE and walk away, because SHE CAN, TAKE THAT.

At some point, she even makes a video post:]

Best. Valentine's Day. Ever.

[She holds up a hand, and in that hand is a glass of champagne. She toasts to the network.] Thanks, Atroma, for makin' this Valentine's Day kiss free.

[After all, the Malnosso had never let a February 14th go by without experimenting egregiously with Luceti's inhabitants.

And so, (b) later on and feeling a bit tipsy, she is back on the Vanquish. She has purchased chocolates and roses for everybody. She is setting them out in the kitchen with little cards, hoping she's got everyone's name right because they have approximately a zillion more people right now.

Much, much later, probably around the time sobriety starts, she'll remember something about 'tempting fate' and wish she'd kept her mouth shut -- but right now? Best. Valentine's Day in years.]

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Mmm. [Rogue raises her glass at the video and waits for the penny to drop.]

Holy -- [ shit. ] That sucks.

Yeah, it really did. [But her tone is still cheerful. Past was the past, most of the people who she'd fallen in love with had completely reset anyway, there was no chance of any real humiliation and she'd - mostly - dealt with the trauma. So. She takes a sip of that champagne.] But apparently the scientists in charge had ta get their jollies somehow - they didn't seem ta think much of little things like personal autonomy. Either way [a shrug] best Valentine's Day in years.

[ the accent keeps catching her ear. like, seriously. but kate knows better than to throw around a name she's not certain of using. rude, right? ]

I'd toast you but -- best I can find is green tea. And off-brand soda.

[And that makes Rogue pay a little more attention.]

Oh -- you new? Marsiva new?

Looks like. [ but she's not panicking. not externally, at least. ] Happy futzing Valentine's to me.

[Rogue makes a sympathetic face.] Yeah, it sucks. Did ya get the speech yet? 'cause I'm bad at the speech when I'm sober, an' I'm a just a touch tipsy right now.

I managed to piece parts of it together for myself. [ she did a lot of listening. ] Thanks, though.

[A nod.] Sure.

[And still feeling the odd compulsion to help, even though the situation is helpless, Rogue adds:] We're docked right now in a pretty nice star station. If ya shuffle out soon, you'll get a chance ta stock up on some necessities 'fore we're movin' on.

[ -- well, that's alarming. ]

Necessities. Like toothpaste? Granola bars?

Well, the ships have the basics for hygiene an' protein paste for food. You'll get issued two hideous jumpsuits an' a tank top, at least -- ya should. Right now, the fleet's been experiencin' a crowd an' Atroma hasn't made any modifications for new folks. You're gonna wanna pick up at least an extra pair of clothes an' shoes...

[Though, come to think of it, they'd actually been here for a while] ...or at least, I think we'll be here for another week.

[And how will she get money? Hmm.]

[ okay, this sounds bad. ]

What is this, Communist Russia? [ don't answer that. ] Right. Okay. Fingers crossed for getting, uh, 'shuffled' ASAP-ity.

[ because when it doubt, quote loki??? ]

The thing is... [To break more bad news or not to break more bad news. Eh, why not. It was Valentine's Day, after all.] ...normally? Atroma pays us for our unwillin' contributions. But the Fleet's bank accounts were frozen when we got here for some reason. So we've all been workin' on the station ta make what we need. An' I don't know how much longer we're gonna be here.

[So you're gonna need to make bank fast once you get on the station.]

-- I'm broke? [ slightly plaintive. she'd just cleared this problem up from the last time, dammit. and it had included a severely humbling birthday dinner with daddy bishop. humiliating. ] That's what I'm getting reading between your lines.

[ well, great. ]

I don't suppose you're interested in a hero for hire? Private investigator, maybe? [ it's worth a try. ]

[Yup, you're broke. Rogue just nods at that assessment.]

I usually do my own heroin'... [It's not really a surprise that this is another hero-type, this place seems to attract them.] Or try ta, anyway. Ain't much that needs investigatin'... but I'll tell ya what, if ya get down here I can point ya to a place or two that'll get ya flush fast, if ya meet some basic heroin' requirements.

[Like holding your own in a fight.] --what's your augment, anyway?

[ ok, now she's really beginning to wonder whether this might be more than a coincidence. but kate doesn't ask. not yet.

instead: ] Not sure. [ she rubs a hand across the tell-tale modification. ] Haven't really figured it out, yet.

I didn't figure it out until I got started on thinkin' on things. There's pilot, security, engineerin'... lab support. [She thinks that's the main Super Important ones.] I'm a cook.

[ so's kate, though she doesn't know it yet.

until then, ] I guess all that's left is the introductions. [ deep breath. ] I'm Kate. Bishop.

[ her family name is something of an afterthought. just in case. ]

[Sorry, that doesn't really ring a bell. Maybe Billy or Teddy might have brought up the name at some point, but that's not really on the forefront of her mind, especially not tonight.]

Rogue. Welcome ta the fleet. [A wry little quirk of her lips.]

[ see, here's the rub: rogue's, like, big-time. avengers! x-men! known and fierce in her own right. it's not as though kate feels marginalized (because she does alright for herself, heroically speaking) but...perhaps she does feel the teeniest sting upon realizing that rogue doesn't recognize her.

(then again, she didn't exactly 'recognize' rogue, either. only elements thereof that added up to an assumption.)

deep breath. ]

I gotta admit, I'm a little relieved...

Edited 2016-02-14 03:00 (UTC)

[...okay, not a response Rogue usually got.]

...'bout?

First Wolverine. Now you. Most people might say it's discouraging to catch two X-Men-slash-Avengers under interdimensional lock and key but...I dunno. [ a shrug. she's glad the big guns are here. ] I'm just glad someone who knows what their doing is here, too.

[...oooooooh craaaaaaaaaaap--]

[Of course. OF COURSE. Something serious had to go come along tonight. Of course it did. Shit.

Rogue glowers at her halfway empty glass for a moment and then sets it down so she can toggle the journal over to private.]

So you're from a world where I'm an Avenger as well as an X-Man, huh? [She gave Kate a small smile.] Sorry ta say that ain't the one where I'm from, though I've gotta say - I've heard worse.

[Like the one where she apparently marries MAGNETO. Or the one when she went by Marie, and that was still close enough that it pissed her off.]

Last I counted, there were at least five different alternate realities with folks like us in 'em... an' there are whole rows of Earths with nothin' like us at all.

Edited 2016-02-14 03:22 (UTC)

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