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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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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)

[ -- kate tries to act like she's less bothered about this revelation than she actually is. it's not like alternate realities is a new concept, but. still. ]

So which is the one where you're from? [ she asks, guessing (perhaps) that it's rude to go parading someone's alterna-self in front of them with anecdotes and descriptions. ]

The one where I'm an X-Men an' we're in the middle of fightin' Apocalypse. [She feels bad about this - taking someone's comfort away from them.] Kurt an' Remy are both from that one. Kitty's from another one, an' Logan's from another one. But we've got some out an' out Avengers here too.

[ fighting apocalypse, huh? perhaps it seems inappropriate, but kate smiles. ] Look at you. Kind of a badass, all the same.

[ because kate's run into five or ten versions of herself found in mayfly dimensions, and they were (more often than not) nasty pieces of work. real trashy types -- not even good enough to be villains. more like mooks. ] Look it...doesn't hafta be weird. Don't let me make it any weirder than it already is. It isn't like we know each other. Just.

[ god, how to say it? ] We made eye contact a few times. That's all.

[Well, hopefully that badassness gave her some cred and Kate some comfort, this sort of thing wasn't easy, torn out of your world without anyone you knew.]

Weird? This is nothin'. [But okay, let's see this through.] Made eye-contact how?

[ you gave my team a crumb of hope after scott summers threatened to see fiery justice rained down on the scarlet witch just doesn't sound chill enough for a conversation of this caliber. so kate can be seen weighing her options. ]

Sometimes, I see you in the crowd. You know -- during meetings. Parties. You're [ oh god this is embarrassing, especially for kate freaking bishop ] cool. Like, too cool.

[ out of her league. ]

[...]

Okay, she. Flatterin' as all that is, an' cool as I think I am, I definitely ain't too cool, okay?

[So take that as you will, but Rogue hopes you will take that in a 'You are not alone, there are hands you can take old of here including mine' - figuratively speaking, anyway. Actually, screw figuratively speaking:] I know ya heard the platitudes, but believe me when I say: We are all in this together.

Right. She.

[ it's said with the finality of someone who doesn't miss the mark twice. or, at least, tries very very hard not to. kate's a born and bred perfectionist; failure is not an option, and that includes pronoun mishaps. ]

Nice to meet you, Rogue. [ so let's start fresh. blank slate. ] Happy Valentine's Day.

You too. I mean, at least there were no giant teddy bears, right?

[But okay, Rogue has a suspicion that she's not going to just let go.] So, Kate Bishop, hero for hire? You run a solo act?

[Meetings. Parties.]

Kinda depends on which day of the week you catch me. [ she admits. and a lot of what she's about to say isn't exactly free information, so she takes a moment to check the broadcast feed. it had seemed like rogue had done something and -- yep, locked. coolio. ] But, uhm, don't suppose the Young Avengers ring any bells?

[ and now that she's saying it aloud to rogue of all people, it sounds more than a little juvenile for a 21 year old woman to be part of a team called the young avengers. but that's easier than explaining her association with clint. ]

[...] Actually, yes. In the place I was before this, I met two of 'em. They're fine - went home long before I was sucked in here.

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