.06 you give love a bad name

[touchofrogue]

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.]

Comments

[touchofrogue]

I [a pause, considering] am havin' a wonderful afternoon. In fact, you'd best watch yourself - I might even be in the hug givin' out mood.

[stickupherforehead]

Ahaha - [Pearl takes half a step back. She doesn't even know the specifics of your powers, but she's generally not into hugs unless it's Steven or the other Gems.]

Do you hug as tightly as Clay?

[touchofrogue]

I highly doubt it. His arms are bigger'n mine.

[But, yeah, noting that step back, Rogue's expression flickers before she turns away.]

Don't worry, I think I can contain myself.

[stickupherforehead]

[oh no. She said something wrong, but what was it?]

I'm sorry. What did I say?

[touchofrogue]

Nothin'. [A glance back, a small smile.] Don't ya worry bout it. I'm just gonna finish gettin' these set up.

[stickupherforehead]

[Pearl wrings her hands for another moment, and then tries a smile. It's not very convincing, but she might be trying to send the impression that she's not worrying about it.]

May I help?