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waking up is hard to do

Who: Rogue and anyone else!
Broadcast: Part B, yes
Action: Part A, Vanquish, yes
When: Tonight!

[ Action, Rogue's room on the Vanquish, and later around the ship. ]

[When Rogue woke up, she knew something was wrong. Little things were off about her room and when she tried to raise her head, her arms felt like noodles. What - what happened? Why was she so weak?

If anyone is in her room, she could probably use some help getting out of bed...

Later, she will be walking very slowly down the halls, leaning hard on the wall, in order to get to the kitchen. Has anyone seen her captain? Her co-chef? Her brother?]

[ Video, Broadcast ]

All right, I'm up. I heard all the 'beauty sleep' jokes already, so try a new one. What'd I miss? Fill a gal in.

[She's hoping that this will also serve as a role call. After all, she's pretty sure it'd been over a month, and she knows how people come and go.]

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[well there's a face he hasn't seen since he got here. No jokes from this one, just genuine concern]

Are you alright?

[It takes her a minute to place his face. They'd only talked the once... twice? Hank. Not her Hank. Right.]

I'm - grumpy. [A wry little smile.] Seems like I slept in a tad.

[It's OK, Hank, if you won't make jokes, she will. It's the X-Men version of therapy.]

[yep, this one is younger and nerdier and distinctly less blue]

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, too? [well if she's cracking jokes that means he's free to crack them, too. Mutant therapy all around] Just . . . a little. It's been - uh. I don't think I've seen you since I first arrived.

Last I recall much of anythin', there was a fancy ball on the planet with the pollution problem. [She had no idea how long ago that was.] Don't remember runnin' into ya there...

[Falling down on her mutant-to-mutant relations, clearly.]

Mm, no, we didn't see each other. You would have remembered it, I think.

['cuz he hadn't been hiding at the time, mostly because he couldn't] That was two months ago. You've . . . er. Missed a lot.

...yeah? Like what?

[Not a fun position to be in, she's sure, but that's a little bit more comfortable for her than dwelling on two missing months of her life. Better to fill in the gaps then dwell on them.]

[oh boy, where does he even start]

Ah - well for once, we're not longer docked at the moon. We're on a different planet now. It's nice, but - the locals are very friendly. [understatement]

[Okay, one thing at a time.] How long have we been at the new planet?

[How long were they at the moon?]

[the answer is "too long"]

We just got here, so only a couple of days.

[Still narrowing that down.

Because. That sounds like a REALLY LONG stay at the moon, surely it wasn't that long?]

...were we driftin' a long time?

A few weeks. Though I don't know if that's normal or not.

[that's a question he'd have to ask someone who's been here longer]

Yeah, it's usually 'bout two ta three weeks... [A sigh.] Anythin' interestin' happen on that moon besides the masque?

We were given access to the terraformers near the end of our stay. I know a few of us went down there to see how we could help - but nothing nearly as exciting as the masquerade.

You went down there ta check them out?

[Better find out if the info is first hand or not before she tries to find out more.]

Mm, with Jim Kirk and a few other people. I'm sure others went as well, but that was the group I was with.

When we left, the moon's council decided that they'd try to fix them, since - they were the cause for the moon's toxicity in the first place. So now it's just a matter of . . . waiting to see if we hear word on the progress.

[which, he hopes they do]

[...it takes her a moment to put all those pieces together.]

So y'all found out what was wrong with them... but couldn't fix them... an' the people on the planet who had access ta them this entire time... decided ta try an' fix 'em after we left.

[Nothing about that was particularly surprising, but what may have been was that she was still disappointed.]

It wasn't up to us to actually fix them - that's why it was left up to the moon's council to decide to go ahead or not. But we had - er, something they could use to install into the core. We still helped out a lot, but - in the end it was their decision.

An' just what did we have tat could fix their thingame machines?

Some sort of gumball that . . . isn't a gumball.

[don't ask him no one told him about the gumballs]

...the gumballs we had as cargo for, like, eight hundred years?

[Slight exaggeration, but still.]

I guess so? I didn't know anything about them until the end.

Ya have no idea how much trouble that cargo caused... [Clay'd basically had to sit on those boxes for a while.]

An' that. Is weird. [Having just the right kind of cargo after being held and having their funds suspended for bringing that cargo in the first place to it being JUST the necessary ingredient to fix the pollution in the first place? Please. She may have been born at night, but it wasn't last night.] Oh well, figured it'd be a pretty borin' TV show otherwise.

Of course. Since ratings are their main concern, not anything else.

[if he sounds a little angry about that - well, he is. He has so many issues with the Atroma]

Maybe.

[But that's kind of the opposite of what she's thinking right now. It's too coincidental. She doesn't like it. She's not one to box things up into neat packages until she knows for sure they actually fit there, she's learned the hard way how messy life is, how easy it is to be caught up in someone else's lies.]

Mmm. In any case - do you need anything? You've been asleep for a while and I can imagine that's done a number on you.

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