waking up is hard to do

[touchofrogue]

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.]

Comments

[beathach]

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.

[touchofrogue]

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.]

[beathach]

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]

[touchofrogue]

[...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.]

[beathach]

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.

[touchofrogue]

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

[beathach]

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

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

[touchofrogue]

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

[Slight exaggeration, but still.]

[beathach]

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

[touchofrogue]

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.

[beathach]

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]

[touchofrogue]

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.]

[beathach]

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.

[touchofrogue]

[The list of the things that she needs is a long one. The list of the people that she trusts to talk about her needs is... shorter.]

I'm just workin' on catchin' up, buildin' my strength back up. [And she doesn't see how he could help with that, really.]

[beathach]

Just take it easy, you could hurt yourself if you push too much too quickly. And if you do end up needing something - well, you know where to find me.

[he doesn't know her well at all, but maybe she'd appreciate something from the planet. Like real, decent food]

[touchofrogue]

Appreciate it. [A brief pause.] What do I call ya, anyway?

[Hint: Mr. McCoy was right out. Especially since this version of Hank McCoy didn't look all that much older than she did.]

[beathach]

Just Hank is fine. Unless there was something you called the other me and you're more comfortable with that.

[as long as no one calls him professor, because that's just strange to him, considering he still calls Charles that at times]

[touchofrogue]

I kinda like ta give people their own names. The differences matter. There are 'bout 15 versions I know of, after all. Gotta try to keep who we are straight.

[beathach]

That's . . . yeah, that's understandable. [he's only heard about most, and he doesn't know how anyone manages to get it straight] By all means, then? I don't really mind.

[touchofrogue]

Alright, then. Thanks, Hank. [Small smile.]