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]

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.]