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.]

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[touchofrogue]

[Of course, it figured. Kurt was gone but she was still here.

Even reading this left a weary sort of dull ache in her stomach. Who did Mystique think she was to offer advice like this, as if she had any position of care in Rogue's life, after all Mystique had done to her? It was infuriating when she thought of it, and Rogue was too weak to do anything about it.

But she couldn't just let it lie, either. Couldn't ignore it. This wasn't -- it wasn't something bad Mystique had done and her conscience told her that deserved to be acknowledged. Her petulant strategist told her that if she let Mystique leave comments in her journal unaddressed, the other woman would have won. A 'thank you' seemed like the best response... and utterly impossible.

She didn't want to do this, but Mystique didn't deserve to win either.]

Noted.