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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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"It sounds a very reasonably deal," he said, grinning. He let her go carefully, ready to lend support if she did actually need it.

She wavered on her feet -- and it hurt to stand. "I can't argue with ya an' stand up at the same time," she said. "Just wait there."

Please wait.

She took several torturous steps into the room and didn't completely shut the door. She'd never felt her body like this; outside of the coma and a few other powers-related things, it had always been something she could rely on. This was frightening.

She did manage, however, to complete her business without assistance and step slowly back towards the door. (And hopefully back into his arms.)

After so many days spent largely waiting near her, a few minutes standing outside the bathroom like a pervert barely even registered. He was still there when she returned, and caught her handily in his arms. "Bed, or kitchen?" She had to be hungry, right?

Ugh, just the thought of going back to bed had her making a face. "Kitchen."

...and then she remembered what they usually had to eat. "Maybe Eugene has some soup or somethin'?" She gave Loki a small, tired smile. "D'ya mind - I wanna try ta walk first."

She'd just really need to lean on him, but she wasn't one to want to be carried if she could help it.

He'd rather thought so. Eating was non-negotiable at this point, but it was also much easier that she wanted to go to the kitchen herself and he didn't have to fetch it for her (and potentially fight her to get her to eat). "Worth investigating. I haven't stopped by the kitchen in quite some time."

He waited until she felt steady and stepped back, letting her get on her own two feet. Then he bowed and offered her his arm, as he'd done often in the past. She could lean on that as much or as little as she liked, and it put him in a good position to catch her if she did start to fall.

That was an instant concern, really. She glanced up at him while taking his arm. It hurt to move, every muscle screaming protest, and she tried not to let him see. Still, there was very little chance that someone who knew her so well would miss it. "Have ya been eatin'?"

Yes, he still definitely saw, but for her sake he pretended to not notice. "On occasion," he said. "When reminded."

"Then if I've gotta eat goop, ya should too," she said, tightening her grip. She was slowing down. Already. But she was determined to keep moving forward under her own power as much as possible. There was only one way to beat this, and that was to keep moving forward.

Her slowing down was of concern, but since he was here, if she got to a point where she couldn't move, he could simply carry her to medical. And she wouldn't be able to object by then. Loki doubted she'd be able to do permanent harm to herself like this, so he would play along. "That hardly seems fair," he said. "I can go back to my ship and compel Kirito to make me another of those stir-fry things of his if I really must eat."

"Oh, have ya found a good stir fry?" Her voice was strained from the effort, and she really couldn't tighten her grip anymore, she just didn't have the muscle. "That's fine, s'long as you're eatin'."

This sucked. Everything hurt. And she felt like she was still walking around with an anvil on top of her, argh.

"Kirito does well enough. You ought to have some, at some point, and judge for yourself."

He tightened his arm a bit around her, just to give more support. But he wasn't going to pick her up quite yet.

His support was welcomed and at the same time, something that she really, really didn't want to need. But she couldn't walk on her own, so... suck it up, cupcake.

More disturbingly: "...is Kirito a name I'm supposed ta know?"

She thought she knew everyone on the Paisley. Was her mind okay?

"I don't believe so. Had you met everyone on the Paisley? There have been recent changes, but Kirito's been there the entire time I have."

...yeah, she should definitely know that name, then.

"...might just be a bit fuzzy." Rogue tried not to find that terrifying.

"You've been asleep for quite some time," Loki said, though he found himself rather concerned as well. "Give yourself a day and a few good meals and see if things are a bit more clear."

"Right," she muttered, focusing on walking. She felt like crying, which was an infrequent but not unaccustomed sensation. She was used to being able to rely on her body. Her mind was a constant battle, but her body had always been hers to command, even if the command was: 'thou shall not touch'. To wake up and feel so helpless... there were few things she hated more.

Rogue swallowed and focused on trying to channel that feeling into strength, into movement. "Say I agree ta go to this healer. Who've you got in mind?"

He leaned over to press a kiss against the side of her head, not breaking stride. He heard that tone in her voice, but did not want to call it out. "I have not needed a healer yet, myself. I shall make inquiries and see what I might find. Though I do know Obi-wan Kenobi is here, though not the one we knew in Luceti. But he has dealt with me fairly whilst I had no memories of myself."

Rogue put one hand out to the wall. She needed the extra support as she walked. She wasn't looking at Loki; his kiss, his gentleness, was making her more deeply aware of her helplessness, and she hated the feeling. She focused on taking one step at a time. She wasn't going to stop. She refused.

"Don't see," a brief pause, a quiet inhale, "what good a Jedi could do with a thing like this."

Rogue had not had very positive encounters with Jedi -- pushy. They were pushy, know-it-all telepath types. But if Loki was even thinking of trusting one, that said something.

Loki did his best to lend her a little support without actually picking her up. It wasn't an argument he felt at all like having. "Some of them having healing abilities," he said.

Walking was hard. She wasn't going to just... stop, though. Even if he was right there, she couldn't do it, it would break something inside her to have to admit that there was nothing at all in her control right now. "Does he?" she didn't pant when she spoke, but it was an effort. She could feel the extra support he was giving her, but her legs were burning. How much longer was it to the kitchen? It felt like forever...

"I am not entirely certain, but if he does not, one of his people might. I would trust a Jedi as a healer before many doctors. They are rather... scrupulous." Stupidly honest, he meant to say, really.

He eyed Rogue for a moment and then said, "It would really make me feel better if you would allow me to carry you, dearest. You have been so long abed."

"S'why I ought to walk," Rogue gritted. "Can't get any better lyin' ar-- shit," she stumbled and would likely crash to her knees if he didn't support her.

Support her he did, keeping her on her feet with no difficulty. "You also cannot get better if you tire yourself overmuch," he said dryly. "I think if our positions were reversed, you might be saying unkind things about my intelligence right now. Aren't you lucky that I am so much nicer than you?"

Rogue shut her eyes in frustration, swallowing back unjustified harsh words. "So lucky," she spoke through clenched teeth. Then she exhaled slowly and looked back up at him. "Remind me ta tease you 'bout that later." She gave him a lightning fast smile. "All right, Loki."

"I shall look forward to it." He picked her up carefully, one arm around her shoulders and the other under her legs, and headed toward the kitchen again. "I'm certain at some point, I shall collapse into a sad pudding of a man and you shall have to carry me about in a bucket. You can look forward to it."

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