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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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[Rogue glanced down at their hands and... she remembered all those months in Luceti when it had just been the two of them, remembered the fight they'd had to have just so she would say his name...]

Remy-- [She laughed and shook her head, then squeezed his hand before letting it go - wouldn't be right to just sit there and hold onto him.] I'll keep it in mind. Figures ya want me ta spar with ya now, when a light breeze could knock me over.

[A quick, wry grin that... slid off her face as she sighed.] I know what you're sayin' is right, gotta live life where we're at just... [A pause, her teeth grinding together for a moment[ I am so tired of this.

Well I gotta get the upper hand on ya somehow, don't I? [Yet it felt a little forced as he brought his hand back to him, laying still against the table for a moment before whatever it was that was sitting in the air around them forced him to start tapping his fingers. Some movement to help cope and reduce that pressure.]

Wish I had a better answer for ya. [Remy really did. She had been stuck through this so much longer than he had, so many more years and so many more horrors, fighting to keep going through so much. Battles, friends and family coming and going, her daughter... But he got that itch, that need for substance to life. It drove him up the wall to be still, to not have a way to get out and do something. Routine only helped so much. In the end they were still in a prison, just one with prettier walls rather than those of bars and brick.]

[She felt badly for him when he started tapping his fingers. She knew him pretty well by now, knew the pattern of his fidgets, and that wasn't a particularly good sign.

She sighed and glanced down for a minute before looking back up at him.] Do appreciate ya listenin'. I'll get it together. I promise.

Edited 2016-07-18 02:13 (UTC)

'nytime, really. 'nd hey, no need to rush right 'way, hein? Ya just woken up after all, if 'nything gives ya a bit of leeway a coma would certainly do that.

[Rogue made a face.] 'Coma.' Bleck. That was the worst night's sleep I've ever had, an' I've had some lousy night's sleep.

[Belatedly aware that she was whining at him again, Rogue gave a brief laugh.] Aw, shoot. There I go again. Got company an' I'm just gripin' at ya. I ought ta be ashamed.

Edited 2016-07-18 03:14 (UTC)

Night, day, night, day, more nights, more days. [Yes he had been worried, but it wouldn't be like Remy if he wasn't ready to tease Rogue about what happened. Now that she was ok, now that she was awake, now that she was past that.]

Nah, if ya can't gripe to ya friends then who can ya to? I mean, just because ya breakin' Southern etiquette with havin' guests over, don't mean 'm goin' to tell ya on 'cause of it.

[She rolled her eyes good naturedly at his tease and... tried not to think about it. She really didn't want to think about it.]

I'd offer ya some lemonade an' cookies, but all we've really got is goop an' more goop. [Well, maybe they had the ingredients to make the goop less... goop-like, but it wasn't exactly appetizing.]

That be mighty kind of ya, 'nd I think in this situation I won't hold it against ya. [Although good Southern etiquette would also mean he should had brought something around for her. So clearly he's got to do the next best thing.] Ya eaten yet? I could make ya something up.

I would do terrible things for a cheeseburger an' chilli fries. [A sigh.] ...but I suppose soup's the better idea.

[Even considering the source.]

Well I have ya know have got a possible lead on cheese, Kitty been tryin' to find a way to make it 'nd we may have it sorted in the near future... by the pink pony that's in the fleet. [Yeah, that was still weird.] So may not be able to do for ya today, but maybe soon.

'til then, I think I can manage something close to soup with what ya kitchen got here.

[Rogue gave him a Look. A pink pony?] ...she's not thinkin' of milkin' the pony, is she?

Not without askin' I hope. Though I did ask how does a pony milk a cow considering hooves 'nd all, 'nd if the cows in their world be like the ponies 'nd able to talk 'nd all that, because if they are... that's just a little weird.

[Rogue gave him a warning shake of her head.] Ya keep goin' down that road an' you'll end up vegetarian.

'nstead of eatin' tasty, tasty murder? [A smirk as he stood from his seat, rubbing his hands together and started looking around the ship's kitchen for items to make up said soup she mentioned.] Think might take bit more than talkin' animals. Now if that was happenin' in our world, then might have to reconsider. Maybe. Though does raise questions of the whole food cycle in general, non? If all animals be able to talk 'nd think like humans do.

[Her lips twitched up a little.] I almost forgot how much ya talked.

[Except no, she hadn't. And this was nonsense. But it was nice nonsense, it filled the air and she didn't have to think too hard just to tease him.]

Nahh, no way ya could get that 'mpression of me out of ya head. [A grin and wink in her direction.] Now, wish I had some of the items I got back on the Duck or the Bar for ya, but sure can make something half decent for ya here. Once ya bit more stable will get ya down planet wise for some proper planet food. It ain't too bad this time 'round.

How a classic like chicken noodle soup suit ya for now?

[A little scowl.] Think I'm supposed ta stick ta fluids for a while.

[Mother says.

And in this case, she was sure Mystique was right.] Chicken noodle sounds great.

[Still scowling, though. Still. Scowling.]

Hey, [Remy reached out to poke a finger against her forehead and where the scowl was sitting, having managed to put on full gloves before coming over, even if his energy barrier would stop her mutation working on him. Just to add an extra layer, so she didn't have to worry about where their skin was exposed and possible contact between them.] Stop it, ya shouldn't be havin' to frown over 'nything so soon after gettin' up.

[He pulled his hand back with a smile.] Just 'njoy gettin' up 'nd 'bout, even in small doses.

[Rogue raised a hand, frowning, to swat his hand away as if he was an annoying fly. Her frown deepened with how much effort and pain it took to move her atrophied arm and she hissed slightly through clenched teeth.] Tell that ta my audience.

[Still unsettled that Mystique had even contacted her... but picking up enough on the leftover worry in his voice that he'd been concerned about her to try not to snap at him. Try.]

I would but I donno where they keep the cameras. Though be 'nterestin' to find out if there be an Official Rogue Fan Club, non? Might even have their own caps with ya white on them. [Raising his hand to point to his hair, motioning where her streak was on her own head, grinning as he spoke and moving around to start pulling out items he needed to start cooking.] When ya feelin' up to it should get to the Space Bar, got some supplies from the planet there 'nd I can make ya some proper food, not use the muck we normally have to work with.

Have ta be some pretty sick fans ta hold onto an interest in a sleepin' gal for this long. [Have to be some pretty sick fans to be watching this show, period. Have to be some pretty sick fans to want to be anything at all to do with her at all.] S'that what you're callin' it now? The Space Bar?

Hey, ya never been on the 'nternet? There a lot of weird fetishes out there.

[Moving along from that disturbing line of thoughts, Remy hummed as he turned on the kitchen's stove, threw a pan on top of the element and started chopping up items to put in it.] Pretty sure it's always been that, non? Since Varric started it. [There was a slight pause in thought while he also tipped some of the items into the pan.] Seemed like fine folk, shame didn't get to know him better while he was here.

[Rogue shuddered.] Thank ya for that lovely thought.

[People watching her while she slept? No, no thank you.]

Was it? [...glancing down at the kitchen counter.] ...my brain's been a bit -- my memory for some of the details here hasn't been that great, since I woke up. Forgot the name of one of Loki's crew members. Didn't remember Pearl had gone home...

[That wasn't terrifying.]

Hey, [Remy turned to face her, having lost any hint of a smile but not hardening his face either.] Ya haven't even been on ya feet twenty four hours, give it a bit. If ya still havin' issues later in the week then oui, be something to look 'nto. 'til then, don't beat yaself up over it. Recover first.

[Rogue met his gaze evenly, frowning a little and then grumbled something like:] Bossy Cajuns in my kitchen, thinkin' they can tell me what ta do...

[She shifted her gaze away, painfully propped her elbow up on the table and her chin in her hand, and sulked. She hated when he was right.]

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