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

[cajunspice]

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.

[touchofrogue]

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?

[cajunspice]

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.

[touchofrogue]

[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.]

[cajunspice]

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.

[touchofrogue]

[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.]

[cajunspice]

[It was only after those words from her that Remy slipped back into a smile, one of those real ones that was often reserved just for her.] Ya love me, admit it. [Shooting a wink over at her as he went back to his soup prep.]

[touchofrogue]

Like a toothache. [Light and quick, but giving him an open and friendly look before resuming her grumbling expression.]