driftfleet | .08 stop all the clocks

Who: Rogue and anyone who likes!
Broadcast: Yes, text, first part
Action: Yes, second part!
When: Today

[In the weeks since Rogue woke up from her coma, she found that: a) dealing with atrophied muscles really sucked, but she at least had her feet underneath her again; b) they were on a planet with space invaders and going down there chronically endangered every single native and she hated it; c) ...so many people were gone.

It hurt. It hurt enough to drive her to public communication. She writes:]

Okay, so for those of ya who've been at this for a while... I'm comin' up on eight years in one of these interdimensional sewer stops, an' I know we're supposed ta be stay positive but sometimes... positive just doesn't cut it. Here, in no particular order, are my top five reasons for why these places are the worst. Feel free to share your own.

5. Even when something changes, nothing ever changes.
4. Old faces are new faces.
3. The absolute boredom only spiced with moments of sheer terror.
2. Explainin' the same old 'stuckness' ta every new face.
1.

[Everybody leaves. She can't quite bring herself to write that down, though, and so temporarily abandons the post to get back on the Iskaulit and train. She heads to the gym to do very basic strength training exercises over and over and over again. At least she's gotten so she can do this on her own, but Rogue is still far from satisfied with her progress.

Much later, she'll be at Nami's bar, ordering some food and, finally, checking the journal to see if she has any responses to her list.]

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[...yeah. Everyone leaves.

It didn't hurt more to see the words. It didn't hurt less. It just hurt.

And it didn't help to see that Kitty had been through it too - like the rest, she was a candidate for leaving - but it hurt a little differently. She felt badly that Kitty had had to go through this too. No one should have to go through this.]

Yeah. Yeah, they do.

Are you okay? Want company? [As if she isn't the one being the most depressing here.]

[The word 'okay' stopped having any real sort of meaning for her what seems like a long time ago, and that was depressing. She glanced at her communicator and then around the bar.]

Sure, I could do with some company. Where are you, I'll come join you.

The planet. Just outside. No where particular, but I could meet you at a bar? Or somewhere more private if you want?

[If Rogue was feeling better, she'd suggest another spar. She felt like a spar. She felt... awful, just wanting to take out all this frustration and loss on something. But she didn't feel better enough to keep up with Kitty, and that was a whole other layer of frosting on this layered cake of anger and depression.]

If you feel like something at the bar, come on up. If not, we could go by the viewing windows here. I don't really do this planet.

[For reasons that should be obvious to Kitty.]

[They are. She wasn't sure if Rogue was just dressing for it to get off the ships or avoiding it.]

Viewing windows sound good. I'll be there soon.

[And she will be true to her word! She'll look like she hasn't had a decent night's sleep in two weeks because she hasn't. Maybe Rogue could have taken her in a spar.]

.08 stop all the clocks

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