.09 and you live in a zoo

[touchofrogue]

Who: Rogue + Anyone Else
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes
When: 8/8/16

[Rogue was in the kitchen, thrilled to be well enough to be doing her job, when there was an unexpected sponsor drop. It was little more than a shoe box, and to her shock - and dread - she saw it was addressed to her.

Well, it wasn’t going to just go away on its own, so she opened it up to find a selection of pink, sparkly, tiaras. And a note: We hope these help you celebrate your special day! Put one on and smile for the camera -- PP&Co.

You had to be kidding her. Rogue made a disgusted face and got back to work. She was trying to make a chocolate cake. Once she got the concoction in the oven, however, she took a picture of several of the tiaras and sent out a general text message:]

Free to a good home.

[Later on, she puts on a deceptively simple short dress and heads out to the Iskaulit -- twenty-five. Geeze. That definitely deserved a drink. She never thought she’d live this long.]

Comments

[valiantfire]

That is very kind of you! If no one else speaks up to claim one, I would not mind accepting them.

{Fingon is still confused, but won't push.}

[touchofrogue]

[...really?]

You can come pick one up if you want. I've got plenty. I'm on the Vanquish.

[It was beyond her why anyone would want one of those, but... hey, better someone got some enjoyment out of them than sparkly trash.]

[valiantfire]

{Super serious.}

Are you sure? I will be right there!

{Sparkles!}

Would you like some cookies?

[touchofrogue]

...depends. Are they good cookies?

[It's her birthday, she is allowed to be picky. And she might just be teasing a little bit at this point.]

[valiantfire]

Yes. {Fingon is perfectly serious.}

You cannot go wrong with chocolate cookies!

[touchofrogue]

[Well, that was true.]

In that case, I cannot go wrong with chocolate cookies! Thanks for the offer, you can feel free to bring some over if you like.

[valiantfire]

I will! Where should I go once I arrive?

[touchofrogue]

C'mon into the kitchen.

-->Action

[valiantfire]

I will see you soon.

{Fingon carefully places a half dozen fresh baked cookies into a bag and eventually manages to get to Rogue's ship - his first time piloting a ship or shuttle or anything other than a horse-drawn carriage or a horse itself. So cold, so eerily silent.

The Elf keeps going though, and eventually gets to the Vanquish's kitchen, relief clear.}

Ah...Hello? Is that the right greeting here?

Action

[touchofrogue]

Some might try 'Live long an' prosper'. [She speaks as she turns to him with a small smile - of note, her hands are gloved.] But hello works fine for me. I'm Rogue.

[valiantfire]

{Fingon smiles brightly, glowing just enough to be noticeable. He sees her gloves but thinks nothing of them, though bows politely to her as a matter of course.}

I can use that greeting if you wish! I am Fingon. You are well met, as my people would say!

[touchofrogue]

[Blink blink blink.

He was. Was he really glowing?

Okay, that was new.] Nice ta meet ya too, Fingon.

[She approaches the table where she has the box and slides it over.] Here are the tiaras, if ya wanna look through them. First come, first serve.

[valiantfire]

{All the glow!

Fingon carries the bag of cookies over to the table and opens it for her inspection.} And the cookies, as promised.

Are you certain you do not want the tiaras?