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» WHO? Rogue + others (closed/open prompts)
» WHEN? August 30-September 3
» WHERE? Corridors, Observation Deck, unknown location, etc.
» WHAT? Rogue's powers go haywire immediately before she disappears for 2 days.
» WARNINGS? Thoughts of death and wartime/pow experiences. Updated as needed.

God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?

Things have been difficult this past month, there's no other way to spin it. Between the horrible illnesses that had rampaged through the station effecting them all in different ways and all the people who disappeared over the weeks, things had been hard to process and deal with. Losing all the people from her past was proving especially trying, resulting in Rogue steadfastly trying not to think about any of it. Some days that was easier than others.

Overall, though, things were looking up - as much as they could in this place, anyway. People were recovering from the illness, things had returned to their strange version of normal, and she was starting to feel like some semblance of okay again.

She really should have known better.

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And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"
I can't help this awful energy

[ At any given moment of the day, at the forefront of Rogue's mind is the safety of others on the station. Day or night, in the public areas or the privacy of her own room, her thoughts constantly circle back to how to protect the others, perhaps not from the station and its horrors but at least from herself. Keeping everyone here safe from the mutation she's never been able to control is of a higher priority in her mind than her own safety.

It's because of that concern for the others that she stays covered even while keeping her distance in the halls or the gym, only shedding the layers of fabric and revealing her deadly skin when wearing her fully-charged inhibitor bracelet. There are moments when she lets herself get close to the others, sitting within arms reach or passing near in the halls, but always there are those protective measures in place preventing skin-to-skin contact. Always. So it makes no sense when those precautions fail her, when everything goes so wrong -- but what does make sense here.

There are inches between her and the other person, a familiar face she flashes a smile at, perhaps a bit a flirtation in it because things are finally getting better. But those inches no longer offer the same security they once did, and it's as if ice fills her veins as she feels her mutation spark to life, tugging at the energy of that innocent bystander, siphoning their life into her body beyond her control. The fear that grips her is bitter on the tongue and she turns toward them with horror written across her face. ]

[ he starts to smile back, if only for lack of better options. his relationship with rogue has been strained overall, but it isn't her fault he's a dick. it isn't really even his. but now that he's corporeal again he's been investigating with just as much fervor as before he fell ill, and at first that's what he's worried is happening again. he suddenly feels weak, but it isn't gradual like the station sickness; rather it comes on all at once and he falls to his knees, looking up at her in confusion. ]

Rogue...?

Miller, oh lord sugar, I'm sorry.

[ The words rush out as she sees the expression on his face. It's not just her, whatever's going on is hurting him. She tries every internal trick Charles had ever suggested, cycling through each mental technical and shielding exercise she'd learned over the years, but the seconds pass and nothing happens. ]

I don't know what's happening-- [ Taking a few steps closer, she reaches out a gloved hand, wanting to help him but not knowing how. But with each of those steps, the strength of the absorption increases, pulling on more of his energy. ]

Are you doing this? [ why else would she apologize? he lets out a pained grunt when she comes closer, eyes squeezing shut as his head hangs. is this how it finally ends? he's afraid to die, ironically enough for a guy with a deathwish. ]

Not on purpose, it doesn't work like this! [ It has to be the station, it's playing with her again, changing the rules on the flip of a coin. Another experiment, another test to see what the mice do in their cage. She wants to scream and rage, she wants to help him, but she's just making everything worse.

Moving closer makes it worse, so she frantically steps back, nearly stumbling over her own feet trying to put distance between them. ] I'm not touching you, this shouldn't be happening. I'm sor--

[ And then she's gone. With no fanfare or warning, one second there and then. Not.

She really is sorry, Miller. You didn't deserve this. ]

[ just when he's wondering what doesn't work like this, she's gone. miller forgets his pain, head whipping around to try and locate rogue. but she's nowhere. he pushes himself to his feet and canvases the area. she's nowhere to be found. ]

The house was awake, the shadows and monsters
The hallways, they echoed and groaned

[ She's floating. For a split second, there's a spike of terror within her that they've lost gravity again, her experiences from the last time leaving no fondness for the experience, but that isn't it. The metal that surrounds her isn't the hallway she'd just been in, and there's no sign of any of the others. There's just a stretch of space around her encased in metal, and far below a glowing light.

Where is this? Is she still on the station? Is this how they've been brought here, blinking into and out of existence, in one location and then another? Is she being sent back?

That thought sets in the panic more than anything else about her present circumstances and she tries to move, tries to flail and gain traction to somehow get to the curved wall, but the only thing that happens is the world become harder to grasp. It's like the oxygen is too thin, everything tilting as a lightheadness seeps into her, and she starts to feel like the people she's touched: shaken and faint.

Why is this happening? Why her? She's always tried to be the best person she could be, to do the right thing and make the world better for everyone else. Why do these terrible things keep happening to her?

Time passes but she has no idea how much. Hours, minutes, days. The panic ebbs and flows in waves with that lightheaded feeling, thirst and hunger setting in along with a bone-deep chill, and before long the doubt sets in too. The thread of doubt that she will ever leave this place, instead just hanging here in nothingness until death claims her again. Perhaps it will be her final death, the last in a long line, and then maybe she can finally rest...

No. She can't give up. She has friends here, real friends who care about her, she knows they do. They will realize she's gone and they'll look for her. They won't leave her to die like her team did. They won't. So when those moments of doubt grip at her chest, she does her best to focus, even her breathing, and wait.

She waits, and she hopes. ]

Note: Rogue will be missing for 2 IC days. Feel free to use this space to react to / investigate her disappearance, leave her messages, etc.

God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?

[ In the space of a single heartbeat, everything changes again. One beat, she's suspended within that tube of metal, mind drifting as she tries to remain calm. Another beat and she's falling, her left shoulder taking the brunt of the impact as her body meets the cold metal floor of--

The observation deck. That view of the planet and stars greets her like an old friend and she very nearly cries in relief. It might be the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.

The moment someone moves near her, she flails backward, limbs shaking as she struggles to put distance between herself and the innocent person who doesn't deserve what this place has made her do. She doesn't want to hurt anyone anymore. ]

[ he hates to admit it, but that android connor? he's pretty useful, for a microwave. he feels like he's getting close to finding her, or at least figuring out where she went. is it what was happening to him, when he was disappearing? it's different than the people who "leave," dissolving the same as arrivals. and he's checked the cryopods over and over and over again, multiple times a day. yet another mystery that just won't quit. he never was a fan of those, for a detective.

he comes to the observation deck to think, occasionally, when he's exhausted all other leads. and boy, are they exhausted. so is he. he hears the fall before he can turn around from the view of the planet below to catch it. but then he's whirling around and going to her, healed from whatever had happened before and easily ditching self-preservation to get close even when he realizes who it is. ]

Rogue? I've been lookin' all over for you.

[ It's instinct that has her moving away from him, her body so cold she can barely feel herself against the floor. But then his words register and she goes still, staring up at the man who is so much better than he realizes, hope and fear and exhaustion warring for dominance in her expression. ]

You looked for me?

[ There's a bit of rasp in those smooth southern vowels, and-- Are her teeth chattering? She can't tell anymore, she can hardly remember what it's like to be warm. Hugging her left arm to her body, she can't say whether it's numb from the fall or the cold. ]

[ he touches his chest in indication. ]

I'm a detective, remember?

[ there's a sort-of smile then, and he removes his jacket to place over her shoulders. ]

Come on, kid. Let's get you to medbay.

[ A detective. One who cares, whether he wants to admit it or not. A good man deep in his bones. Her hands automatically wrap around the edges of that jacket, holding it close to keep in the warmth it still has from his body. ]

That's a good idea. I think I'm dehydrated. How long was I...?

Do you remember anything? It's been, um, a few days. I think.

[ miller rubs at his eyes and leads the way to the elevators. ]

[ A few days. It had felt longer, but she's still alive, so it couldn't have been. She follows him to the elevator, the movement helping warm her up just a little, thank goodness. ]

It's all kind of fuzzy. I kept feeling sick while I was-- [ A pause ] I was floating somewhere.

Floating? In zero gee? [ huh. that should narrow things down, but he's not sure where she was with only that for a clue. ] Could you see anything?

[ She nods to confirm the first questions, then frowns at the last. Everything was so muddled in her mind, all of it one horrible waking nightmare, but there was something... ]

There was a light under me, far away. Metal everywhere. It felt like... a tunnel, but I couldn't move to reach the sides. And it was so cold.

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