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[theycalledmeacurse]

» 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.

Comments

[rickitikitarr]

I see.

Cats or dogs?

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Spots or stripes?

[theycalledmeacurse]

Dogs, I think, though I've never had either. And stripes, of course.

[ Come on, sugar, have you seen her hair? ]

[rickitikitarr]

You go.

[There aren't emoticons in the seventies, or he'd winky face at her.]

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ She'll have to teach him about them sometime. ]

Beer or vodka?

[rickitikitarr]

Vodka.

Receive a phone call, or receive a letter?

[theycalledmeacurse]

Phone. I like hearing people's voices.

Indian food or Chinese?

[rickitikitarr]

Chinese.

Swim in a lake, or swim in the ocean?

[theycalledmeacurse]

The ocean.

Summer or winter?

[rickitikitarr]

Summer, no doubt.

Hm hm hm

Cabin in the woods or five star hotel?

[theycalledmeacurse]

Cabin, hands down.

Reading or being read to?

[rickitikitarr]

Reading.

After a very long day, a smoke or a drink?

[theycalledmeacurse]

A drink while someone else smokes.

A night in or a night out on the town?

[rickitikitarr]

A night on the town.

A marriage, or an affair?

[theycalledmeacurse]

I can't have either, so what's the point in choosing.

[ She sends the message before she can think twice about it, and when she does... Well. ]

Sorry.

[rickitikitarr]

Don't apologize- but why can't you?

[theycalledmeacurse]

If we ever find a way to leave this place, I don't have anywhere to go back to. And if we're stuck here--

I don't feel safe being within ten feet of someone else with everything this place has been doing. Makes it hard to have any kind of relationship, period.

[rickitikitarr]

Well, my next one was going to be whether or not crisis pulls you near to others, or rather drives you away. But that's a definite give away.

It's hard for me to imagine, honestly.

[theycalledmeacurse]

I always want to be near others. Always. I want to talk with someone, hold their hand, I'm desperate for a hug, but I'm so scared I'll hurt someone.

I don't want you to imagine it. It's good that you can't. I'm so glad you don't have any powers for this place to manipulate and twist into something horrible. Not that my powers have ever not been horrible, but.

This place changed the rules and I couldn't stop it. I just walked by someone and my mutation turned on. I did everything I was supposed to to keep people safe and it didn't matter.

[rickitikitarr]

I'm coming over. Where are you?

[theycalledmeacurse]

Even after I've just outlined why it's not safe and a very bad idea to be near me. Are you always this reckless?

[rickitikitarr]

Usually worse.

If the rules are broken, they're broken. That means that if this place is serious it'll just make you reach out through the nearest wall and zap a passer by. Any self-imposed isolation is just a conceit, and it won't let you kill yourself, so you might as well let me come over.

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ Usually worse. Well, that seems about right, considering how impossible he's being. But she wouldn't change him for anything. ]

I'm in my room. Door's open.

[ Sorry, sugar, she's too comfortably cocooned in blankets to get up to let you in. ]

[rickitikitarr]

[He disconnects, and pops over, knocking once before poking his head back in.]

I knew something had happened but I didn't know what.

[He's brought coffee; he comes over to offer her the mug.]

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ He's an angel. She reaches out with gloved hands to take it carefully, cradling the mug and soaking up every bit of warmth from it she can. ]

Thanks for this. And... for coming over. It's good to see you, sugar.

[rickitikitarr]

You too, babe. I'd have been here sooner if I'd known just how crummy it was.

[Settling down on the edge of the bed.]

Who'd you eat?