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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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[ 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.

[ a light... a tunnel. like the tunnels on ceres. like the tunnels on eros. this is a space station like the one he grew up on, he should be able to crack this. with rogue's help now maybe he can. ]

Okay. Just... relax. You're gonna be fine.

[ he hits the up arrow and puts his hands on his coat where it's over her shoulders, leading her inside the car. ]

Do you think this station is torturing us? Or do you think it's tryin' to communicate and this is the only way it knows how?

[ because being alone with no water and no solid ground for days on end. nothing to look at or do, that could drive someone insane. it's definitely torture. that's not the question - is torture the goal or a byproduct? maybe he's asking the wrong person after what she'd just been through. ]

[ It feels good to have that brief touch of his hands on her shoulders. It's solid, like the floor under her feet, and she'd nearly forgotten what that felt like. That touch is a reminder that she's awake and alive and not alone anymore.

She's not sure he's right about her being fine, though. ]

I think... This is all part of an experiment. [ She pulls in a deep breath and holds a little tighter to his coat. ] Either we were meant to be part of it and that's why all of this is happening, or the experiment was before and we're caught in the aftermath. We know that something happened here, that something probably went wrong — maybe it's still going wrong.

[ Torture had been a part of her daily life for years; she's not going to shy away from a conversation like this now. She's not some delicate flower who can't handle an important conversation, despite how close she feels to breaking in this moment. ]

[ he knows she can take it or he wouldn't have brought it up with her. an experiment makes the most sense, he agrees, but where are the scientists? how are they being observed? he supposes it could be remote, but the psychos he knows prefer their victims up close and personal. miller floats up from the ground when the elevator hits 0 G, he always forgets to turn these stupid mag-boots on. ]

Problem with that theory is everything here is tailored to each of us. How could they alter your ability if they weren't around to know about it? How did they get my hat from Ceres and drop it on my bed? That's not human, and that's not AI. So what the fuck is it?

It's wrong.

[ She reaches out to carefully wrap her hand around his elbow and give a gentle tug back toward the floor; her boots have been turned on since she stood up. No more floating around for her, thank you. ]

Whatever this station was built for, whatever went wrong here, it must still be effecting things. It sounds like something out of science fiction, but so do mutants and space stations, period. Maybe instead of fixing something, they broke it, and that's changed how reality works in this place.

[ She doesn't let go of him, and doesn't plan to unless he makes her. ] When I was wherever I was, I was alone. I didn't know if anyone would even try looking for me, if anyone would care enough to. That's a fear I've had since I got here; maybe something picked up on it and that's why this happened.

[ he looks at her hand where it wraps around his arm, but it doesn't hurt. she's safe. for now. he doesn't shrug her off even if usually, he would. it makes it easier to look her in the eye anyway. ]

Right. I got that part, but...

[ she goes on, interrupting him and he shuts his mouth again to listen. ]

That's what I thought, when I started disappearing. That it was pickin' up on my fears.

[ maybe it's not so crazy a theory. ]

[ She's grateful that he doesn't shrug her off - it helps far more than she could ever put into words. Just having a small physical connection to another living person makes it easier for her to breathe, to think and stay present in the moment. ]

Fear is something all living creatures have in common.

Only 'cause we've all got something to be scared of.

[ he swallows as the doors open and his feet hit the ground again, starting out at a slow shuffle so she can keep the contact if she wants to. ]

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