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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.

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[theycalledmeacurse]

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.

[pampa]

[ 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. ]

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ 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.

[pampa]

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. ]