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[la_belle_rogue]

[Hello, Barge. There's another new face here, one with green eyes and brown hair with white bangs. She smiles, and it's friendly and warm. The voice is all magnolias and honey.]

Not much in the way of orientation 'round here, is there? S'all right. Ah'm no stranger ta jumpin' in the deep end right off. Sorta reminds me of the first day of school.

Mah name's Rogue. Ah'm here as a Warden. Ah'm still settlin' in, but Ah figure Ah'll take a full look around the place here in a bit, get mah bearin's. If anyone feels like playin' tour guide, Ah wouldn't object either.

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[burnmythoughts]

[Jean grins and her eyes crinkle and this feels okay, like there are no dim, dark images trying to drag her down and suffocate her.]

It's great, isn't it? Chromie's a sweetheart.

[Her brow furrows, a little, as she considers exactly what to say. There's so much.]

Well, sometimes we set down on different worlds - we call them ports. Most of us can go out and explore, but if you fall of the boat...you end up a part of that world until we leave.

In breaches, the Barge - I guess it becomes the world, and we're all a part of it from the beginning.

Floods - I'm not sure what causes them, I guess some kind of weird cosmic debris, but they...change people. Turn them into animals, or kids, or people they love. Sometimes they make you spout out the truth, sometimes they make you burst into song. There's no way to predict when they'll happen or what they'll do.

[la_belle_rogue]

[That's a lot of information to take in, but Rogue seems to take it all in stride. Though, that transforming bit was something she could do without. But part and parcel.]

Well, at least they keep it interestin' around here. [And she can't help it. She has to know.] Is that what happened ta ya? One of those breaches?

[burnmythoughts]

[She figured it was coming, and she can't begrudge her for it; she'd want to know, too.]

Yeah. I - her life was hard, and dangerous, and she ended up in the wrong place.

[la_belle_rogue]

Ah'm sorry, darlin'. Take it easy for a while, won't ya? [Her concern level is likely disproportionate for people just meeting each other, but she can't help it. It's Jean.]

[burnmythoughts]

[Jean notices, and her gaze is curious but her smile is grateful.]

I'll do my best. Careful and I aren't always on great terms. [And suddenly, her heart aches for Scott. He's the careful one.]

...What were you doing, before the Admiral called?

[la_belle_rogue]

Ah hear that. [Let us all not discuss Scott. Because Rogue will really make your heart ache, Jeanie.]

Ah was workin' at a school, sorta post disaster. [And pre-funeral. Yeah she needed to take a break from that. Though she ended up walking into a boat full of ghosts who don't know her. Story of her life.]

[burnmythoughts]

[Well it's not like he went dark side or anything! Scot would never do that!

Fortunately Jean has no inkling of future events, so her smile is soft and bright.]

Lucky school. I'd like to do that, someday. [To give the next generation all that she had.] I hope the disaster wasn't too bad. [And, if she'd rather talk about something else...] What do you teach?

[la_belle_rogue]

[Oh Jean. Just...never go peeking in Rogue's head. You will be sad forever.]

Ah don't really have a normal subject Ah teach. Mah area is more in self and power control.

[burnmythoughts]

[A soft, delighted smile.] You teach at Xavier's.