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[She's at the very end of her frayed rope. It's obvious in her voice. Rogue is at her breaking point.]
Someone get me drunk and gimme a place ta pass out. Ah can't stay in mah own room right now, and Ah can't deal with [This Alpha bullshit. The loud voices in her head. Anything to do with that breach.] any more of this.
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Lets get this trap thing set up, whenever you're ready.
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[Once she's had her initial meltdown, she has to pull herself together. Which meant a lot of internal work. So she's sitting in the gardens for hours, every day, for the next few days, meditating.]
[She's at the very end of her frayed rope. It's obvious in her voice. Rogue is at her breaking point.]
Someone get me drunk and gimme a place ta pass out. Ah can't stay in mah own room right now, and Ah can't deal with [This Alpha bullshit. The loud voices in her head. Anything to do with that breach.] any more of this.
[Private Iris |Still Audio]
Lets get this trap thing set up, whenever you're ready.
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[Once she's had her initial meltdown, she has to pull herself together. Which meant a lot of internal work. So she's sitting in the gardens for hours, every day, for the next few days, meditating.]
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Date: 2013-09-25 07:21 pm (UTC)From:I've got a mostly-empty minibar. You're welcome to whatever's left in there.
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Date: 2013-09-25 08:42 pm (UTC)From:Yeah, Iris left us somethin' in the spa.
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Date: 2013-09-25 07:28 pm (UTC)From:...At least we got a look at 'ow 'e can be when 'e's not being an arsehole.
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Date: 2013-09-25 07:31 pm (UTC)From:And Ah don't want ta even think about the last few days.
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Date: 2013-09-25 07:35 pm (UTC)From:[private| audio]
Date: 2013-09-25 08:02 pm (UTC)From:Look, Iris...Ah gotta go.
[And she hangs up.]
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Date: 2013-09-25 08:07 pm (UTC)From:He probably won't admit to keeping an eye out in case anyone unfriendly decides to drop by and interrupt her, but it's not like that sort of thing doesn't happen on the Barge.]
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Date: 2013-09-25 08:38 pm (UTC)From:Then she can't help herself. Eyes still shut, meditative pose still held, she speaks up.]
Ah know what you're doing, Charles. And Ah appreciate it.
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:20 pm (UTC)From:Spam
Date: 2013-09-26 12:22 am (UTC)From:Doin' a bang up job, sugah. [She's quiet for a moment, and then she opens her eyes to look at him.] So, how's the noise level? Am Ah leakin' at all?
[The crowd in her head was still disorganized, but she'd been sorting through them, putting back up the structures in her mind so they'd stay out of her stray thoughts. She had gained an echo personality -a strong copy of someone's mind that she could actually see as projection from her brain-, but if he was only listening to the surface, she didn't think Charles would pick up on it.]
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Date: 2013-09-25 10:25 pm (UTC)From:It has a kitchen with pies and a dog.
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Date: 2013-09-26 12:14 am (UTC)From:[Alpha hasn't even be remotely chastised, Ned. She's a little mad at you right now, but she's got too much on her plate to lambaste you. So she's just going to turn down the hospitality.]
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Date: 2013-09-26 12:24 am (UTC)From:The offer is there.
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Date: 2013-09-25 10:50 pm (UTC)From:At the least, he's been staying at a safe distance and not saying much. But he has been eyeing Rogue like he's trying to figure out whether he could take her in a fight if he had to.
When she begins meditating, he finally approaches, to look down at this new human with no small amount of disdain. His eyes are clear, electric blue.]
You won't be able to suppress me.
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Date: 2013-09-25 10:53 pm (UTC)From:She didn't open her eyes.]
Never say never. You're not the first echo Ah've dealt with.
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:06 pm (UTC)From:I assume you know who I am.
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Date: 2013-09-25 11:08 pm (UTC)From:[This will become a recurring theme of this conversation; her telling him he's not real.]
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Date: 2013-09-26 07:54 pm (UTC)From:You'd have to open the pub. [But he will sit with her and give her a place to crash.]
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Date: 2013-09-28 01:45 am (UTC)From:And the ship's only so big. Just a matter of time until you run into somebody you might not want to see.]
Well how 'bout that.
[As if it's pure coincidence, as if he hasn't been waiting for the right moment. Hasn't been following her from afar since the damn breach wore off. She's not the only one nursing effectively a hangover.
He's just got his own way of channeling it. In this case strolling towards her with a wide, feral grin, teasing at honest amusement but not entirely succeeding.]
What're the odds, huh?
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Date: 2013-09-28 03:14 am (UTC)From:She wants to run. She is wrecked mentally in a way others on the Barge just aren't. She's picking up the pieces after Hurricane Alpha,and dealing with the 'hang over' on top of it. Her realities still blend in confusing ways. She knows she's not ready to deal with him right now.
But Rogue is bullheaded on her best of days. And this isn't her best day.]
Doubt they're long ones.
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Date: 2013-09-30 04:14 pm (UTC)From:[His gaze flicks over her, with all the familiarity he'd come to know during the breach, but it's largely just to get a rise out of her. He's a little weirded out by the whole thing too, he's just better at hiding it. At using it to his advantage.
He doesn't need to lean in close to get the agitation rolling off her in waves. Doesn't need to try to tell how much his presence is unsettling her right now. But that doesn't stop him from taking a step closer to do it anyway. She's got quite the unusual little mix at the moment.]
Well somebody's less happy to see me than usual. An' here I thought you enjoyed that little piece of marital bliss we had goin'.
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