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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.

[Garden Spam, over the next few days]

[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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My room's always open to you. Level 4, room 13.

I've got a mostly-empty minibar. You're welcome to whatever's left in there.

I'm right on it, lovey. Should 'ave it by day's end.

...At least we got a look at 'ow 'e can be when 'e's not being an arsehole.

Edited 2013-09-25 19:29 (UTC)

[Charles has, at this point, offered to let her stay with him whenever she needs a place to go, but he also runs into her in the garden. He's been taking his responsibility as caretaker seriously, even if he's still not really an expert in these things, so he putters around quietly and tries to keep out of her way while she's meditating.

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.]

Take my room. It's the least I can do for. Everything.

It has a kitchen with pies and a dog.

[So, what do you do when the ghost of a green-skinned, leather-wrapped old man has been following you around?

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.

[Welp. He still feels off balance, without Raisa around; it's like readjusting to silence after the noise of a crowd. But like he's not going to pay attention when she's asking for help.]

You'd have to open the pub. [But he will sit with her and give her a place to crash.]

[Well you have to get to the garden somehow, don't you?

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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