expiationlogs | ★ OPEN; — once I had a love & it was a gas, soon turned out had a ❤ of glass.

WHO; rogue & YOU.
WHERE; entertainment district, city center, & on the network.
WHAT; a injured drunk mutant wandering around in the middle of the night / asking for assistance for repairs & whereabouts of bones.
WARNINGS; intoxication, spoilers of x-men '97 possibly, maybe talk of loss/death of a loved one, & partial nudity.

— PREVIOUSLY ON THE X-MEN.....

⨂ A. S1 / Episode 10-1. — ❝load up on guns & bring your friends.❞

[ rogue's breathing is coming in rough gasps as she stumbles occasionally on her two feet down the streets. she wouldn't have to worry about walking if she would just hover along the sidewalk. but she had attempted that a few times, but being in the air somehow makes her feel queasier than just maneuvering ahead like normal. her body is aching way worse than earlier this afternoon, and it's most likely because she is overdue for some kind of ointment treatment for her burns or a dose of painkillers.

and while that might be the most adult and logical thing for her to do next, her slosh mind believes drowning in booze is the best medicine for her current predicament. actually, her hazed thoughts feel it'll fix all of her problems. after all, there has to be a reason why logan would sometimes wake up in the crack of dawn with a beer can in his hand, right? something she never believed in doing before, but maybe that ground beast was on to something with his little ritual. ]

[ clutching onto the blanket that's covering her entire body in one hand, and holding onto the neck of a half-drunken bottle underneath with the other, the mutant sways off the sidewalk and back again while singing horrendously off-key to herself. ]

♪ When I was young, I never needed anyone.
And maaaakkin' love was just for fun. ♪

[ in the mist of her walking and singing, the bottle underneath her covers slips through her fingers. a quiet muffle of "oops" leaves her lips as she struggles to pivot around to retrieve it. and when she hunches over for the booze, rogue looses her balance, and she tumbles sidewise against a building structure — creating a dented print in its place. thankfully, the damage isn't terrible enough for the building to collapse, but whoever the owner is of the establishment will definitely not be pleased in the morning. the bump drives rogue to fall flat on her back in the middle of the street, and instead of gathering to her feet, the woman remains on the lane and bellows out the chorus: ]

♪ Allllll byyyy myseeeeellllllfff....!
Don't wanna be... all by myyyseelllf, anymoooooooore...!! ♪

[ if this keeps up, there will definitely be a noise complaint. and the last thing the chosen needs right now is for the local to be even more pisser at them than they already are. ]

⨂ B. S1 / Episode 10-2. — ❝it's fun to lose & to pretend.❞

[ maybe she promised some people she passed by that she was fine, and she stated she will definitely head on home and get some rest. but somewhere in the blur of her doing so, rogue manages to find herself at the city center, nuzzling against the metropolis' massive water fountain on the ground. by the looks of it, she appears to be sleeping with her arms folded underneath her head to use as a pillow. just how long has this woman been out here? well, the fact that the sun is over the horizon is a big indicator that she spent the rest of the night in this one spot.

it's quite a blessing that aldrip is nowhere near New York standards, she would have been robbed without noticing it. but then again, besides a blanket, she isn't carrying anything of valuable. even underneath the covers, she is wearing nothing but her gloves, bandages that's covering her entire torso, and her undergarments. if anything, she just seems to be some poor unfortunate soul who is down on her luck. and whoever believes she is one is...well...probably partially right. should you leave her be, wait for her to wake up, or shake her awake? whatever choice you choose, this woman is going to get up with a very nasty hangover, and having to do the walk of shame. but maybe you can make it less shameful for her. ]

⨂ C. S1 / Episode 10-3. — ❝she's over-bored & self-assured.❞

TXT; un: Sugarlips

[ she feels she doesn't have the right to ask the network for any help, but. here goes: ]

Mornin yall.

Anyone got any experience with sewin a suit? Or stitchin? Or just know how to make clothes? I've tried the tailor in town, but the local folks are eyin me like I've done stunk up the place. If you're willin to help a gal out, I'll pay ya back once I get money or for some other way if that ain't ya cup of tea.

Thanks, Loves.

Oh. One thing I wanna ask. Does anyone remember Leonard McCoy? He's not in my phone anymore. I know this place likes to brainwash folks so. I want to make sure I haven't lost my ever-lovin mind. If it means he went on home, that's fine. I just wanna make sure I didn't make him up.

⨂ D. S1 / Episode 10-4. — ❝oh no, i know a dirty word.❞

A, B, and C not doing it for you? well come get the D! if you want to make your own starter, feel free to comment below or contact me over at buttlet or ping/dm me on discord.

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< Neither am I. >

[Not that they've tried. They've always had a Sinner around to translate for them.]

< And I'd bet they'd be even worse in the middle of the night. I'd be trying to get you home and somehow end up in a completely different town. >

[ the woman snorts at the thought of this stranger attempting to play the game, but somehow end up in the woods somewhere, or in a cave. ]

I can crash at an Inn, if it makes things simpler. I don't fully remember where I live right now anyhow.

< ...That drunk, huh? >

[Yep, this lady is definitely going to have one hell of a hangover the next morning.]

< Sure. Let's go for the inn, then. And... here. >

[They pull their coat off and offer it to her. The air's a bit chillier without it, but luckily the long sleeves of their shirt and their gloves are enough to keep that chill at bay.]

< Better than a blanket, right? >

Aww, thank you, baby.

[ she accepts the coat, and for a brief moment, she unsheltered herself (sorry dante) to clothe then uses the blanket to tie a little knot around her waist to cover her bottom half. the cover now becomes some sort of beach wear skirt. ]

And here I thought, after the smack I've said on the phone, I would have been tossed to the wolves. I really don't deserve the hospitality from ya. So I do mean thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Edited 2024-10-13 15:45 (UTC)

["Baby?"]

[They turn their head to look away as she gets herself settled]

< The... Oh. Right, that whole thing where everyone was deciding what to do. >

< A lot of people got pretty heated there. So whatever it is you said, I don't think you were the only one. >

Yer right, I wasn't, but I think I oughta meet up with some of those folks and apologize. Or maybe make chili gumbo as a peace offerin'.

[ all settled and dress, she approaches to stand side by side with the clockman, flashing him a gentle smile. ]

— And I'm startin' with you. ... I'm sorry I'm being a slight pain in the ass now, and takin' your night away.

< No, no, it's fine! Really! You're not taking me away from anything. Nothing except for a walk, and I can take plenty of those. >

[It's not like they had any plans. They can't remember if they've ever had any plans, nevermind the last time they made them.]

< You know, I don't think I ever asked for your name. >

[ that does bring some relief in her heart, but she still should think of something better to thank this stranger. ... when her mind isn't filled with booze, of course. ]

Rogue. And what's yours, Sugah?

[First "baby," now "sugar." Now that they think about it, there's something familiar about the way she talks. They've spoken with her before, haven't they?]

< Dante. >

[They gesture to the bottom of their currently-being-borrowed coat, where their name is displayed. ...With no small amount of amusement.]

Dante. That's a nice name ya got there.

[ she extends out her gloved hand to offer a handshake, smiling sincerely still. ]

It's nice to meetcha. I promise I won't break ya hand, and I'll be as gentle as a lamb.

[ knowing her forewarning is probably going over their head, but it's always good to say it out loud regardless. some day, she'll need to make a public announcement to the network about her mutant ability. it'll be on her next to-do list for sure. ]

[That makes them hesitate a bit. Not that they think Rogue would do it! No... Not on purpose, anyway. But there are so many augmentations and procedures in their world that would allow her to do just that, and with that much alcohol swimming around in there...

Still, it feels... rude to leave her hanging like that. And she seems to mean every word she says.

...And it's not like it would be the worst thing they've ever felt anyway.

They reach out and shake her hand--and considering Dante's usual awkward bearing, it may come as a surprise that it's a genuinely good handshake as well. As confident in execution as Dante, well... Isn't.]

< Nice to meet you too. And thanks? A lot of people seem to like it for some reason. >

[Or at least they get a lot of comments about it. They didn't think their name would be so popular in so many different worlds.]

[ they have a good grip. huh. she wonders if dante is just shy towards people when it's not considered business related topics. some people are like that in the world. good spokesmen about politics and what not, but socially awkward when it comes to casual gatherings.

but that's fine with her, she won't judge them in the slightest or think weirdly of it. so she lets go of their hand, and continues to grin — head pounding, but at least she's steadily sobering. water would be great right now. ]

It's an unique one. Makes ya sound dashin' or mysterious.

< R-Really? >

[Hearing those two words in the same sentence in reference to them seems... wrong, somehow. They're not sure whether they should thank her or apologize for the misunderstanding.]

< Well, I guess mysterious isn't too far off the mark... >

[Whether they're saying that to Rogue or to themselves is a mystery all on its own]

< But I feel like that fits your name a bit more than mine though, don't you think? >

You're the one in the suit, Honey.

[she grins, pointing a gloved finger at his attire.]

With a name like yours, the get-up, and how you're mindin' your manners? Why, why wouldn't anyone see ya as a dashin' stranger?

[rogue gives them a friendly wink as they continue to stroll, seeing the inn approaching but they still have a long ways ahead to reach it.]

[They nearly trip over themselves in shock.]

< I... Th-Thanks? >

[They stop in place, taking a moment to put their head in their hands and compose themselves. It's not so different from the sort of teasing they might get from Rodya, but from a stranger? What are they supposed to do with this?

Glad, for once, for the perpetual blank slate of emotion that is the face of their clock, they drop their hands back to their sides and catch back up.]

< Sorry about that. Big standard to live up to there. >

[That's the worst explanation they've given in awhile, but they're going with it. What other options do they have?]

[when they stop, so does she — sucking in her lips to prevent herself from smiling too and to contain her laughter. but it's lovely to witness, all considered. rogue enjoys trying to boost people's confidence, even if they get embarrassed about it somewhere in the mix of it. courteously, the mutant waits for the other to draw the same level as her, and they continue to move on with their journey.]

I think you're doin' mighty fine for yourself now. Makin' it look like a cakewalk from what I'm ganderin'.

★ OPEN; — once I had a love & it was a gas, soon turned out had a ❤ of glass.

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