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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[Quentin rolls his eyes at her gesture, but he does turn around. Still gonna keep complaining, though.] Yeah, yeah. I'd better.

[Rogue will find that most of the clothing items he's supplied are in more or less her size, so there's that. The fact that she's about the same height as him probably helped.]

Obviously. You see any other omega level mutant telepaths around this dump? Because I sure don't. Barely any decent telepaths at all, for that matter. Not like our X-Men line-up is much better. We've got, what? The Muppet Babies, my old gym teacher, and some random I've never even heard of. Which shouldn't even happen, by the way? Whatever.

[ so as he "introduces" himself, every so often, her hands still in her scouring to take in the important bits of him. omega and telepath being the two main keys. it gets her mental cogs whirling over the sheer luck to have a mutant like quentin as an addition to their team. however, it's troubling, too, that a mind reader is also trapped in a simulation along with the rest of them. just how powerful is this computer?

regardless of it all, she grins warmly at his back once she's done picking what she feels is right; slipping them on. ]

Well, ain't you just a somethin'? Only been talkin' for a short while, and you've got me smilin' like a possum eating a sweet tater. But I reckon you're only taking it easy on me 'cuz this is our first meeting. The asshole is coming later?

[Quentin scoffs.] I'm "taking it easy" on you because the alternative was to let you keep dragging the X-Men name through the mud. I mean, seriously, the shit you pulled with the AI, and then this? Why not just start handing out how-to kits for sentinels while you're at it?

[Aaaand there's the asshole.]

Are you done yet? Not like you cared about your privacy before I showed up.

[ she winces at his disappointment, and that smile of hers vanishes almost completely. he mentioned her being his old gym teacher, and it makes her wonder if she played an important role in this boy's life beyond just educating students about physical fitness, sports, and healthy lifestyles. she would ask, but now is definitely a good time. ]

Well, I wasn't foolin' when I said folks would have armed wrestle ya about my role. There's more to it as to why Morph and I felt how we felt, more with me alone. But that's just how the hog ate the cabbage.

... And you can turn around now, Sweetie.

[ and when he does, she'll have the box in her arms and already moving towards his direction. ]

Edited 2024-10-15 22:48 (UTC)

[Quentin turns and immediately takes a step back, holding out a hand in a "stop" motion.]

Whoa, whoa. Full offense, but if your control over your powers is as good as your control over your feelings, I'll keep my distance, thanks. The last thing you need is what's in here.

[He taps his temple. Is he referring to his powers, memories, or something else? He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to elaborate.]

Anyway, I didn't give you those to take 'em back. Keep them. I'm a winter, not an autumn. I don't do earth tones.

[For most people that would sound like some kind of weak tsundere-type excuse. For Quentin, the disdain with which he says "earth tones" is more than enough to prove this is his genuine reasoning.]

[ she pauses in mid-step, and her eyes squints over his exaggeration, with her tone falling flat to match. ]

I'm not that contagious, Pumpkin. I'm sure you'll survive if I stand right next to ya. If ya don't, then I guess you'll just be that one lucky bullfrog in a desert.

[ rogue lifts herself an inch off the ground, and then breezes right pass quentin with the box in her clutches. she isn't going too fast that he can't keep up, but it's more like a stroll version in flight mode. ]

[Quentin rolls his eyes and flies after her, though he's facing backwards and has his hands in his jacket pockets. And of course, still maintaining about 10 feet between them. Because why be normal when he can be insufferable?]

Oh, please. Contagious isn't what I'm worried about, and you know it. I'm keeping distance to give myself time to react. You know, in case you get mad and try anything stupid. You've been pretty unhinged lately, can't blame me for taking precautions.

[His tone is cavalier, not angry. He knows all about being deemed unreliable and untrustworthy due to one's behavior. Sometimes it just sucks to suck.]

Where're you going?

[ every so often in their flying, she casts a glance to her companion with her lips thinning. and while her face hardens just a touch, her tone remains firm and leveled. likewise with quentin, not angry. ]

I went bonkers for a day, but my mind's been cleared ever since. Ain't no flies on me.

[ the mutant turns left to take another path, a long strip of establishment which are, unfortunately, still closed given how early in the morning it is still. ]

Gettin' coffee. If anything's open, and if these folks aren't madder than a wet hen.

Edited 2024-10-16 18:49 (UTC)

[Quentin hmphs his acknowledgement of her coffee trip, leaning sideways a bit to follow her path. He can jimmy open a locked door with TK if he needs to, but he's not going to offer right away. He's stuck out his neck enough for Rogue, in his opinion.]

So by "ever since" do you mean the past 10 minutes? Because I seem to remember finding you passed out on the ground with no clothes and so drunk Wolverine would be impressed.

[ she doesn't answer him right away when she spots a local couple approaching their business, and she slows her speed to gradually come into a halt. hopefully the residents won't turn them away once they get closer, but as of now, the pair seem too busy searching for their keys and unfolding iron chairs. ]

Gotta say, Sugah, with you around, why would I need sticky notes for? — 'Cuz you sure do remind me of what I've done did more than Hank labelin' which doohickey does what, so nobody in the mansion can get confused.

[ meeting land, rogue begins to pace forward to the restaurant while tucking the box underneath her arm. ]

I can put ya on my tab if ya want somethin' from here.

Sure. I mean you do owe me.

[He turns around and steps lightly on the ground, still maintaining that precise distance. Never let it be said that Quentin Quire doesn't mind the details when it suits him.]

Since apparently you need somebody reminding you of shit you already know. And hey, if hassling is what you need, I'm your guy.

Just be sure ya don't shoot off your mouth before you load your brain.

[when they approach the shop closer, the couple stiffens at the sight of them, then quickly traded looks to one another. by the strict expressions wearing on their faces, it's obvious they are seriously contemplating if they should provide them any service. but they make the decision to give in and scurry themselves inside — keeping the door unlock for them, but no friendly greeting in sight. not even a wave or a smile.

rogue inwardly sighs over the unfortunate familiarity of their discrimination, and slides in the nearest booth near the entrance. for safety measures. she settles the casket to take up the vacant spot next to her and plucks her copy of the menu from the stand to start browsing. quentin will have his own food card waiting for him whenever/if he decides to sit with her. if he does, he will have the luxury of having salt, pepper, and A1 steak sauce on his side. how neat for him!]

Edited 2024-10-20 05:00 (UTC)

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

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