makeitquick | 7th Dusting

[So okay, earlier today, Melaka was on a ship. She said she'd sign up for it and she actually had a lot of fun touring around it, meeting people, and generally getting to know what was going on in the high seas. In any case, the point is that her spirits are much higher now than in December. So much so that when the makes it home and deals with Gates... she decides to finally try something she learned apparently is a check to see if people made it home she learned the other day.]

[Voice // Filtered to Harth (BROKEN)]

Hey, Harth- are... [it fails.] ...Hah. [She thought so.

She's not sure if she should feel empty or relieved. So about a month now, she knew this was going to be the case. She knew that Harth was gone. That's part of why she freaked out last month. But anyway, she now considers how she wants to spend her night? Patrol? No. Summers? Maybe, but not really. She considers... and for some reason her mind comes back to Azusa. She hasn't seen the other woman all day, but the idea of a beer with her sounds appealing right now. Well, she just made a filter, might as well make a another ones - last time she did it public, people commented on her after all]

[Voice // Filtered to Azusa (BROKEN)]

Azu, we gotta get a- [it fails.] ... Azu? C'mon, beer- [it fails.] ...Azu? [A pause. And she tries to flip through the journal to try to find that thing where he ping people. She's not there. Her voice actually sounds a bit scared] ...Azu? Azu, are you-? [It fails.

...It failed. She's... gone? She remembers the emotional reactions she's seen other people have. Buffy, when she was numb. That Cordelia woman just the other day. And during those times, she thought those people were just... silly. Because going home, that's the dream. she wants nothing more than to go home every single day she's here, there's no excepts. but right now, all that she knows is that most likely, she will never see Azusa Miura again. For some reason, she looks around her flat and sees some of the gifts she got some that woman. And... she... she's sad. She's really sad, for some reason. a lump is growing in her throat. Which is why this next part comes out throaty]

[Voice // Public]

...S-Summers. [F-fuck, she actually had her voice crack] ...Chief? Whoever. Let's get a beer.

[And even if Buffy refuses, she's going to be at the bar (Good Spirits, that is). she'll probably look silly because she'll be sitting next to a little stuffed dog as she nurses her... whatever. She doesn't even know what she's drinking. she doesn't even really care right now. The drinking isn't even a coping mechanism, not really. It's just that right now her body feels heavy and what she most wants to do (to be on a grab, to take something, to get in a fight) isn't incredibly possible here except in that stupid dome, which won't feel right and she knows it. ...Except maybe that Isaac guy? No, no. she's in a bad mood, she can't possibly focus for that sort of fight if he's at all what he talks like.

EDIT: for the broken filters feel free to assume any or all of that is public]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Yep. Well, the ones with the bigger mutations. Something like this [And the pats the back of her hair, which is pink at the edges] Don't turn many.

[A low laugh, and she blows a strand of white away from her face.]

It'd turn plenty in Caldecott.

'Bet. You guys didn't have a mutating sun, right?

[Rogue shakes her head.]

It got plenty hot in Mississippi, but it wasn't anythin' other than normal.

Hot, huh? Hotter than her, I hope. Rutting freezing here.

Ugh, I know. An' there's not even a decent ski track.

[she blinks -] What's a ski track?

Uh [How to explain...] It's a smooth track of snow down a mountain. It's not as fun as usin' a snow mobile [because don't get Rogue started on fast engines and powerful machinery], but skiing is fun. It's an adrenaline rush. You'd like it.

...Where you gunna rate that 'tween jumping cars [flying ones, that is] and staking lurks?

[Rogue has had her own experience jumping cars, and she can't help but think back on that particular adventure with Kitty fondly at this moment.]

More like jumpin' cares. It's just between you an' the skis an' the slopes.

Yeah, might be pretty good on me. [Even if that sounds really cold. She's not sure she gets it, but if Rogue says so, there might be truth to it]

Yeah, but I'm not about ta go trompin' through the mountains ta see if I can find a decent track. I ain't that bored.

I might be.

[She said as she miserably slumped into the counter. Okay, so "bored" might not be 100% correct]

[Awkward pause as Rogue resists the natural response to put a hand on Melaka's shoulder. A touch from her could never be comforting.]

Well, if you decide ta give it a crack, let me know. I'll see if we can rope Kurt into it. S'not like he gets cold.

[The jerk has ingrown insulation.]