[ her heart nearly leaps out of her chest the moment she hears bones' voice on the other receiver. she could have sworn he thought with the rest of the chosen (although, morph seemed to have gotten more of the dogpile than she did, poor thing), and whatever they had going (friendship?? friends who flirt? with benefits? budding romance?) had been squashed right then and there.
but he called her, "sweetheart"... except he's also a southern man, so that doesn't mean too much (but a woman can dream it means something), and he is reaching out to her. but what should she say? her eyes might still be red and puffy from crying an hour ago. ... she should say no. but... ]
U-Uh, yeah! Uhm, sure. I'm headin' to Mughouse. — Never been in it, so... thought I'd take a lil' adventure.
Mughouse, ( he repeats, just to confirm he's heard her.
Rogue sounds like she's been crying, maybe a soft rasp to her warm drawl, or maybe he just imagines it. Hardly unexpected, after all the mess of this afternoon, the trade of insults and threats, woeful predictions and outright screaming, tempers flaring across Aldrip.
An ache hooks itself behind his ribs at the thought, and he speeds his steps on the sidewalk. She hadn't turned him down, told him to fuck off. She hadn't even tried to convince him that hers was the way forward. )
Hey. Wait up and look back.
( There he stands, bathed in the neon lantern light of a little izakaya, looking... well, relieved. And tired. But mostly relieved, like she's everything he'd hoped to find. )
[ 'look back?' — she whirls her head to peek over her shoulder and yes, there he stands. and there's something about his presence that made the butterflies in her stomach fuss in sheer excitement. although at the same time, she feels a little guilty for being so eager. rogue is grieving in so many ways for so many different reasons, and desperately seeking for male company might make her appear...well, a bit of a floozy. but she can't seem to help herself, and the nights have been excruciating and lonely ever since...
with bones now in front of her, she ends the call and tucks the phone back in her jacket pocket. and when he mentions visiting her home, the mutant blinks in a bit of perplexity as the warmth blossoms over her cheeks. he's... been out looking for her? why? how could he after all the things she had said, and what she believes they should all do regarding this whole mess? trying to not appear off guarded, rogue shifts her gaze down to their feet while folding her arms across her chest, smiling bashfully. ]
It was gettin' kinda stuffy. I ain't used to livin' in a small apartment. Hard for a gal to stretch her legs and feel cozy.
[You wake up in a courtroom. You’re not really sure how you got here, just that you’re here. There’s Jerry, sitting at the judges box. For some he might be new, and others he might be familiar or semi-familiar. He scrutinizes you, and then motions to the jury box. There’s a plaque that’s sitting on the outside that says “Council”, but there’s no one sitting there. Everything looks clean and maintained, but there’s no one in the courtroom but you and Jerry.
Weird.]
You are charged with failure to save your people from genocide.
[There’s something about his expression that makes you think that he might’ve already made up his mind…]
The Council has found you Guilty of said crime. In order to repent and further your rehabilitation, you have been charged to take under your wing a community or a group you can lead. If there is no action taken, there will be consequences.
[You wake up back in your bed. You remember everything – Jerry, the jury box, the words he spoke to you. Maybe you remember the words he spoke more vividly than anything else.
However you decide to proceed… there will be consequences.]
[ooc: you have until November 15th to submit your Sentencing HERE. Even if your character doesn’t proceed with the Sentencing, you must comment on the NPC inbox for your penalty.
Also, there are effects for ignoring this Sentencing. It may feel subtle during the first week, but afterwards a stronger and stronger feeling of chaos happens the more it gets ignored. She may have dreams of her failure, and that will bleed out into the real world. It may affect her powers even, as they may fail her for seconds or minutes at a time as time goes on. If you have any questions about Sentencing, please direct it to the Mod Contact post.]
[It's early in the 25th morning. Most people are still sleeping and the sun is only about to send its first rays to break the darkness of the night sky. But then there is a sudden knock on a door. Huh?! Who could it be! Whenever Rogue gets to the door, be it immediately or hours late they will find a christmas wreath with white roses placed on their doorstep. Next to the wreath there is a soft present wrapped in a brown paper containing a white winter cloak. There might even be snowy (or wet!) small hoof marks leading away from the present. Hm. I wonder, who indeed did deliver this?
On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]
Dearest miss Rogue,
I hope that this letter finds you well and that you are home warm and safe. I shall never forget our first meeting all those months ago and I hope that this present will help you from ever finding yourself from state of cold and loneliness. There will be a feast held at the Inn’s tavern for the next 12 days and I welcome you to enjoy it for free. There will be warm food, treats and homemade mead and wine at your disposal.
Merry Christmas.
Signed, Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester
[ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]
[Morph has been oddly scarce lately, despite it being Christmas, but there's still a couple of presents for Rogue under the mansion's tree.
The first present is a bundle of gag gifts, one an interesting calendar, though the actual year seems to be missing from the printing. The other little item included was given with the best of intentions, surely. The second present is something more useful, though; it's a walnut-topped rum cake from a local bakery, small but still big enough to serve 2-3 people.]
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voice; un: dr.mccoy
( nothing, of course, about the arguments across the network today, no pleas to change her mind )
You mind if I join you?
no subject
but he called her, "sweetheart"... except he's also a southern man, so that doesn't mean too much (but a woman can dream it means something), and he is reaching out to her. but what should she say? her eyes might still be red and puffy from crying an hour ago. ... she should say no. but... ]
U-Uh, yeah! Uhm, sure. I'm headin' to Mughouse. — Never been in it, so... thought I'd take a lil' adventure.
no subject
Rogue sounds like she's been crying, maybe a soft rasp to her warm drawl, or maybe he just imagines it. Hardly unexpected, after all the mess of this afternoon, the trade of insults and threats, woeful predictions and outright screaming, tempers flaring across Aldrip.
An ache hooks itself behind his ribs at the thought, and he speeds his steps on the sidewalk. She hadn't turned him down, told him to fuck off. She hadn't even tried to convince him that hers was the way forward. )
Hey. Wait up and look back.
( There he stands, bathed in the neon lantern light of a little izakaya, looking... well, relieved. And tired. But mostly relieved, like she's everything he'd hoped to find. )
You weren't at home.
no subject
with bones now in front of her, she ends the call and tucks the phone back in her jacket pocket. and when he mentions visiting her home, the mutant blinks in a bit of perplexity as the warmth blossoms over her cheeks. he's... been out looking for her? why? how could he after all the things she had said, and what she believes they should all do regarding this whole mess? trying to not appear off guarded, rogue shifts her gaze down to their feet while folding her arms across her chest, smiling bashfully. ]
It was gettin' kinda stuffy. I ain't used to livin' in a small apartment. Hard for a gal to stretch her legs and feel cozy.
SENTENCING
Weird.]
You are charged with failure to save your people from genocide.
[There’s something about his expression that makes you think that he might’ve already made up his mind…]
The Council has found you Guilty of said crime. In order to repent and further your rehabilitation, you have been charged to take under your wing a community or a group you can lead. If there is no action taken, there will be consequences.
[You wake up back in your bed. You remember everything – Jerry, the jury box, the words he spoke to you. Maybe you remember the words he spoke more vividly than anything else.
However you decide to proceed… there will be consequences.]
[ooc: you have until November 15th to submit your Sentencing HERE. Even if your character doesn’t proceed with the Sentencing, you must comment on the NPC inbox for your penalty.
Also, there are effects for ignoring this Sentencing. It may feel subtle during the first week, but afterwards a stronger and stronger feeling of chaos happens the more it gets ignored. She may have dreams of her failure, and that will bleed out into the real world. It may affect her powers even, as they may fail her for seconds or minutes at a time as time goes on. If you have any questions about Sentencing, please direct it to the Mod Contact post.]
IC delivery
On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]
Dearest miss Rogue,
I hope that this letter finds you well and that you are home warm and safe. I shall never forget our first meeting all those months ago and I hope that this present will help you from ever finding yourself from state of cold and loneliness. There will be a feast held at the Inn’s tavern for the next 12 days and I welcome you to enjoy it for free. There will be warm food, treats and homemade mead and wine at your disposal.
Merry Christmas.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester
[ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]
Christmas presents!
The first present is a bundle of gag gifts, one an interesting calendar, though the actual year seems to be missing from the printing. The other little item included was given with the best of intentions, surely. The second present is something more useful, though; it's a walnut-topped rum cake from a local bakery, small but still big enough to serve 2-3 people.]