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I've Been Down With A Broken Heart

Who: Rogue, and you
When: Month of January
Where: On the station
What: Denial is a hell of a drug, and the hangovers are worse.
Warnings: CW for inevitable mentions of torture and murder.

The Devil Gave Me A Crooked Soul- girl talk with ka
Rogue went from the arena straight back to the station, stopping only to exchange a few gems for a large bottle of what she was told was alcoholic. Things had already been hard this month, with the Professor and Logan both gone, but finally recognizing Erik for who he was? That easily topped it.

She'd been so stupid- it was right there in front of her. Logan had made a few comments, the Professor had called Magneto Erik around her, but she hadn't wanted it to be true. Unfortunately she couldn't pretend anymore.

So she was just going to ignore her emotions for a little while. What better way to do it than with a drink?

Hoping against hope that Kelly Ann was in her room, Rogue made her way there, before knocking on the door a bit loudly. "Kelly Ann? It's Rogue- can I come in?" She was going to come in anyway, like it or not.

When He Gave Me Crooked Feet- general mopiness.
The next few days, Rogue is scarce. She keeps to her room, and when she's not there, she's in the gym. She's running laps, lifting weights, or her personal favorite: beating up a punching bag. She's been training long enough that she's confident in her ability at the gym, but she's been there a bit too much lately, pushing herself harder.

Logan, she hopes, would be proud.

But he's not even here, which makes this whole thing worse. There's no one from her time here, among their kind. Laura was from her future, Peter and Kurt her past. No one she could talk to who knew where she was coming from. She'd gone to Kelly Ann, sure, but that was mostly out of need for a drinking partner.

Apart from that, she won't bring the issue at hand to anyone's attention. It's none of their business, why she's so upset with Erik (Magneto, she reminds herself), and what happened to her. She'd had enough memory sharing for one life time here, and she didn't intend to do anymore.

But Gabriel Done Came To Me- meditation in the garden
Truthfully, the only reason right now that Rogue bothers to come to the garden is that she's got shin splints from all the running she's been doing. Which means it's time to take a few days off of cardio and lifting.

Meditation is something she'd been doing with the Professor, trying to get to the bottom of her powers, of her as a person. She'd never really come to enjoy it, but it was as good an excuse for a change of scenery as any. So Rogue takes to the garden, setting out a mat. She starts with yoga, first, before moving into the actual meditation bit.

Closing her eyes, she lays her gloved hands on her knees and sits cross-legged.

How people do this regularly, she has no freaking clue.

And Kissed Me In My Sleep- wild card!
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The moment Rogue looks up and notices a blue skinned woman, she stops short. She looks at her, green eyes wide and for just a moment she looks terrified. No- if this were Mystique, she would know. This woman was not Mystique in the least.

"I'm not running from anything," she says, coming to stop in front of her. There was no point in running away from anything when the problem was in your head.

Now that was interesting; it had been a while since anyone had given her such a look of fear. How she missed it...

Expression remaining the same, save for a slightly raised eyebrow, Widowmaker was silent a moment, as though her disbelief didn't need voiced. And yet she lent it words all the same. "Metaphorically. No one trains like that without their tail on fire. Sit and rest before I am forced to decide whether to take your unconscious body to Medical or just leave you to face the consequences on your own."

Of course she meant metaphorically. Rogue frowns.

"I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me." She had no reason to listen to this woman, just as this woman had no reason to worry about her. And yet, she hesitated to start up again.

"I'm even drinking plenty of water."

"I'm not." And in case it wasn't clear - she knew her apathetic tone tended to make people misunderstand - she clarified. "Worried about you, that is."

Hydration was important, but not nearly as much as her own potential inconvenience. "You are young and pretty. Likely someone here cares about you, and I have no desire to deal an irate friend because I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

People got so irrational when friends or loved ones got hurt.

Rogue nearly snorts. It's easy to imagine no one would miss her. Logan was gone. Erik was the worst person in the world. But she had to think of Kurt, of Laura, of Kelly Ann and Eddie.

She grimaces, then runs her gloved hand through the white and brunette strands that had fallen from her ponytail.

"Got a recommendation for something else I should do?"

"Perhaps."

She could list a lot of things but as she'd pointed out, the girl was young. Youth had a tendency to lack focus and if something wasn't engaging enough, it would lead to boredom and abandonment. The former of which was the reason Widowmaker was even bothering; she was very bored.

"Tell me about yourself. It will allow me to narrow down potential suggestions." A pause. "And sit. Stretch."

Rogue frowns. "Well, first of all, I know when to sit and stretch." Which is why she takes a seat down near where Widowmaker was sitting. "Second of all, I teach the intro to self defense class." So she had some decent credentials when it came to the gym.

"Intense work-outs are not unusual for me."

And yet, Widowmaker believed the girl wouldn't have bothered if she hadn't said something about it. Choosing not to continue along that vein, she focused more on the piece of information offered up to her.

"At a community center? You are far too young to teach at an accredited establishment like a school or university." A pause. "At least not where I am from. I do hope you're teaching your students situation awareness, the SING method and, most importantly, to run."

She waved off any potential response - it was unimportant - and continued. "Is that a job or merely a hobby of yours?"

"No- I mean here. And I--" but what's the point of even trying to talk over this woman? She tries desperately not to roll her eyes, and instead starts to stretch.

"Both? Back home, I'm with this group called the X-Men. I don't know if you met Charles Xavier, but it's his team."

Oh. Right. There was a school established here for the children. Widowmaker had no interest in it, so she had essentially dismissed it from her thoughts. Of course, she could have offered to teach a class, such as French or ballet, but she was fairly certain no one would want to learn from her. Patience she had in spades - tolerance she did not.

"I have heard of neither the X-Men nor a Charles Xavier." Though she had met the man, she wasn't aware of it as names had not been exchanged before she could no longer stand to be around a man that could read her thoughts. That knew how scarred her mind was.

"Tell me about them." A pause as she remember to try to be human. "Si vous plait."

"The Professor- that's what I call him- he left recently. But he's a great guy, bald, in a wheelchair- and he runs a school back at home where I'm sort of a student teacher now, I guess." She doesn't want to get into the details really. Not too much.

"The X-Men are- well some of the younger students call us superheroes. Mutants that want to use our powers for good and help people." There was a lot of world-saving involved in that, as it were.

It was the description that put the name to the face of the man that she hadn't believed was telling the truth when he claimed to the Kaittans that he could read minds. Because telepathy wasn't real. So, foolishly, Widowmaker had challenged him to read her thoughts, knowing full well how damaged her mind was and that fact alone would make it very easy to call the man out on his charade. In her hubris, the tactic had backfired on her as it had lead to more probing questions and, after a few honest responses as she was stunned, Widowmaker had left rather than be around a mind-reader.

The recognition flickered in her pale eyes and had she the breadth of human emotion anymore, there would have been fear there too. Instead, she simply looked at the girl with a bit more calculation and a hint of wariness that hadn't been there before. It had nothing to do with the girl's admission of being a mutant (context really wasn't needed to know what that meant), but that she might also have some kind of ability that could rip parts of her traumatic 'origin' or Talon secrets from her.

"Are you legally sanctioned by the United Nations or other global governing body? Or is it just a local thing?" More akin to a gang than, say, Overwatch.

"It's hard to be legally sanctioned by the UN when the majority of the world hates and fears us." Despite the sip of water she takes after speaking, her tone is dry. Seriously, considering her grand introduction to the world of mutants involved an attempt to turn world leaders into mutants.

"We try to protect those who need it. Mutants and humans." But they weren't a gang. Gangs didn't have jets that came out of the basketball court.

"That is a surprise. Sanctioning means they would be able to assert control over your group. It takes a deft hand to do it, to direct the group's focus toward where they want the focus, but certainly doable." She shrugged one shoulder. "The international community does so love to think they are the ones on top."

But protecting those who need it... These X-Men seemed to have some similarities to the public face of Overwatch. And that was all the UN and Petras wanted. It was Blackwatch that brought about the end of Overwatch. Well, Blackwatch and a helping hand from Talon.

"Regardless, you are all vigilantes. Unless your UN has classified you as terrorists. Those same people in power that want control are very quick to brand organizations as such when they learn they never had control over them."

"It probably wouldn't surprise you to find out that some humans try to harness our powers for their own agendas already." Usually to prove the point that they were all dangerous. Most of them just wanted peace. Or so she hoped.

"Vigilantes. Most of the kids just call us superheroes." It was a running joke within the student body. X-Men were superheroes. It was pretty freaking cool.

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