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xp_logs Alex and Rogue try to outlazy each other in a meaningless yet fun conversation
Alex had already done his laps around the pool, and chilling in the sun for a bit, lying back on one of the pool chairs.But of course there was another person there, which meant he had to talk.
"So like," he opened his eyes slightly to look at Rogue, "you're super superwoman right? Do you sunburn?"
Rogue didn't even bother to open her eyes. She knew Alex was there, could smell him in fact. Regularly absorbing Logan's powers meant she kind of had a permanent Logan skill set.
All her schoolwork was done, submitted, approved. She landed that new job. In fact, if Alex hadn't said a thing, she wouldn't have even acknowledged him, she was that lazy.
"I guess," she answered back, after thinking. "I mean, it's all radiation anyways, and I'm pretty no one's immune to that. Not even Logan."
"Hmn." Alex tilted his head, looking back up at the sun - through his sunglasses, which still wasn't smart, but what could you do. Then he closed his eyes, letting the sun do whatever it would with his body. Thinking was too hard.
"Hmn," Rogue responded in turn. Relaxing a bit more, she took a deep breath and brought her knees up. Brushing some hair across her face, she turned slightly towards Alex. "Why you so lazy today? What's your excuse?"
"Coming up with an excuse to be lazy sounds like too much work." Alex's arms flopped over the edge of the pool chair.
"Man after my own heart," she answered, fixing her sunglasses. The heat was amazing. She idly wondered, like she always did, if she should up police tape around her. Warning: do not cross, succubus be here. That started her giggling. "I can't believe how frickin' lazy I'm feeling. Shouldn't we be out exercising or something useful?"
"IDK about you, but I just did twenty laps in the pool,"Alex said, stretching his legs out. "Besides, we've been doing useful things all summer. Working and helping kids and... saving the world or something, whatever X-Men do. We've earned this."
This was true, and Rogue gave a noise of approval. "I concur," she said, raising a hand in solidarity. "But to be honest, I've taken a step back lately, what with school and all...but I'm done now, and I ain't never going back. Being a PhD means nothing to me."
"Dr. Rogue." Alex tilted his head. "Sounds like a great villain name."
Rogue thought about it, ran the name around her head before giving a nod. "I could....that would be definitely interestin', but at the same time, I'd rather not do anything that involves epic plans and detailed nefarious doings. Heck, just saying that sentence was exhausting." She moved her foot lazily on the chair before adding: "Although...if'n I was gonna go evil? I think I'd start with the fashion industry. Demand pockets on everything, standardized sizes, no child slavery! I think that would be awesome."
"Is that really evil?" Alex wondered. "I think that's more like.... chaotic good or something."
"That's a D&D thing right? I don't know what that means, but I like the sound of it. Chaotic good. Kinda like ....using a shoe as a paperweight? Does the job but isn't meant for it?"
"Yeah, it's like...." Alex waved his hands around. "Doing something that would be considered odd or even bad, except doing it for a good reason. Like... Robin Hood. Steal from the rich and give to the poor."
Rogue turned around and laid her head on her hands, letting the sun kiss her back. "Mmm, I could get behind that. You want a job? I bet you'd be a really good sidekick. Not a minion. Minions are expendable, but side kick? They always have the coolest outfits."
"Don't sidekicks wear tights?" Alex tilted his head. "I could totally pull off tights. I'm in. So who's our first target?"
"I dunno," she said, eyes still closed. "I'd say fashionistas, but it ain't their fault . We'd have to start with the patriarchy or something like that .... down with the proletariat.....ugh, nah, revolutions sound like too much work. How about we use skip the dishes and get some cheeseburgers? We can say 'screw you society' by giving the delivery driver a huge tip."
"Fighting injustice without leaving the pool?" Alex stretched his arms over his head. "I love it."
Alex had already done his laps around the pool, and chilling in the sun for a bit, lying back on one of the pool chairs.But of course there was another person there, which meant he had to talk.
"So like," he opened his eyes slightly to look at Rogue, "you're super superwoman right? Do you sunburn?"
Rogue didn't even bother to open her eyes. She knew Alex was there, could smell him in fact. Regularly absorbing Logan's powers meant she kind of had a permanent Logan skill set.
All her schoolwork was done, submitted, approved. She landed that new job. In fact, if Alex hadn't said a thing, she wouldn't have even acknowledged him, she was that lazy.
"I guess," she answered back, after thinking. "I mean, it's all radiation anyways, and I'm pretty no one's immune to that. Not even Logan."
"Hmn." Alex tilted his head, looking back up at the sun - through his sunglasses, which still wasn't smart, but what could you do. Then he closed his eyes, letting the sun do whatever it would with his body. Thinking was too hard.
"Hmn," Rogue responded in turn. Relaxing a bit more, she took a deep breath and brought her knees up. Brushing some hair across her face, she turned slightly towards Alex. "Why you so lazy today? What's your excuse?"
"Coming up with an excuse to be lazy sounds like too much work." Alex's arms flopped over the edge of the pool chair.
"Man after my own heart," she answered, fixing her sunglasses. The heat was amazing. She idly wondered, like she always did, if she should up police tape around her. Warning: do not cross, succubus be here. That started her giggling. "I can't believe how frickin' lazy I'm feeling. Shouldn't we be out exercising or something useful?"
"IDK about you, but I just did twenty laps in the pool,"Alex said, stretching his legs out. "Besides, we've been doing useful things all summer. Working and helping kids and... saving the world or something, whatever X-Men do. We've earned this."
This was true, and Rogue gave a noise of approval. "I concur," she said, raising a hand in solidarity. "But to be honest, I've taken a step back lately, what with school and all...but I'm done now, and I ain't never going back. Being a PhD means nothing to me."
"Dr. Rogue." Alex tilted his head. "Sounds like a great villain name."
Rogue thought about it, ran the name around her head before giving a nod. "I could....that would be definitely interestin', but at the same time, I'd rather not do anything that involves epic plans and detailed nefarious doings. Heck, just saying that sentence was exhausting." She moved her foot lazily on the chair before adding: "Although...if'n I was gonna go evil? I think I'd start with the fashion industry. Demand pockets on everything, standardized sizes, no child slavery! I think that would be awesome."
"Is that really evil?" Alex wondered. "I think that's more like.... chaotic good or something."
"That's a D&D thing right? I don't know what that means, but I like the sound of it. Chaotic good. Kinda like ....using a shoe as a paperweight? Does the job but isn't meant for it?"
"Yeah, it's like...." Alex waved his hands around. "Doing something that would be considered odd or even bad, except doing it for a good reason. Like... Robin Hood. Steal from the rich and give to the poor."
Rogue turned around and laid her head on her hands, letting the sun kiss her back. "Mmm, I could get behind that. You want a job? I bet you'd be a really good sidekick. Not a minion. Minions are expendable, but side kick? They always have the coolest outfits."
"Don't sidekicks wear tights?" Alex tilted his head. "I could totally pull off tights. I'm in. So who's our first target?"
"I dunno," she said, eyes still closed. "I'd say fashionistas, but it ain't their fault . We'd have to start with the patriarchy or something like that .... down with the proletariat.....ugh, nah, revolutions sound like too much work. How about we use skip the dishes and get some cheeseburgers? We can say 'screw you society' by giving the delivery driver a huge tip."
"Fighting injustice without leaving the pool?" Alex stretched his arms over his head. "I love it."
