Crash Landers: Interrogating the perp
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xp_logsAfter an impromptu invasion - an interrogation. Of sorts.
After the brusque lady doctor left, having cleaned the cat scratch on her forehead and closed it with butterfly strips, Hope sat alone in the medlab room, machines beeping not very quietly next to her. There was a blood oxygen monitor on her finger, a blood pressure cuff on her upper arm, handcuffs (restraint mittens removed) on her wrists, and she had her knees pulled up to her chest. She had asked to keep her jacket, which she held hugged against her like a bizarre security blanket. Her upper lip, nose, and cheek, as well as the back of her right hand, were smeared with blood from a persistent trickle of a nosebleed.
She looked like exactly what she was: An exhausted, miserable kid who was enduring a dawning awareness that she had done something incredibly stupid.
Rogue peeked in through the door and looked at Garrison. "Before we go in, we gotta figure this out. We doing bad cop, good cop? Because I'd like to say no already to that. She's obviously gone through a LOT of trauma, her powers are semi-controlled now, and I don't know that we need to go all hard on her. I'm also not saying we should go in and hug this out," she added before Gar could say anything. "But like look at her -- no one's even cleaned her face yet." Rogue gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Worst case, I'll touch her and get the memories we need.... I just think we should be kind here."
"You know, I'm getting a little tired of everyone either assuming or making me the hardass in the mansion. I'm the funny one that gets killed third to last in the horror film. I'm the best friend with the quippy jokes who you're not sure if his girl problems are real or he's really in the closet right before Jennifer Aniston or Sandra Bullock gets married." Kane said with a huff. "It's fine, Beulah. I'll leave off beating her with a rubber hose for intel until after she's had a shower and a decent lunch, promise." He pushed open the doors.
He was met with big blue-green eyes over the girl's knees, which then went, anxiously, to the woman behind him. One hand went to the jacket, unconsciously seeking the comfort of something familiar, and she swallowed nervously, obviously both afraid and unsure of what, if anything, she should say.
"So, um... " Kane started lamely, trying to take everything in. "So... you seem to know your way around here. Do you want to tell us why? Or her? You can tell her why." He gestured at Marie.
Rogue inwardly rolled her eyes. Not a surprise -- Gar, completely frozen in the face of an adorable teenager. "That's a nice jacket," she said, stepping closer to the bed. "Seems a bit big on ya but looks good. Must be warm too?" She looked around the room. She hated medical spaces ...maybe that was the Logan in her, but she never felt comfortable in these rooms. "I'm Rogue. We met earlier.... we wanted to come and check in on you. Ask a few questions. It's not every day someone as little as you destroys half the place." She gave a soft smile, showing it was a little joke. "What's your name, sugar?"
The kindness seemed to untwist something in the girl's posture. She swallowed and said, "Hope," in a small voice, and then, patently telling herself to be braver, "Hope Summers. Ma'am."
Summers? Rogue caught Gar's eyes and raised her brow. Oh this should be good. "Hope Summers... well that's a lovely name. And I ain't old enough to be ma'am'd yet, so how about you just stick with Rogue, alright?" Another few tentative steps closer to the bed. So far, so good. "And where ya from, Hope? Can I call you Hope or do you want Ms. Summers?"
That made Hope smile a little bit, unfolding a bit more. "Hope is fine. I'm from - um, it's kind of complicated." Her eyebrows creased doubtfully. "Do you guys, um, do you know about alternate dimensions?"
"Enough to make us hate Clint." Kane said to her uncomprehending look. "Nevermind. We know a few things about them. Is that where you are from? An alternate dimension?"
Hope nodded, relieved that she didn't have to explain that - or sound crazy trying. "My dad and I got here today - well, the town that's nearby? Or is it more like a city? And anyway, I was just, I just turned around, it was only for a second, I've never seen anything like that place, but when I turned back he was gone." The words came faster and faster, themselves telling the story of a day of panic and displacement, her voice hoarse. "I couldn't find him anywhere, and he wouldn't leave me alone, he would never do that, but he isn't anywhere. So I had to come here. I thought you'd have it - everything is so nice here, the roads are all smooth, the east wing is still standing, I thought you'd have it for sure." This ended on a high, wavery note, cut off before her voice could break; tears stood in her eyes, held back only barely.
Rogue looked around before locating a tissue box and handing it to Hope. She sat down on the edge of the bed and tilted her head. "Have what?"
"Cerebro!" Hope burst out, and couldn't help the tears overflowing now. She had to take a moment, blotting at the mess of blood and soot and dirt and tears on her face, to get the rest of it out: "I just needed it to find Dad. I was going to leave right after!" That this would have left a trail of devastation in her wake hitherto unknown to most modern residents of the mansion obviously did not occur to her.
"Cerebro has been mothballed. Too much of a risk." Kane said, crossing his arms across his chest. Comforting a crying teen woman was absolutely not where his talents lay. "Maybe we can help find him another way. What;s his name?"
Hope sniffed, blotting at her face again with the tissues in her hand. "Nate Summers," she said. "Nathan. I don't know what happened." Her voice wavered again, but finally held. "He hadn't briefed me on why we were here or anything. I just had the note he gave me before we left, but it's not - it doesn't explain anything. I thought maybe someone took him, like a teleporter - " She broke off, not yet ready to uncurl from her knees, but at least willing to sit up straighter. "Do you really think you could find him?"
Rogue smiled and reached out with a tissue to wipe away a trail of tears on Hope's chin.
"I hate making promises, but if there's one thing I kmow, we're pretty good at making miracles happen here."
She turned around and looked at Gar, only then letting a flash of 'uh oh' cross her eyes. "Hey babe, why don't you go get a sandwich and a soda or something for her? And maybe find someone above my paygrade to debrief with?"
As in Scott and Jean probably needed to know about this. Asap.
"Sure. Just give me a couple. Are you-?" He was about to ask about her tastes and realized how monumentally stupid that would be. Instead, he ducked out of the medlab without a further word.
After the brusque lady doctor left, having cleaned the cat scratch on her forehead and closed it with butterfly strips, Hope sat alone in the medlab room, machines beeping not very quietly next to her. There was a blood oxygen monitor on her finger, a blood pressure cuff on her upper arm, handcuffs (restraint mittens removed) on her wrists, and she had her knees pulled up to her chest. She had asked to keep her jacket, which she held hugged against her like a bizarre security blanket. Her upper lip, nose, and cheek, as well as the back of her right hand, were smeared with blood from a persistent trickle of a nosebleed.
She looked like exactly what she was: An exhausted, miserable kid who was enduring a dawning awareness that she had done something incredibly stupid.
Rogue peeked in through the door and looked at Garrison. "Before we go in, we gotta figure this out. We doing bad cop, good cop? Because I'd like to say no already to that. She's obviously gone through a LOT of trauma, her powers are semi-controlled now, and I don't know that we need to go all hard on her. I'm also not saying we should go in and hug this out," she added before Gar could say anything. "But like look at her -- no one's even cleaned her face yet." Rogue gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Worst case, I'll touch her and get the memories we need.... I just think we should be kind here."
"You know, I'm getting a little tired of everyone either assuming or making me the hardass in the mansion. I'm the funny one that gets killed third to last in the horror film. I'm the best friend with the quippy jokes who you're not sure if his girl problems are real or he's really in the closet right before Jennifer Aniston or Sandra Bullock gets married." Kane said with a huff. "It's fine, Beulah. I'll leave off beating her with a rubber hose for intel until after she's had a shower and a decent lunch, promise." He pushed open the doors.
He was met with big blue-green eyes over the girl's knees, which then went, anxiously, to the woman behind him. One hand went to the jacket, unconsciously seeking the comfort of something familiar, and she swallowed nervously, obviously both afraid and unsure of what, if anything, she should say.
"So, um... " Kane started lamely, trying to take everything in. "So... you seem to know your way around here. Do you want to tell us why? Or her? You can tell her why." He gestured at Marie.
Rogue inwardly rolled her eyes. Not a surprise -- Gar, completely frozen in the face of an adorable teenager. "That's a nice jacket," she said, stepping closer to the bed. "Seems a bit big on ya but looks good. Must be warm too?" She looked around the room. She hated medical spaces ...maybe that was the Logan in her, but she never felt comfortable in these rooms. "I'm Rogue. We met earlier.... we wanted to come and check in on you. Ask a few questions. It's not every day someone as little as you destroys half the place." She gave a soft smile, showing it was a little joke. "What's your name, sugar?"
The kindness seemed to untwist something in the girl's posture. She swallowed and said, "Hope," in a small voice, and then, patently telling herself to be braver, "Hope Summers. Ma'am."
Summers? Rogue caught Gar's eyes and raised her brow. Oh this should be good. "Hope Summers... well that's a lovely name. And I ain't old enough to be ma'am'd yet, so how about you just stick with Rogue, alright?" Another few tentative steps closer to the bed. So far, so good. "And where ya from, Hope? Can I call you Hope or do you want Ms. Summers?"
That made Hope smile a little bit, unfolding a bit more. "Hope is fine. I'm from - um, it's kind of complicated." Her eyebrows creased doubtfully. "Do you guys, um, do you know about alternate dimensions?"
"Enough to make us hate Clint." Kane said to her uncomprehending look. "Nevermind. We know a few things about them. Is that where you are from? An alternate dimension?"
Hope nodded, relieved that she didn't have to explain that - or sound crazy trying. "My dad and I got here today - well, the town that's nearby? Or is it more like a city? And anyway, I was just, I just turned around, it was only for a second, I've never seen anything like that place, but when I turned back he was gone." The words came faster and faster, themselves telling the story of a day of panic and displacement, her voice hoarse. "I couldn't find him anywhere, and he wouldn't leave me alone, he would never do that, but he isn't anywhere. So I had to come here. I thought you'd have it - everything is so nice here, the roads are all smooth, the east wing is still standing, I thought you'd have it for sure." This ended on a high, wavery note, cut off before her voice could break; tears stood in her eyes, held back only barely.
Rogue looked around before locating a tissue box and handing it to Hope. She sat down on the edge of the bed and tilted her head. "Have what?"
"Cerebro!" Hope burst out, and couldn't help the tears overflowing now. She had to take a moment, blotting at the mess of blood and soot and dirt and tears on her face, to get the rest of it out: "I just needed it to find Dad. I was going to leave right after!" That this would have left a trail of devastation in her wake hitherto unknown to most modern residents of the mansion obviously did not occur to her.
"Cerebro has been mothballed. Too much of a risk." Kane said, crossing his arms across his chest. Comforting a crying teen woman was absolutely not where his talents lay. "Maybe we can help find him another way. What;s his name?"
Hope sniffed, blotting at her face again with the tissues in her hand. "Nate Summers," she said. "Nathan. I don't know what happened." Her voice wavered again, but finally held. "He hadn't briefed me on why we were here or anything. I just had the note he gave me before we left, but it's not - it doesn't explain anything. I thought maybe someone took him, like a teleporter - " She broke off, not yet ready to uncurl from her knees, but at least willing to sit up straighter. "Do you really think you could find him?"
Rogue smiled and reached out with a tissue to wipe away a trail of tears on Hope's chin.
"I hate making promises, but if there's one thing I kmow, we're pretty good at making miracles happen here."
She turned around and looked at Gar, only then letting a flash of 'uh oh' cross her eyes. "Hey babe, why don't you go get a sandwich and a soda or something for her? And maybe find someone above my paygrade to debrief with?"
As in Scott and Jean probably needed to know about this. Asap.
"Sure. Just give me a couple. Are you-?" He was about to ask about her tastes and realized how monumentally stupid that would be. Instead, he ducked out of the medlab without a further word.
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Date: 2023-12-23 05:06 am (UTC)2) I love Rogue so much and getting to see her in her element
3) Kane living up to his Canadad rep is so so good