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xp_logsRogue meets Boris. April is there too.
April gave the window a dirty look, as if it were personally responsible for the dreary weather outside. "We are not going outside and playing in that," she said to the small dog at her feet. "You had a bath Saturday, I'm not letting you get all muddy. Maybe the gym is empty." She didn't normally take Boris into the gym since it was for people, but he needed to get some energy out and wiggling up and down and around the stairs was an accident waiting to happen. At least the gym had some wide areas where they could play fetch, and cleaning supplies for any accidents that might happen.
She shifted as they entered the gym, tendrils ruffling over curly fur affectionately before she produced a rope and proceeded to start a raucous game of tug o' war, small doggie growls echoing around the room and just outside the open door.
The gym was empty from people exercising -- it was not empty from a weird southerner with charcoal all over her hands. The rain was so beautiful against the window that Rogue had wandered around the Mansion to see where the best view was and she was confident she had found it. There was a lazy urgency to the droplets, and with the grey and clouds.... it was begging to be turned into a greeting card or a romance novel. Neither of which she could actually DO but that was besides the point.
And then suddenly there was a dog, and that was so adorable. "Puppy!! Oh puppy," she cried out, looking up from her drawing. "And...someone I don't know! Amazing! I love meeting new people. What's your dog's name? I want to know everything."
April had somehow completely missed the woman drawing near the window. She came to an abrupt stop, Boris yanking the rope free and trotting off with a happy yip to go sniff the stranger.
"Oh, sorry! I'm April," she replied once she'd shifted her face back and stood upright. "That's Boris, he... well, he was my roommate's, and now he's gone so Boris is half mine and half Illyana's. He's a shelter dog, and Pyotr thinks he's funny. He probably would've insisted Illyana name her cat Natasha had he still been here."
"Oh my goodness, no, don't even think about apologizing!! He's so cute!" Rogue watched avidly as the dog sniffed her, put his paws up for a scratch, licked her gloved hand, etc. She always wore gloves even with pets -- she had no desire to suddenly want to start sniffing butts or something, and she didn't even know how her powers would work with an animal. "Boris .... like from Bullwinkle or whatever that show was called? You are way too young to know that reference," Rogue added. "I'm barely old enough to know it." That was a lie -- she definitely had watched that show on Saturday mornings but that's okay. April didn't need to know that. "I'm Rogue, by the way. Y'all must be somewhat new....mind, I've been gone for like five years so all are new to me."
"Older than I look, but Pyotr was the one to choose the name, and it is from the cartoon. He showed me a few clips." She produced a vivid pink tennis ball and let out a short whistle, catching the dog's attention until he fixed on the ball in her hands, then sent it on a controlled flight and bounce across the room, grinning as he scrambled after it. "I arrived shortly after the portal did, is my understanding, so I've been here a few years now? As far as I know I can't go back either, so I've worked on adapting."
Rogue had no idea what she meant by portal but she nodded because it seemed incredibly plausible. Of course a portal would be there now. Or did she know that? Her brain was still focused on the adorable dog in front of her and then the rest of April's words processed. "Oh, so you're from ...not here then? I'm glad you're adapting but that seems very sad too. I'm sorry to bring that up. I can't really go home either but it's not that far, really. I could if I wanted. I just don't."
"No, um... my world was similar but different? Like, my dad is Peter Parker, but obviously he's not the same Peter Parker here that I've heard about, even though they seem to have the same powers. And there's an OsCorp here, and Hammer and Stark, but in my world Sue was... gone. And Franklin's about my age." April shrugged, tossing the ball again for Boris. "Bringing it up is fine. I miss them, but I choose to think of it as moving far away for work, but unable to keep in contact. If the portal hadn't shown up, I'd be dead. This is better."
"You really got a great attitude and perspective, April. I like that. I try to see the positive side of life too." Rogue gave her hand to Boris, letting the dog lick her palm. She loved the way his tail was wagging. "I keep thinking about getting a pet, but I don't know how long I'll be here for. I meant to only stay for two weeks ....then it was another two weeks ...and another. I keep extending my life here, two weeks at a time." She laughed. "I just can't commit, I guess. That's what happens when your brain is mainly Garrison and Logan. Can't commit for shit until suddenly you can."
"Canadad has trouble committing?" April's voice sounded incredulous. "Really? He's reminded me of my dad since the first time we met. It's awkward. If you do get a pet, maybe co-own it with somebody, in case you do have to leave?" Her voice pitched a little higher at the question, and she watched fondly as Boris soaked up the attention. "It's nice having that sort of uncomplicated affection to come back to, even when you don't have anything else."
Rogue looked down at the dog, a soft smile playing on her face. She wished she could touch the dog without her gloves, but even touching pets could be problematic sometimes. "Yeah, that's true. I like being able to pick up and leave sometimes though." She sat up and stretched a bit. "Maybe that's why I like my art so much. It leaves a mark, no matter where I am. I come and go as I please but this painting, it'll be here for a while." It was an abstract with blues, yellows and green as a background, with charcoal figures drawn across it. It wasn't apparent at first that it was meant to be people but if you looked at it long enough, you could see the shapes form, and make it look like while you were alone at first, you were actually surrounded by people. A good way to share her thoughts. "Well. Drawing I guess. I painted earlier.... now I'm rambling. Sorry about that!"
April looked at the painting. "It's nice. Different from what I'm used to seeing. Pyotr was more realism, and well. I really only sketch, but I lean towards more kawaii style. Chibis, the sharp chins and wide eyes common in anime, that sort of thing. My real preference is clay, but sketching's nice when you can't get your hands dirty." She wiggled the ball at Boris before tossing it across the gym again. She watched him chase it fondly, offering the bag of treats to Rogue. "Would you like to give him one when he brings the ball back? Your rambling doesn't bother me." Usually she was the chatty one. It was nice to just listen, sometimes. It almost made her feel like she could belong here, instead of feeling like she was merely being tolerated because she had a few useful skills and nowhere else to go.
Rogue perked up. "Sure, and if you wanna draw too well ...." she gestured around her, "I always got art supplies and time. Feel free to join me anytime, sugar."
April gave the window a dirty look, as if it were personally responsible for the dreary weather outside. "We are not going outside and playing in that," she said to the small dog at her feet. "You had a bath Saturday, I'm not letting you get all muddy. Maybe the gym is empty." She didn't normally take Boris into the gym since it was for people, but he needed to get some energy out and wiggling up and down and around the stairs was an accident waiting to happen. At least the gym had some wide areas where they could play fetch, and cleaning supplies for any accidents that might happen.
She shifted as they entered the gym, tendrils ruffling over curly fur affectionately before she produced a rope and proceeded to start a raucous game of tug o' war, small doggie growls echoing around the room and just outside the open door.
The gym was empty from people exercising -- it was not empty from a weird southerner with charcoal all over her hands. The rain was so beautiful against the window that Rogue had wandered around the Mansion to see where the best view was and she was confident she had found it. There was a lazy urgency to the droplets, and with the grey and clouds.... it was begging to be turned into a greeting card or a romance novel. Neither of which she could actually DO but that was besides the point.
And then suddenly there was a dog, and that was so adorable. "Puppy!! Oh puppy," she cried out, looking up from her drawing. "And...someone I don't know! Amazing! I love meeting new people. What's your dog's name? I want to know everything."
April had somehow completely missed the woman drawing near the window. She came to an abrupt stop, Boris yanking the rope free and trotting off with a happy yip to go sniff the stranger.
"Oh, sorry! I'm April," she replied once she'd shifted her face back and stood upright. "That's Boris, he... well, he was my roommate's, and now he's gone so Boris is half mine and half Illyana's. He's a shelter dog, and Pyotr thinks he's funny. He probably would've insisted Illyana name her cat Natasha had he still been here."
"Oh my goodness, no, don't even think about apologizing!! He's so cute!" Rogue watched avidly as the dog sniffed her, put his paws up for a scratch, licked her gloved hand, etc. She always wore gloves even with pets -- she had no desire to suddenly want to start sniffing butts or something, and she didn't even know how her powers would work with an animal. "Boris .... like from Bullwinkle or whatever that show was called? You are way too young to know that reference," Rogue added. "I'm barely old enough to know it." That was a lie -- she definitely had watched that show on Saturday mornings but that's okay. April didn't need to know that. "I'm Rogue, by the way. Y'all must be somewhat new....mind, I've been gone for like five years so all are new to me."
"Older than I look, but Pyotr was the one to choose the name, and it is from the cartoon. He showed me a few clips." She produced a vivid pink tennis ball and let out a short whistle, catching the dog's attention until he fixed on the ball in her hands, then sent it on a controlled flight and bounce across the room, grinning as he scrambled after it. "I arrived shortly after the portal did, is my understanding, so I've been here a few years now? As far as I know I can't go back either, so I've worked on adapting."
Rogue had no idea what she meant by portal but she nodded because it seemed incredibly plausible. Of course a portal would be there now. Or did she know that? Her brain was still focused on the adorable dog in front of her and then the rest of April's words processed. "Oh, so you're from ...not here then? I'm glad you're adapting but that seems very sad too. I'm sorry to bring that up. I can't really go home either but it's not that far, really. I could if I wanted. I just don't."
"No, um... my world was similar but different? Like, my dad is Peter Parker, but obviously he's not the same Peter Parker here that I've heard about, even though they seem to have the same powers. And there's an OsCorp here, and Hammer and Stark, but in my world Sue was... gone. And Franklin's about my age." April shrugged, tossing the ball again for Boris. "Bringing it up is fine. I miss them, but I choose to think of it as moving far away for work, but unable to keep in contact. If the portal hadn't shown up, I'd be dead. This is better."
"You really got a great attitude and perspective, April. I like that. I try to see the positive side of life too." Rogue gave her hand to Boris, letting the dog lick her palm. She loved the way his tail was wagging. "I keep thinking about getting a pet, but I don't know how long I'll be here for. I meant to only stay for two weeks ....then it was another two weeks ...and another. I keep extending my life here, two weeks at a time." She laughed. "I just can't commit, I guess. That's what happens when your brain is mainly Garrison and Logan. Can't commit for shit until suddenly you can."
"Canadad has trouble committing?" April's voice sounded incredulous. "Really? He's reminded me of my dad since the first time we met. It's awkward. If you do get a pet, maybe co-own it with somebody, in case you do have to leave?" Her voice pitched a little higher at the question, and she watched fondly as Boris soaked up the attention. "It's nice having that sort of uncomplicated affection to come back to, even when you don't have anything else."
Rogue looked down at the dog, a soft smile playing on her face. She wished she could touch the dog without her gloves, but even touching pets could be problematic sometimes. "Yeah, that's true. I like being able to pick up and leave sometimes though." She sat up and stretched a bit. "Maybe that's why I like my art so much. It leaves a mark, no matter where I am. I come and go as I please but this painting, it'll be here for a while." It was an abstract with blues, yellows and green as a background, with charcoal figures drawn across it. It wasn't apparent at first that it was meant to be people but if you looked at it long enough, you could see the shapes form, and make it look like while you were alone at first, you were actually surrounded by people. A good way to share her thoughts. "Well. Drawing I guess. I painted earlier.... now I'm rambling. Sorry about that!"
April looked at the painting. "It's nice. Different from what I'm used to seeing. Pyotr was more realism, and well. I really only sketch, but I lean towards more kawaii style. Chibis, the sharp chins and wide eyes common in anime, that sort of thing. My real preference is clay, but sketching's nice when you can't get your hands dirty." She wiggled the ball at Boris before tossing it across the gym again. She watched him chase it fondly, offering the bag of treats to Rogue. "Would you like to give him one when he brings the ball back? Your rambling doesn't bother me." Usually she was the chatty one. It was nice to just listen, sometimes. It almost made her feel like she could belong here, instead of feeling like she was merely being tolerated because she had a few useful skills and nowhere else to go.
Rogue perked up. "Sure, and if you wanna draw too well ...." she gestured around her, "I always got art supplies and time. Feel free to join me anytime, sugar."
