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xp_logsA classic kitchen meeting introduces Beatrice to Rogue, in all her glory.
Beatrice slipped into the main kitchen almost soundlessly before freezing at the sight of the brunette woman who had been apparently sitting at the island eating... a sandwich? Staring up at her like a deer in headlights, she slowly raised a hand in a slight wave. "I - I'm so sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be here, I'm Beatrice."
Rogue's mouth was absolutely filled, but she moved the food to one cheek so she could at least say her name. "Rogue." She wiped the back of her lips with her hand, some mayonnaise spreading on it which she wiped on her pants. It'd been one of those days where she'd decided to work out some energy and without really noticing, was several hours in before suddenly being overcome with hunger. One side effect to her powers was that it took a tremendous amount of energy to kick ass at the level she did. Her super strength and stamina did eventually wear down, and she was absolutely starved. In front of her was an absolutely stuffed french bread sandwich — too many meats and cheeses to name, along with pickles, lettuce, mayonnaise, mustard, and hot sauce.
Actually, if she was honest, this was her second one. This wasn't even counting the completely full Stanley mug next to her, drained of water. She picked it up and waved at Beatrice, swallowing thickly. "Can you fill this please? Oh my god, I'm so thirsty."
The blonde looked like a fish briefly, lips parted, eyes still on the woman — Rogue — before she nodded quickly, mouth finally closing as the task before her was set and she moved to complete it. "Of course," the words finally came out softly as she took the mug to refill it. As the pass occurred there was a still moment as she looked down at her hand, the mayonnaise that she'd just spread across her palm and the metal. She paled for a moment before heat spread across her face and she opened the fridge to pull out the pitcher.
For a moment there was just the sound of water being poured, eyes downcast. When it was filled she returned it to Rogue with a slight smile before moving to refill the pitcher, and clean her hand. "That's quite the sandwich you have there," she finally chirped brightly.
This time she didn't even bother clearing her mouth. "You have nooooo idea," Rogue said, her hand briefly covering her mouth in a rather lame attempt at manners. Chewing some more, she reached gratefully for her water bottle and chugged down quite a bit before letting out a relieved sigh. "It was one heck of a work out, so I needed this food like nobody's business, and since I can't cook, well ... I make sandwiches." She motioned to all the half opened meats, cheeses and other condiments in front of her. "Want one? Help yourself, sugar. What was your name again? Bea something? I haven't met you before, have I? Are you new? Have you been here long? I've been here on and off for a looong time, so you know, I'm an oldie here and always want to show people the ropes. You been to the DR yet? Danger Room? I'm always up for a workout." Rogue's stream of consciousness didn't bother her one bit -- she was too physically tired to even bother thinking. It was a good feeling.
Again, Bea felt like a fish out of water as she looked at the woman. She seemed far too young to be 'an oldie' but maybe that was part of her mutation. Instinctively, the blonde had begun to tidy up the shared space, though she paused at the offer to look down at it. Her stomach growled traitorously and the flush that had mostly vanished returned with a vengeance at the betrayal. "That sounds lovely, thank you so much."
She stood on her tiptoes to fetch a plate and when she returned a soft laugh slipped out. "Sorry, sorry, you said so much I only just understood it all. Beatrice, Beatrice Davis, I, uh, well, maybe I'm new? I came in November but I was pretty out of it for a while. I, uh, I don't know what a Danger Room is, sorry, I'm Canadian, if that's an American term, it's missed me entirely."
Rogue's eyes widened. "Oh!! I have had sex with many Canadians! I'm basically one at this point." She laughed loudly. "I'm teasing kinda. I've lived in Montreal for a long time though, and me and my partner have cabins in Northern BC, in the Yukon, oh man .... lots of places. I don't even know all the random shacks he thinks are homes." She took another huge bite of her sandwich, and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "But wow, November. I think I might have come back around then. I swear, I'm leaving any moment .... gotta get back to my practice, even though all my clients are remote anyways. Since being here, I'm not really doing much other than the danger room -- OH! Right you asked about that. It's our simulation room for exercising and using our powers."
That drew a laugh from Bea, before a hand quickly covered her mouth. While her blue-green eyes remained amused there was a touch of embarrassment at her action, though she tried to smooth past it by beginning to put together a sandwich for herself. “Well that’s one way to do it. I was just born in Selkirk, Manitoba, if you’ve never been, I can’t judge, it’s a whole lotta nothing.”
Bread, lettuce, lettuce, a slice of what appeared to be roast beef, before capping the sandwich with another slice of bread. “Alright, that makes sense. I did Gamma, when I. . . when I manifested and I imagine they’ve probably moved onto simulations now. That’s a smart way to do it. I don’t know about needing it, myself, though. Low level telepath, nothing much to me.” A gentle chirp of laughter, very different than her earlier outburst.
"Telepathy don't work on me," Rogue said, taking another bite. Her sandwich was quickly being demolished and she was finally feeling like a human being again. "My head is full of voices, and no, not imaginary. I absorb people and their powers with my skin." She waggled her fingers at Beatrice. "Got some control now but once upon a time, only took a few seconds and I'd have a little shadow of you in my brain. You ever seen Doctor Sleep? Where that kid learns to make like .... trunks and put away the ghosts in there? That's kinda how my brain is. Just one big ol' jumbled labyrinth in there of people, powers, thoughts, ideas.... not that you were going to get in there," she added quickly, her eyes widening. "Just saying. I ain't the one to practice on."
Another tittering of laughter as Bea smiled at the woman. “You sound like an interesting lady, Rogue, and far beyond my skill set if what you’re describing is the case. I’ve never seen it — Doctor Sleep — never been much of a watcher, movie or tv or whatever it may be. . .” With a slight jerk to straighten her posture, and realizing she’d trailed off she took a small bite of her sandwich to fill the silence.
“Maybe I’ll change that now that things are different and I have time. I’ve kinda picked up reading again. Sorry, I — I don’t know how to talk to people anymore, I think.” She admitted sheepishly.
Now that her sandwich was done, Rogue licked her fingers with satisfaction. "I love reading, but only trashy things. I ain't about to become some great literature lover. I wanna read about women banging hot scottish lords or time travelling to prehistoric times to bang hot caveman." She drank some water and looked around for a napkin. Seeing none, she wiped her hands on her pants. "Ohh, and we can't forget the ones about women in space banging hot alien humanoids. So you see, I have a lot of variety to my reading."
It took the blonde a moment to collect herself after Rogue finished talking, eyes watching her though there was a clear, brief, exit from her body to that of a higher plane if Rogue so cared to notice it. Blinking, a slight smile formed back on Beatrice’s lips to cover up the previous expression. “A lot of variety indeed. I just read whatever Jess leaves lying around until she returns it. I guess there’s a library somewhere at this safe house? I haven’t found it yet but, to be fair, I also don’t know if I have much interesting in visiting it.”
Rogue's ears perked up. "Jess? Like Jessica Jones? I didn't realize she had a roommate. Do I give you my condolonces now or do you just want a hug?" She smiled. "I'm teasing, I like Jess. She's as prickly as a cactus, and just as strong. Gotta be, everything she's dealt with over the years."
Beatrice blinked slowly, head tilting a touch to the side as she looked at Rogue before reaching out across the surface of the island toward her, but avoiding touching her directly, her eyes were soft but sad as she smiled gently at the other woman. “You’re so right, Rogue, and Jessica’s such a lovely woman. I hope we get to talk again, sometime soon. It’s so nice to meet a nice lady like yourself here.”
Rogue almost answered 'we're talking now, ain't we?' but that probably wasn't really appropriate when the other person was clearly stating they were done with the conversation. “Sounds good, sugar. I gotta go shower anyways. Peace!" She flashed the sign and got up, not even thinking about cleaning the mess behind her.
Beatrice slipped into the main kitchen almost soundlessly before freezing at the sight of the brunette woman who had been apparently sitting at the island eating... a sandwich? Staring up at her like a deer in headlights, she slowly raised a hand in a slight wave. "I - I'm so sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be here, I'm Beatrice."
Rogue's mouth was absolutely filled, but she moved the food to one cheek so she could at least say her name. "Rogue." She wiped the back of her lips with her hand, some mayonnaise spreading on it which she wiped on her pants. It'd been one of those days where she'd decided to work out some energy and without really noticing, was several hours in before suddenly being overcome with hunger. One side effect to her powers was that it took a tremendous amount of energy to kick ass at the level she did. Her super strength and stamina did eventually wear down, and she was absolutely starved. In front of her was an absolutely stuffed french bread sandwich — too many meats and cheeses to name, along with pickles, lettuce, mayonnaise, mustard, and hot sauce.
Actually, if she was honest, this was her second one. This wasn't even counting the completely full Stanley mug next to her, drained of water. She picked it up and waved at Beatrice, swallowing thickly. "Can you fill this please? Oh my god, I'm so thirsty."
The blonde looked like a fish briefly, lips parted, eyes still on the woman — Rogue — before she nodded quickly, mouth finally closing as the task before her was set and she moved to complete it. "Of course," the words finally came out softly as she took the mug to refill it. As the pass occurred there was a still moment as she looked down at her hand, the mayonnaise that she'd just spread across her palm and the metal. She paled for a moment before heat spread across her face and she opened the fridge to pull out the pitcher.
For a moment there was just the sound of water being poured, eyes downcast. When it was filled she returned it to Rogue with a slight smile before moving to refill the pitcher, and clean her hand. "That's quite the sandwich you have there," she finally chirped brightly.
This time she didn't even bother clearing her mouth. "You have nooooo idea," Rogue said, her hand briefly covering her mouth in a rather lame attempt at manners. Chewing some more, she reached gratefully for her water bottle and chugged down quite a bit before letting out a relieved sigh. "It was one heck of a work out, so I needed this food like nobody's business, and since I can't cook, well ... I make sandwiches." She motioned to all the half opened meats, cheeses and other condiments in front of her. "Want one? Help yourself, sugar. What was your name again? Bea something? I haven't met you before, have I? Are you new? Have you been here long? I've been here on and off for a looong time, so you know, I'm an oldie here and always want to show people the ropes. You been to the DR yet? Danger Room? I'm always up for a workout." Rogue's stream of consciousness didn't bother her one bit -- she was too physically tired to even bother thinking. It was a good feeling.
Again, Bea felt like a fish out of water as she looked at the woman. She seemed far too young to be 'an oldie' but maybe that was part of her mutation. Instinctively, the blonde had begun to tidy up the shared space, though she paused at the offer to look down at it. Her stomach growled traitorously and the flush that had mostly vanished returned with a vengeance at the betrayal. "That sounds lovely, thank you so much."
She stood on her tiptoes to fetch a plate and when she returned a soft laugh slipped out. "Sorry, sorry, you said so much I only just understood it all. Beatrice, Beatrice Davis, I, uh, well, maybe I'm new? I came in November but I was pretty out of it for a while. I, uh, I don't know what a Danger Room is, sorry, I'm Canadian, if that's an American term, it's missed me entirely."
Rogue's eyes widened. "Oh!! I have had sex with many Canadians! I'm basically one at this point." She laughed loudly. "I'm teasing kinda. I've lived in Montreal for a long time though, and me and my partner have cabins in Northern BC, in the Yukon, oh man .... lots of places. I don't even know all the random shacks he thinks are homes." She took another huge bite of her sandwich, and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "But wow, November. I think I might have come back around then. I swear, I'm leaving any moment .... gotta get back to my practice, even though all my clients are remote anyways. Since being here, I'm not really doing much other than the danger room -- OH! Right you asked about that. It's our simulation room for exercising and using our powers."
That drew a laugh from Bea, before a hand quickly covered her mouth. While her blue-green eyes remained amused there was a touch of embarrassment at her action, though she tried to smooth past it by beginning to put together a sandwich for herself. “Well that’s one way to do it. I was just born in Selkirk, Manitoba, if you’ve never been, I can’t judge, it’s a whole lotta nothing.”
Bread, lettuce, lettuce, a slice of what appeared to be roast beef, before capping the sandwich with another slice of bread. “Alright, that makes sense. I did Gamma, when I. . . when I manifested and I imagine they’ve probably moved onto simulations now. That’s a smart way to do it. I don’t know about needing it, myself, though. Low level telepath, nothing much to me.” A gentle chirp of laughter, very different than her earlier outburst.
"Telepathy don't work on me," Rogue said, taking another bite. Her sandwich was quickly being demolished and she was finally feeling like a human being again. "My head is full of voices, and no, not imaginary. I absorb people and their powers with my skin." She waggled her fingers at Beatrice. "Got some control now but once upon a time, only took a few seconds and I'd have a little shadow of you in my brain. You ever seen Doctor Sleep? Where that kid learns to make like .... trunks and put away the ghosts in there? That's kinda how my brain is. Just one big ol' jumbled labyrinth in there of people, powers, thoughts, ideas.... not that you were going to get in there," she added quickly, her eyes widening. "Just saying. I ain't the one to practice on."
Another tittering of laughter as Bea smiled at the woman. “You sound like an interesting lady, Rogue, and far beyond my skill set if what you’re describing is the case. I’ve never seen it — Doctor Sleep — never been much of a watcher, movie or tv or whatever it may be. . .” With a slight jerk to straighten her posture, and realizing she’d trailed off she took a small bite of her sandwich to fill the silence.
“Maybe I’ll change that now that things are different and I have time. I’ve kinda picked up reading again. Sorry, I — I don’t know how to talk to people anymore, I think.” She admitted sheepishly.
Now that her sandwich was done, Rogue licked her fingers with satisfaction. "I love reading, but only trashy things. I ain't about to become some great literature lover. I wanna read about women banging hot scottish lords or time travelling to prehistoric times to bang hot caveman." She drank some water and looked around for a napkin. Seeing none, she wiped her hands on her pants. "Ohh, and we can't forget the ones about women in space banging hot alien humanoids. So you see, I have a lot of variety to my reading."
It took the blonde a moment to collect herself after Rogue finished talking, eyes watching her though there was a clear, brief, exit from her body to that of a higher plane if Rogue so cared to notice it. Blinking, a slight smile formed back on Beatrice’s lips to cover up the previous expression. “A lot of variety indeed. I just read whatever Jess leaves lying around until she returns it. I guess there’s a library somewhere at this safe house? I haven’t found it yet but, to be fair, I also don’t know if I have much interesting in visiting it.”
Rogue's ears perked up. "Jess? Like Jessica Jones? I didn't realize she had a roommate. Do I give you my condolonces now or do you just want a hug?" She smiled. "I'm teasing, I like Jess. She's as prickly as a cactus, and just as strong. Gotta be, everything she's dealt with over the years."
Beatrice blinked slowly, head tilting a touch to the side as she looked at Rogue before reaching out across the surface of the island toward her, but avoiding touching her directly, her eyes were soft but sad as she smiled gently at the other woman. “You’re so right, Rogue, and Jessica’s such a lovely woman. I hope we get to talk again, sometime soon. It’s so nice to meet a nice lady like yourself here.”
Rogue almost answered 'we're talking now, ain't we?' but that probably wasn't really appropriate when the other person was clearly stating they were done with the conversation. “Sounds good, sugar. I gotta go shower anyways. Peace!" She flashed the sign and got up, not even thinking about cleaning the mess behind her.
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Date: 2024-05-31 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-05-31 03:33 pm (UTC)"Oh!! I have had sex with many Canadians! I'm basically one at this point."
dsfjdskjf GIRL, I know you've absorbed a lot of them but you don't have to SAY that
Now that her sandwich was done, Rogue licked her fingers with satisfaction. - my full-body cringe at this on Beatrice's behalf.
eyes watching her though there was a clear, brief, exit from her body to that of a higher plane - there it is.
Love the contrast between Rogue's outgoing and uhh . . . "careless" nature and Beatrice's guarded fastidiousness.
She definitely ended up cleaning the kitchen after this.