Post by Pyro on Jan 12, 2007 3:31:18 GMT
Apologies that this is in IM format. If it wasn’t 3am I’d turn it into prose. As it is, given that Rogue’s accent has sent Word into meltdown twice I’m going to leave it for now.
If you want a rough set-up, it’s similar to … Ashes. Really early Rogue-at-Institute, a peek at John when he’s not reigning himself in… yeah. Not sure what it is that’s made Rogue get all huggy at the beginning IC, OOC it was this:
And… yeah, for some reason we ranted IC… for about 2 hours. But there we go.
John:: *squirms* heck, okay. Enough of the touchy-feely
Rogue:: ...But...but...y'need huggling. And you know it.
John:: meh. Too little too late
Rogue:: That makes me all sad, now.
John:: aww damn it. Let’s not have a pity party. Don’t like it,
Rogue:: ...Fine. *lets go*
Rogue:: ...still sad, though.
John:: pfft
John:: if that's how y'wanna read it, fine
Rogue:: It iiiis! I mean...it...*random hand gestures trying to convey point*...it just is!
Rogue:: I don't like missing words. They're all ...hiding from me.
John:: blah. If I wanted to read it as sad, I’d be a fucked up little scene kid hacking myself to pieces over my fucking crappy little life. As it is, I missed the whole fucking affair hiding behind one book or another and ran off to am....... (Beat) there, the big epic story of John *visibly pissed off at having confided anywhere near that much* Can we leave that now?
Rogue:: ...One more hug?
John:: ... no
Rogue:: *hugs anyway*
John:: *playful crazy-swatting* NO TOUCHY!
Rogue:: Hey, I'm covered.
John:: pfft. Should know better than to think it's that which bugs me
John:: personal space barrier breeched! Initiate emergency defence protocol!
Rogue:: Meep!
Rogue:: That mean I'm about to dieeee?
John:: ... yeah *pounce* *tackle-glomp-pinned-straddled* Ha.
Rogue:: Meep!
Rogue:: ...now who's invading whose personal space?
John:: taste of ya own medicine, kid
John:: besides, you're covered
Rogue:: ...Yeah. But was I ...quite this in your space?
John:: ...
John:: hugging doesn’t bother you, straddling doesn’t bother me
John:: *shrug*
Rogue:: ...Right. Okay. *blinkblink*
Rogue:: ....So...can I get up now?
John:: ...
John:: do you want to get up?
Rogue:: ...Er...kinda
Rogue:: 'cause, y'know...this can't be appropriate
John:: ... oh, really?
John:: appropriate?
Rogue:: ...Yeah
John:: since when did appropriate matter?
Rogue:: Since always?
John:: *shrug* evidently you've never really met me, Roguey, if you think appropriate matters
Rogue:: ...Matters to me...
John:: *shrug* again, I care since when?
Rogue:: ...Well, no idea, but you should.
John:: ... why?
Rogue:: ...Because, otherwise, that's...kinda mean. And a little creepy.
John:: ... I take it we have met before, right?
John:: because you sound surprised when you say that
Rogue:: ...Yyyeah...well, y'don't normally strike me as 'creepy'
Rogue:: normally, being key, there...
John:: oh, really? Heh.
John:: this is different to normal, then?
John:: huh
Rogue:: Well, not entirely different. Y'seem to make the whole tackle-pin thing a habit. *sigh*
John:: ... oh. You’re complaining about this?
Rogue:: ...
Rogue:: Kinda
Rogue:: Like I said - inappropriate
John:: this is me. Anything with a pulse'd be dying to trade places with ya *smirks as only he can can* fuck, Roguey, you're so bloody uptight
Rogue:: So?
Rogue:: You've got an ego probblem.
John:: ... this is news?
Rogue:: ...No. But it's getting worse
Rogue:: you should see a specialist soon
Rogue:: before you die
John:: kinda hard to be all meek and retiring
John:: got a right to feel shiny-special, methinks
Rogue:: shiny-special is one thing, but...but...you're squashing me.
John:: ... oh *flips* that better?
John:: *smirk*
Rogue:: ...Erm...*scramble-climb-off*
John:: *snicker*
John:: so... it was good for me. How bout you? *smirk*
Rogue:: ...perv.
John:: but y'love me anyway, right?
Rogue:: ...*mumbles*
John:: ... I’m sorry. Didn’t catch that. Something that sounded painfully like denial drowned all the good bits out
Rogue:: *grumble* Yes. But y'still annoying and have an ego probblem. *nod*
John:: ... oh, wow, that cuts
Rogue::
John:: 'scuse me while I go tear myself to shreds over how the untouchable freak girl doesn't like me
John:: 'cos, y'know, I care
Rogue:: ....I didn't say I didn'
John:: ... sorry? What was that?
Rogue:: ...*glare*
Rogue:: I never said I didn't like ya.
John:: ... y'know, I think I could stand to hear that again.
Rogue:: Too bad.
John:: *smirk*
Rogue:: *poke*
John:: *flick* *disparaging glare*
Rogue:: ^_^
Rogue:: *pokes again, just...because...*
John:: *shoves away* sorry. I think contact's kinda inappropriate, don't you?
John:: someone somewhere might object
Rogue:: . . . Because, y'know, there's something so much worse about poking than there was about that tackle-pin-straddle ...thing y'were doing earlier...*eyeroll*
John:: can't have part of the package Roguey. Ice-dick might be so fucking desperate he'll compromise. I'm all or nothing.
Rogue:: *eyeroll part two*
John:: y'know, one day you might wind up stuck like that... oh hell, now you're going to set out to try, because then no one will want to touch you and you can live out your days in angsty fucking self-righteous glory somewhere
Rogue:: *blinkblink*
Rogue:: ...Right
John:: *click*
John:: *click*
John:: *click... click... click...*
Rogue:: *shakes head, kinda not really sure what to say to that*
John:: *shrug* *click... click... click...*
Rogue:: ....
Rogue:: *lunge* *grabs for lighter*
John:: *click... click... cli...* *ducks backwards and kicks out to smack her back*
John:: Oh, I really don't think so
Rogue:: I really do think so, though. And why the heck would you kick at me?!
Rogue:: that's just...mean
John:: you went for sh... Y’asked for it.
Rogue:: ....Still! That's hurtful, there.
John:: pfft
Rogue:: It isssss
John:: go whine to Snowboy. Then he can freeze my bed...
John:: and I’ll find someone I can touch and rub it in his stupid fucking face while we thaw it out
Rogue:: ...Ew.
John:: thought you'd like that
Rogue:: Like I said earlier, you're a perv.
John:: *shrug* if you've got it
Rogue:: Pfft...
John:: ... what? you don't think I've *got it*?
John:: screw you.
John:: only not, cos...
John:: well, it wouldn't be pretty. I kinda need those.
Rogue:: ...yeah, I'm gonna...go find something sharp to give myself a lobotomy with now. Thanks.
John:: pleasure to be of service
Rogue:: ...Yes. Have fun explaining to the mansion why Roguey's a vegetable now.
John:: tcha, like we could tell the difference....
y'know, for all this whining, I think you're warming up to me. haven't chucked me outta bed, which has to count for something...
Rogue:: Like you wouldn't just come back. I'm not gonna waste my time.
Rogue:: You'll leave eventually
John:: don't flatter yourself, hun
Rogue:: You'd do it just to annoy me.
John:: kitten's next door, isn’t she?
Rogue:: Yep
John:: Huh.
John:: *smirk*
Rogue:: *waves bye*
John:: ... oh, so this is the thanks I get? I try to provide a public fucking service, warm you up some for Bob so I don't have to hear him whining about how he's not cut out for that kinda ice, and this is what I get
John:: fucking underappreciated, me
Rogue:: Pfft...What makes y'think tha's why I'm all "cold"?
Rogue:: I might just be a moody person.
John:: Roguey, I'm *just a moody person*
John:: you're a fucking psycho
Rogue:: ...So?
Rogue::
John:: *shrug* *click*
Rogue:: ....*grabs for lighter again*
John:: oh, so now you can't keep your hands off me?
John:: you got some kind of shiny!kink?
Rogue:: Not that I know of.
Rogue:: I'm just trying to steal it. 'Cause...yes, may as well
John:: oooh, uncertainty
John:: that's cool
John:: we could experiment
Rogue:: Or we could not..?
John:: find out definitive, like
John:: ... your loss
Rogue:: ...How many times do I have to call you a pervert tonight?
John:: at least one more, as always
John:: maybe one day I’ll start caring
Rogue:: ...let's hope so.
Rogue:: And let's hope it's soon.
John:: pfft. last thing this place needs is more squeaky-clean types
John:: or d'ya want me all scooter-like, fully clothed in the dark, vanilla sex and closed mouth kisses?
John:: any surprise Scarlet's got the hots for Logan?
John:: I think not
Rogue:: ...*shakes head, totally back to the no idea how to respond to something like that*
John:: *"well, go on.." kinda glance*
Rogue:: I think it'd be pointless to call you a pervert again. So let's...change the subject.
Rogue:: Totally.
Rogue:: Like....entiiiirely.
John:: y'should be pleased I’m so open about it
John:: repression is bad for you, y'know
John:: these fucking counselling sessions taught me that much
Rogue:: It's not being repressed. It's having some sense of, y'know, decency....
John:: same difference
Rogue:: .....
Rogue:: Right.
Rogue:: Forgot this wasn't a normal conversation with a normal person.
John:: hell no. normal's fucking boring dead grey flatliner crap. me, I'm 100% bone-fide superior freak and damn proud of it...
Rogue:: ...See, that's what worries me about you...
Rogue:: Among other things.
John:: ... oh, really?
Rogue:: Mhm
John:: *facepalm* of course. forgot you're ashamed of your genes and all
Rogue:: ...Hey. I wouldn't mind being a mutant if I didn't have a sucky power. Literally.
John:: ... oooh, a pun *patronising handclap* she's learning
Rogue:: Pun aside, I'm serious. You get fun powers
Rogue:: I get 'kill-with-a-touch' powers
Rogue:: ...I don't think it's quite a bad thing not t'like mine
John:: ... whatever.
Rogue:: ....I win.
John:: ... no. you lose. at life, especially
Rogue:: Pfft...not.
Rogue:: I win. Always. At everything. And ...ha!
John:: oh, sure
John:: because you're winning at so much right now
John:: let's add up everything you have going for you, shall we? or, er, shall we not, because it'd fuck up your whole *poor little me* vibe?
Rogue::
Rogue:: I'm not all 'pity me' like you seem t'think, Johnny.
John:: oh, sure
John:: "I'm Rogue, and I can't touch people. But I still have to have the golden boy. so I can parade him around not-touching"
John:: "waaah"
Rogue:: ... Right.
Rogue:: Or maybe I'm just...being normal as possible?
John:: Right. Normal.
Rogue:: Normal's not evil, y'know.
John:: ... sure
Rogue:: ...Like you never wanted to be normal before?
John:: that's what they tell themselves to make them feel better about hating us lot.
John:: and fuck no
John:: why would I want to be normal?
Rogue:: ...Because everyone does at one point.
John:: yeah, well, not me
Rogue:: ...Mmmhm, sure
John:: guess I'm a full *freak*, huh?
John:: all broken and crap, shit-it’s-too-fucking-late-for-a-refund, freakish little me?
Rogue:: ...
John:: I’d apologise, but lies taste bad
Rogue:: ....So...what, brokenness is freakish? Even though, y'know, it's more common than 'normal'?
John:: y'getting pseudo-deep there
John:: and it might taste like hypocrisy for you to be extolling the virtues of freak-dom
John:: just a hint
Rogue:: ...Oops. Sorry. Didn't mean t'make your brain melt/explode
Rogue:: ...honestly, there is no 'normal' or 'freakish', 'cause...that would mean two people had to be totally identical
Rogue:: and...they're not
Rogue:: so...it doesn't work
John:: amen,
Rogue:: ...was that sarcasm, or did you just agree with something I said
Rogue:: ?
John:: ... put it down to it being late, and me being all drunk and shit
Rogue:: Ah, 'kay
Rogue:: Suuuure
John:: honestly? you start making with the bla-bla, I black out and just nod encouragingly. picked that up from bob
Rogue:: Gee, that's really nice of you. Would it kill you to pay attention to something other than yourself for once?
John:: ... might do, sure
John:: everyone else either pisses you off, buggers off, or screws you over
Rogue:: Not always
John:: Al-fucking-ways
John:: sooner or later
John:: people're flawed like that. s'what makes us human. or, well, mutant. or whatever
Rogue:: But that doesn't mean people aren't worth your time.
Rogue:: Some are, granted
Rogue:: but not all'a them
John:: never said they weren't
John:: hence why I’m spending a perfectly good evening here
Rogue:: ...was that actually you, saying something nice?
John:: ... don't take it to heart
Rogue:: You must be all...people-trusting-phobic or whatever.
Rogue:: *nod*
John:: oh, great.
John:: let's get back to my neuroses.
John:: because fuck knows baldie-mobile and co haven't tagged me with enough of them
John:: Dr. Rogue, expert on functionality, has to add some more
Rogue:: Not an expert, but...seriously.
Rogue:: Ain't too bad to trust people.
Rogue:: Usually
John:: Y'know why the rest of you don't play with fire? Cos there's that chance it might burn you?
John:: I'm not fucking people-proof
… and low and behold, John storms off back to his&Bob’s room. Lot of random crap came up there… name-checking jealousy over Rogue’s arrival (very early John/Bob?), and something Rogue brought up OOC as to how the hell they ever get to be as good friends as we’ve played them:
If you want a rough set-up, it’s similar to … Ashes. Really early Rogue-at-Institute, a peek at John when he’s not reigning himself in… yeah. Not sure what it is that’s made Rogue get all huggy at the beginning IC, OOC it was this:
SingeAllerdyce: i'm gonna get replica x2-john!pyjamas
SingeAllerdyce: well, gonna make them, cos i am that sad
SingeAllerdyce: but nyah
Larza02: Hee! cool
Larza02: thumbholesssss! in the shiiiiirttt!!
Larza02: ...Yeah. Found that totally awesome.
SingeAllerdyce: yeeeees! thumb holes!
Larza02: ^_^
SingeAllerdyce: john rocks!
Larza02: heck yes he does
SingeAllerdyce: so many little aspects of the characterisation are so much deeper than the film dares touch upon.
Larza02: *nodnod*
Larza02: *huggles Johnny*
SingeAllerdyce: *john squirms slightly* heck, okay. enough of the touchy-feely
SingeAllerdyce: well, gonna make them, cos i am that sad
SingeAllerdyce: but nyah
Larza02: Hee! cool
Larza02: thumbholesssss! in the shiiiiirttt!!
Larza02: ...Yeah. Found that totally awesome.
SingeAllerdyce: yeeeees! thumb holes!
Larza02: ^_^
SingeAllerdyce: john rocks!
Larza02: heck yes he does
SingeAllerdyce: so many little aspects of the characterisation are so much deeper than the film dares touch upon.
Larza02: *nodnod*
Larza02: *huggles Johnny*
SingeAllerdyce: *john squirms slightly* heck, okay. enough of the touchy-feely
And… yeah, for some reason we ranted IC… for about 2 hours. But there we go.
John:: *squirms* heck, okay. Enough of the touchy-feely
Rogue:: ...But...but...y'need huggling. And you know it.
John:: meh. Too little too late
Rogue:: That makes me all sad, now.
John:: aww damn it. Let’s not have a pity party. Don’t like it,
Rogue:: ...Fine. *lets go*
Rogue:: ...still sad, though.
John:: pfft
John:: if that's how y'wanna read it, fine
Rogue:: It iiiis! I mean...it...*random hand gestures trying to convey point*...it just is!
Rogue:: I don't like missing words. They're all ...hiding from me.
John:: blah. If I wanted to read it as sad, I’d be a fucked up little scene kid hacking myself to pieces over my fucking crappy little life. As it is, I missed the whole fucking affair hiding behind one book or another and ran off to am....... (Beat) there, the big epic story of John *visibly pissed off at having confided anywhere near that much* Can we leave that now?
Rogue:: ...One more hug?
John:: ... no
Rogue:: *hugs anyway*
John:: *playful crazy-swatting* NO TOUCHY!
Rogue:: Hey, I'm covered.
John:: pfft. Should know better than to think it's that which bugs me
John:: personal space barrier breeched! Initiate emergency defence protocol!
Rogue:: Meep!
Rogue:: That mean I'm about to dieeee?
John:: ... yeah *pounce* *tackle-glomp-pinned-straddled* Ha.
Rogue:: Meep!
Rogue:: ...now who's invading whose personal space?
John:: taste of ya own medicine, kid
John:: besides, you're covered
Rogue:: ...Yeah. But was I ...quite this in your space?
John:: ...
John:: hugging doesn’t bother you, straddling doesn’t bother me
John:: *shrug*
Rogue:: ...Right. Okay. *blinkblink*
Rogue:: ....So...can I get up now?
John:: ...
John:: do you want to get up?
Rogue:: ...Er...kinda
Rogue:: 'cause, y'know...this can't be appropriate
John:: ... oh, really?
John:: appropriate?
Rogue:: ...Yeah
John:: since when did appropriate matter?
Rogue:: Since always?
John:: *shrug* evidently you've never really met me, Roguey, if you think appropriate matters
Rogue:: ...Matters to me...
John:: *shrug* again, I care since when?
Rogue:: ...Well, no idea, but you should.
John:: ... why?
Rogue:: ...Because, otherwise, that's...kinda mean. And a little creepy.
John:: ... I take it we have met before, right?
John:: because you sound surprised when you say that
Rogue:: ...Yyyeah...well, y'don't normally strike me as 'creepy'
Rogue:: normally, being key, there...
John:: oh, really? Heh.
John:: this is different to normal, then?
John:: huh
Rogue:: Well, not entirely different. Y'seem to make the whole tackle-pin thing a habit. *sigh*
John:: ... oh. You’re complaining about this?
Rogue:: ...
Rogue:: Kinda
Rogue:: Like I said - inappropriate
John:: this is me. Anything with a pulse'd be dying to trade places with ya *smirks as only he can can* fuck, Roguey, you're so bloody uptight
Rogue:: So?
Rogue:: You've got an ego probblem.
John:: ... this is news?
Rogue:: ...No. But it's getting worse
Rogue:: you should see a specialist soon
Rogue:: before you die
John:: kinda hard to be all meek and retiring
John:: got a right to feel shiny-special, methinks
Rogue:: shiny-special is one thing, but...but...you're squashing me.
John:: ... oh *flips* that better?
John:: *smirk*
Rogue:: ...Erm...*scramble-climb-off*
John:: *snicker*
John:: so... it was good for me. How bout you? *smirk*
Rogue:: ...perv.
John:: but y'love me anyway, right?
Rogue:: ...*mumbles*
John:: ... I’m sorry. Didn’t catch that. Something that sounded painfully like denial drowned all the good bits out
Rogue:: *grumble* Yes. But y'still annoying and have an ego probblem. *nod*
John:: ... oh, wow, that cuts
Rogue::
John:: 'scuse me while I go tear myself to shreds over how the untouchable freak girl doesn't like me
John:: 'cos, y'know, I care
Rogue:: ....I didn't say I didn'
John:: ... sorry? What was that?
Rogue:: ...*glare*
Rogue:: I never said I didn't like ya.
John:: ... y'know, I think I could stand to hear that again.
Rogue:: Too bad.
John:: *smirk*
Rogue:: *poke*
John:: *flick* *disparaging glare*
Rogue:: ^_^
Rogue:: *pokes again, just...because...*
John:: *shoves away* sorry. I think contact's kinda inappropriate, don't you?
John:: someone somewhere might object
Rogue:: . . . Because, y'know, there's something so much worse about poking than there was about that tackle-pin-straddle ...thing y'were doing earlier...*eyeroll*
John:: can't have part of the package Roguey. Ice-dick might be so fucking desperate he'll compromise. I'm all or nothing.
Rogue:: *eyeroll part two*
John:: y'know, one day you might wind up stuck like that... oh hell, now you're going to set out to try, because then no one will want to touch you and you can live out your days in angsty fucking self-righteous glory somewhere
Rogue:: *blinkblink*
Rogue:: ...Right
John:: *click*
John:: *click*
John:: *click... click... click...*
Rogue:: *shakes head, kinda not really sure what to say to that*
John:: *shrug* *click... click... click...*
Rogue:: ....
Rogue:: *lunge* *grabs for lighter*
John:: *click... click... cli...* *ducks backwards and kicks out to smack her back*
John:: Oh, I really don't think so
Rogue:: I really do think so, though. And why the heck would you kick at me?!
Rogue:: that's just...mean
John:: you went for sh... Y’asked for it.
Rogue:: ....Still! That's hurtful, there.
John:: pfft
Rogue:: It isssss
John:: go whine to Snowboy. Then he can freeze my bed...
John:: and I’ll find someone I can touch and rub it in his stupid fucking face while we thaw it out
Rogue:: ...Ew.
John:: thought you'd like that
Rogue:: Like I said earlier, you're a perv.
John:: *shrug* if you've got it
Rogue:: Pfft...
John:: ... what? you don't think I've *got it*?
John:: screw you.
John:: only not, cos...
John:: well, it wouldn't be pretty. I kinda need those.
Rogue:: ...yeah, I'm gonna...go find something sharp to give myself a lobotomy with now. Thanks.
John:: pleasure to be of service
Rogue:: ...Yes. Have fun explaining to the mansion why Roguey's a vegetable now.
John:: tcha, like we could tell the difference....
y'know, for all this whining, I think you're warming up to me. haven't chucked me outta bed, which has to count for something...
Rogue:: Like you wouldn't just come back. I'm not gonna waste my time.
Rogue:: You'll leave eventually
John:: don't flatter yourself, hun
Rogue:: You'd do it just to annoy me.
John:: kitten's next door, isn’t she?
Rogue:: Yep
John:: Huh.
John:: *smirk*
Rogue:: *waves bye*
John:: ... oh, so this is the thanks I get? I try to provide a public fucking service, warm you up some for Bob so I don't have to hear him whining about how he's not cut out for that kinda ice, and this is what I get
John:: fucking underappreciated, me
Rogue:: Pfft...What makes y'think tha's why I'm all "cold"?
Rogue:: I might just be a moody person.
John:: Roguey, I'm *just a moody person*
John:: you're a fucking psycho
Rogue:: ...So?
Rogue::
John:: *shrug* *click*
Rogue:: ....*grabs for lighter again*
John:: oh, so now you can't keep your hands off me?
John:: you got some kind of shiny!kink?
Rogue:: Not that I know of.
Rogue:: I'm just trying to steal it. 'Cause...yes, may as well
John:: oooh, uncertainty
John:: that's cool
John:: we could experiment
Rogue:: Or we could not..?
John:: find out definitive, like
John:: ... your loss
Rogue:: ...How many times do I have to call you a pervert tonight?
John:: at least one more, as always
John:: maybe one day I’ll start caring
Rogue:: ...let's hope so.
Rogue:: And let's hope it's soon.
John:: pfft. last thing this place needs is more squeaky-clean types
John:: or d'ya want me all scooter-like, fully clothed in the dark, vanilla sex and closed mouth kisses?
John:: any surprise Scarlet's got the hots for Logan?
John:: I think not
Rogue:: ...*shakes head, totally back to the no idea how to respond to something like that*
John:: *"well, go on.." kinda glance*
Rogue:: I think it'd be pointless to call you a pervert again. So let's...change the subject.
Rogue:: Totally.
Rogue:: Like....entiiiirely.
John:: y'should be pleased I’m so open about it
John:: repression is bad for you, y'know
John:: these fucking counselling sessions taught me that much
Rogue:: It's not being repressed. It's having some sense of, y'know, decency....
John:: same difference
Rogue:: .....
Rogue:: Right.
Rogue:: Forgot this wasn't a normal conversation with a normal person.
John:: hell no. normal's fucking boring dead grey flatliner crap. me, I'm 100% bone-fide superior freak and damn proud of it...
Rogue:: ...See, that's what worries me about you...
Rogue:: Among other things.
John:: ... oh, really?
Rogue:: Mhm
John:: *facepalm* of course. forgot you're ashamed of your genes and all
Rogue:: ...Hey. I wouldn't mind being a mutant if I didn't have a sucky power. Literally.
John:: ... oooh, a pun *patronising handclap* she's learning
Rogue:: Pun aside, I'm serious. You get fun powers
Rogue:: I get 'kill-with-a-touch' powers
Rogue:: ...I don't think it's quite a bad thing not t'like mine
John:: ... whatever.
Rogue:: ....I win.
John:: ... no. you lose. at life, especially
Rogue:: Pfft...not.
Rogue:: I win. Always. At everything. And ...ha!
John:: oh, sure
John:: because you're winning at so much right now
John:: let's add up everything you have going for you, shall we? or, er, shall we not, because it'd fuck up your whole *poor little me* vibe?
Rogue::
Rogue:: I'm not all 'pity me' like you seem t'think, Johnny.
John:: oh, sure
John:: "I'm Rogue, and I can't touch people. But I still have to have the golden boy. so I can parade him around not-touching"
John:: "waaah"
Rogue:: ... Right.
Rogue:: Or maybe I'm just...being normal as possible?
John:: Right. Normal.
Rogue:: Normal's not evil, y'know.
John:: ... sure
Rogue:: ...Like you never wanted to be normal before?
John:: that's what they tell themselves to make them feel better about hating us lot.
John:: and fuck no
John:: why would I want to be normal?
Rogue:: ...Because everyone does at one point.
John:: yeah, well, not me
Rogue:: ...Mmmhm, sure
John:: guess I'm a full *freak*, huh?
John:: all broken and crap, shit-it’s-too-fucking-late-for-a-refund, freakish little me?
Rogue:: ...
John:: I’d apologise, but lies taste bad
Rogue:: ....So...what, brokenness is freakish? Even though, y'know, it's more common than 'normal'?
John:: y'getting pseudo-deep there
John:: and it might taste like hypocrisy for you to be extolling the virtues of freak-dom
John:: just a hint
Rogue:: ...Oops. Sorry. Didn't mean t'make your brain melt/explode
Rogue:: ...honestly, there is no 'normal' or 'freakish', 'cause...that would mean two people had to be totally identical
Rogue:: and...they're not
Rogue:: so...it doesn't work
John:: amen,
Rogue:: ...was that sarcasm, or did you just agree with something I said
Rogue:: ?
John:: ... put it down to it being late, and me being all drunk and shit
Rogue:: Ah, 'kay
Rogue:: Suuuure
John:: honestly? you start making with the bla-bla, I black out and just nod encouragingly. picked that up from bob
Rogue:: Gee, that's really nice of you. Would it kill you to pay attention to something other than yourself for once?
John:: ... might do, sure
John:: everyone else either pisses you off, buggers off, or screws you over
Rogue:: Not always
John:: Al-fucking-ways
John:: sooner or later
John:: people're flawed like that. s'what makes us human. or, well, mutant. or whatever
Rogue:: But that doesn't mean people aren't worth your time.
Rogue:: Some are, granted
Rogue:: but not all'a them
John:: never said they weren't
John:: hence why I’m spending a perfectly good evening here
Rogue:: ...was that actually you, saying something nice?
John:: ... don't take it to heart
Rogue:: You must be all...people-trusting-phobic or whatever.
Rogue:: *nod*
John:: oh, great.
John:: let's get back to my neuroses.
John:: because fuck knows baldie-mobile and co haven't tagged me with enough of them
John:: Dr. Rogue, expert on functionality, has to add some more
Rogue:: Not an expert, but...seriously.
Rogue:: Ain't too bad to trust people.
Rogue:: Usually
John:: Y'know why the rest of you don't play with fire? Cos there's that chance it might burn you?
John:: I'm not fucking people-proof
… and low and behold, John storms off back to his&Bob’s room. Lot of random crap came up there… name-checking jealousy over Rogue’s arrival (very early John/Bob?), and something Rogue brought up OOC as to how the hell they ever get to be as good friends as we’ve played them:
Reason they get along (...usually...) so well is 'cause they've both got trust issues, but his is of others, hers is of herself. It balances out...
