It's all for the donuts

[goldenglasses]

Who: Vash (goldenglasses), Rogue (touchofrogue), and a random troll named Wolfwood (not_a_bluesbro )
When: Saturday, November 20th
Where: Vash’s bedroom. >D
Summary: During his morning meditation, Vash has a crash-in visitor and a nice little coma nap.
Rating: PG, come on people! They’re all wearing clothes!

Vash awoke as he did every morning; eyes slowly opening as he slipped away from the night’s dream. He yawned as he pushed himself slowly upwards and gave his bed hair a ruffle. He hadn’t particularly liked last night’s dream. It was more like a nightmare really, but it was gone now and it was another chilly day in Luceti.

He took a deep breath and crossed his legs in bed. Shutting his eyes as he began his morning meditation. The subjects are of love and peace, he usually quits after about three seconds, but this morning the meditation is going to be cut off a little short.

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[goldenglasses]

Vash tips over and falls onto his stomach on top of his bed in a deep sleep. His own wings and neck barcode there for her to see. His journal that should have been in many of the images sits on his desk with a snow glob on top of it. His coat hanging up on the wall, walls that are painted in a rather breathtaking sunrise mural.

For now he'll sleep peacefully on the bed for a few minutes.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue knows where everything in the room is - she doesn't even have to look. It's as if she put it away the night before. Her arm... there's something she has to be careful with about her arm, a power there. She feels stronger... older...

Much older.

It's a dangerous thing, to give in to a psyche's desires, but she likes that red coat too... and she needs to cover up. Vash seems like an understanding sort, he'll be all right if she sticks around explains things - and he'll explain more too. Those images of death don't scare her. She's absorbed Wolverine and Sabertooth, she's seen what they've seen and done what they've done and she has blood on her hands too.

Mystique. Apocalypse.

She slips it on. It's old comfortable leather, fits just right - no, it's too big - and starts to look for the gloves that she knows he has. She slips them on and settles on to the floor with her back to the wall, facing the sunrise.

He likes it. -There's laughter and teasing and two girls with dark hair- She does too.

[goldenglasses]

Vash sleeps soundly for a good ten, fifteen minutes before his starts to stir slightly. He groans and slowly pushes himself up right, his left arm coming to rub at his forehead. He speaks softly in a quiet voice. “Ugh… what, what happened? Did Wolfwood get me to drink too much again? I dreamed that a girl fell from the sky and… landed… on…” He stares speechless at the girl huddled in his coat on the opposite side of the room. So apparently that wasn’t a dream.

[touchofrogue]

"Hi." She's moved forward a bit by now because his strength has run out and wings. They hurt if she puts pressure on them, but she knows from his memories that the pain goes away, and that she needs to keep them guarded.

"Sorry about - that." She waves one gloved hand at him a little weakly. "I didn't do it on purpose. I'm Rogue."

[goldenglasses]

Vash fully sits up, his hand still rubbing his head has he does so. “Hi, I’m…” A pause as a fake name doesn’t come as easily with a headache pounding through your brain. “…Frank. Are you alright? What happened?”

[touchofrogue]

Rogue gives him the smallest of sympathetic smiles and shakes her head. "No, you're not. Your name is Vash, and don't worry I'm not going to go around telling - everyone anything. I don't know why I ended up on top of you, but when you touched me you activated my power. So I know who you are."

[goldenglasses]

He turns a slight shade of red as his hand goes from holding his head, to rubbing it sheepishly. "Oh... uh, sorry, it's just that there's someone here and it would be better he doesn't know who I'm acquainted with."

There's a pause as it sinks in what she could mean when she says that she knows who he is. "How much do you know about me?"

[touchofrogue]

She closes her eyes for a minute and sighs. "A lot."

He's not going to like this.

Do you blame him?

No.

Just tell him, he'll understand.

Nobody understands.

Ya got people lookin' out for ya--

Listening to the voices in your head is a good way to get driven crazy. "Look. I don't want to take up too much of your time. I stuck around to make sure you're okay, since my powers are weird here. I'll tell you what happened, but if I do you have to promise not to freak out, okay?"

[goldenglasses]

Vash grins warmly and crosses his heart with his hand. "Promise. I won't freak out." Luceti has given him so many surprise, that he doesn't think he can freak out too badly at anything, anymore.

[touchofrogue]

"Right." The drawl is a little more pronounced on that word as she doesn't quite believe him.

But she does know him now, so... she takes a deep breath. "When you touched me, I absorbed your memories, your lifeforce... and your powers." She touches her right arm over to her left and taps it twice, so he knows exactly what she's talking about.

"They're a part of me now. Along with some of your impressions of this place... Luceti, right?" There's a bit of a quiver there, as if she's trying not to be scared; as if things this terrible happen every day but she's still not used to it and it shows. "I can't control it. You're just lucky I was able to get off you in time."

[goldenglasses]

Vash’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of having his power. He knows what a burden and just how dangerous that can be. She has all his memories, his powers… he’s not really sure what to make of all that. It’s so much to take in all at once. “All of my memories?”

There’s something else that’s important too. “You said we were lucky. What could have happened?”

[touchofrogue]

That's it, he hates you.

Freak.

Vampire.

SHUT-UP.

She drops her gaze and wraps her arms a little tighter around her legs. "They don't stay in the same way regular memories do. It's just like - I've got a little part of you inside of me. I can pick at it for now, but soon I won't be able to do that. And your powers are gone too. But if I hadn't let go... you might not have woken up."

And your voice would be a hellofa lot stronger.

1/2

[goldenglasses]

"Never woken up!?"

2/2

[goldenglasses]

He laughs embarrassed by his own outburst. "Well, I guess it is a good thing you let go. Are you sure you're alright?" It's not exactly easy being him, he knows only too well.

[touchofrogue]

"I'm fine." And if you think the accent is a little more pronounced there - you're right. It's unintentional, but it's a reinforcing of her own identity over everyone else's.

"I'm just stuck in an alternate world without any way home."

With wings.

[goldenglasses]

Vash sighs, his smile fading. "I know it's difficult at first, but it's not all bad here. Everything is free and most of the people are really nice." He really hates breaking the bad news to people. It all seemed so cruel, these people just wake up in this place and are dumped with such bad news right off the bat.

[touchofrogue]

"Right. Real nice." She's pretty sure that nice people don't exist for people like her. ...and she needs to get home. There are some things that she needs to fix. Like that leaky faucet in the new Mansion and putting a cork in the end of the world.

"Anyway, that's why I borrowed your coat. I'd give it back, but I need something else to wear."

1/3

[notabluesbro]

Oh. My. God.

Can that damn spikey-headed spaz try not to ruin his morning? Wolfwood gets it—you like waking up, smelling the wonderful foresty morning air, cooking breakfast that he was just going to end up stealing, but can't you do him the favor of being quiet while you're up and at 'em?! Suffice to say, the knob turns and the door swiftly opens to reveal a semi-disheveled Wolfwood, chin unshaven and pajamas still in place.

"What the hell, needle noggin?!"

Kuroneko may or may not have roosted on his head (at this point, he's too groggy to give two sh—

2/3

[notabluesbro]

...He blinks, unsure if he was just seeing things, because the chances of a woman being in Vash's room, with his coat, in the morning...

3/3

[notabluesbro]

He can only stare for a bit, before a cheeky grin crosses his features. The kind that says 'ohoho, looks like the 130-year-old virgin is finally figuring his poor life out'. Don't mind that Kuroneko's managed to mimic Wolfwood's shit-eating grin.

And when that's all done with, he slowly... slowly...

closes the door.

Carry on, ladies.

[goldenglasses]

Vash's face goes beat red the moment the door flies open. Wolfwood. It had to be Wolfwood. It couldn't be Meryl? Sure she'd probably call him jerk than stomp on his face a bit, but at least she might stick around long enough to explain the situation to.

Of course, while this thought bounces around Vash's head the door is already on it's way to being shut. "W-Wolfwood! This isn't what it looks like!"

[touchofrogue]

Rogue makes a face. There's a situation she didn't think she'd ever be in - explaining how she came to be in someone else's bedroom and clothes. The familiar bitterness leaves a stain, but she's more startled than anything else.

"...well, that was awkward."

[goldenglasses]

All Vash can do is sigh. "Don't worry, I'll explain it to him later, but you can borrow my coat. Although I'd like it back eventually. I'm kind of fond of it." He stands up off his bed and moves towards the closet. "I might have other things you could borrow until you get your own place and clothes."

He suddenly stops his search and slaps his head. "Oh, yeah. I didn't get to fully explain this place before we were rudely intrupted. The housing is free here too. You should also be able to find your clothes at the clothing shop."

[touchofrogue]

She knows this. She knows - she knows that one of his friends here is a pirate, and that he makes doughnuts, she knows his favorite place to sit in the forest and talk to - talk to the earth spirit? Weird. - she knows what it's like to be run through with a sword. But she listens anyway.

"I guess I'll head out there first. It would be good to get my own gloves."

[goldenglasses]

Vash looks Rogue over once more, before shaking his head and talking more towards himself. "I think most of Meryl's clothes would be too small..."

He turns back to rummaging through the closet and brings out a pair of boots. "They'll be a bit big, but you can use these too if you'd like."