lucetilogs | It's all for the donuts

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It's all for the donuts

Who: Vash (

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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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.

"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."

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—

Edited 2010-11-20 06:21 (UTC)

...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...

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.

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!"

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."

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."

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."

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."

The mention of Meryl's name brings another flash of memories - and Rogue nods in agreement before she catches herself. Her smile is almost shy. The Vash-in-her-head was someone that she knew was kind, but it had taken the X-Men almost a year to persist through her barriers before she could bring herself to depend on them. It was only recently that she'd come to realize that... murdering her mother or not, unleashing Apocalypse or not... they still wanted her around. They were her family.

...but they weren't here, were they. None of the Vash's stolen memories had stood out to her with a single familiar face. She somehow manages to make herself even smaller in his coat, her one bare arm tightening around her legs. "Thanks."

The word's drawled out almost awkwardly before she continues. "Is there a list somewhere of the unoccupied housing?"

Vash misses the nod, his back turned as he goes through his dresser now. "The Welcome Center should have a list. If it's not up to date I know a few apartments upstairs are free. I can take you there if you'd like." He pulls out a pair of pants, but these are going to be way too big on you. He fishes around until he finds a belt. "I'll need to cut another hole in this belt, but you can use these pants to keep warm outside."

Clothes. Clothes are very important to a teenage girl; doubly so to Rogue. She stands up and comes over to take the the belt and other clothes. "I bet I could just wrap it around it around my waist a few times. I'll get them back to you as soon as I find my own stuff, promise."

She's making no move to take off the jacket, though. She might just like it... or she might be waiting for some indication of where she can go to change privately.

"No, rush. I have other things I can wear for now and I could get more from the shop myself until you're settled in more." Vash finishes up by finding what he hopes to be a warm shirt to replace that sundress that she must be wearing under his coat. She'll freeze in just that after all. Finally he turns to Rogue with a smile and offers the pile of clothes. "You can change in the bathroom if you'd like. Or if you want, you could change in here while I go talk to Wolfwood."

Getting changed in some guy's room seems to be pushing the bounds of hospitality a bit much. With her fully clothed hand, she takes he clothes and carefully layers them over her bare stretch of skin. "I'll go change in the bathroom."

She knows where it is, after all. But as she turns to go, she glances at him over her shoulder.

"Is it always like this?" She has his memories that say - yes, this happens. Every couple of months, except for that long space in between. New people come and old people go and there is nothing that no one can do to get them back--

He kind of likes it here anyway--

She closes her eyes for a second, forcing the psyche back. He's a loud one - heh, look at the coat, she shouldn't be surprised.

"It...?" Vash isn't quite sure at first what she's talking about. Perhaps she was talking about Wolfwood, but no, if she has his memories then she probably realizes how much they pick on each other now and then. Of course, the other big change in her life right now would be the place. "...you mean Luceti?"

"Yeah." She shifts a little to face him, her arms moving to cross over her chest in a defensive motion. And she's not sure what she's asking for, really. "I mean, it's not like you seemed too surprised to see me."

"I suppose I'm a little surprise that you fell on top of me. That one is new, but I'm afraid so. People come and go here. Showing up usually as a group and leaving sporadically the rest of the time." Vash takes a moment, looking around the room, as he's pretty sure your own personal journal probably followed you here. He finds it near the bed and starts to flip through it. Working on bringing up the guide.

"Everyone gets one of these. You can talk through it to everyone else here. You might want to give it a try later. Maybe you'll find someone you know." There, the guide shows up and Vash holds the journal out so Rogue can easily take it without touching him. "This is the guide to Luceti, it explains pretty much all we know so far."

"That's awful nice of them." Rogue reaches out to take 'her journal,' finding her name emblazoned on it just as he said. Bizarre. But... he said people arrived in groups? That means that maybe... maybe other people from her world would come too.

She knows she shouldn't be happy about that, but she doesn't care. She's just been awakened to how much the X-Men mean to her, how much they care about her, and she's lost and alone in a world run by scientists of the Mr. Hyde and Boliver Trask type. She'd settle for just about any familiar face, even the Blob.

"I know things don't look so good right now, but really, it's not all bad." Vash smiles, hoping that it's one of reassurance for her.

She gives him a searching look - he believes what he says. Of course he also says with total conviction that the world is made of 'Love and Peace.' Still, he's been very nice to her and right now Rogue is feeling vulnerable enough not to bite the hand that feeds her. "I guess we'll see what happens."

She turns to head towards the bathroom. "Thanks, Vash."

"You're welcome." Then he thinks of something. "Oh! Are you hungry? I could make up some breakfast. We have eggs and I think we have some pancake mix. It shouldn't take too long after you finished dressing. Do you drink coffee?" Vash isn't sure if he'd really be all that hungry after hearing news like that, but he has no idea what she had gone through before coming here. Besides, it really wouldn't be that hard.

"Oh! And if Wolfwood hasn't found them yet, I think we should have some donuts left too."

She pauses at the door to glance back at him. "I could go for some donuts."

And before either of them have a chance to wonder if that's something she really wants, Rogue slips out the door to change.

Vash chuckles, he could really go for some after this morning himself. As she slips out he'll quickly change into some lose pants and a long sleeved button up shirt before heading out to the kitchen to have a little chat with Wolfwood and get some coffee started.

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