Post-Event Reaction Log!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody
What: Post-Event Reactions
When: Today (and tomorrow too)
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Most of Luceti was back to their normal selves. Not only that, but they now remembered their trips to other worlds. So how 'bout that?
Rating: Whatever

This is for today and tomorrow, since not everyone will be fully reverted until then. Remember to tag your characters in!

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[alloys]

Look--[He should let her do what she wants.

But dammit, he can't help but worry.]

If you're going home, I'm at least walking you there.

[touchofrogue]

Kinda defeats the purpose, don't it?

[alloys]

[Deal with it. Lingering impulses or not, he's going to see her safely to her destination.]

You'll be 'out of my hair' all the same. I just don't want you to make yourself worse in the process.

[touchofrogue]

[A soft snort.

'Make herself worse.'

Ha.]

[alloys]

I mean it.

[Still watching the window.]

[touchofrogue]

[She sighed. After all, his concern was legitimate. The last time she'd lost control...]

Promise I won't go blowin' up any buildings.

[alloys]

[A ghost of a smile.]

That sort of thing is more suited to my talents, anyway.

[touchofrogue]

[Snort.]

Remind me ta correct ya when I don't have elephants playin' soccer in my head.

[alloys]

[That's quite a specific metaphor. At least she's still got the snark in her.]

...Right, then. [Pause.] If you need to sleep it off first, I'm not about to evict you, you know.

[touchofrogue]

[She makes a small noise of pain.]

Who can sleep?

[The psyches... the pain... it would just take over. She's too tired to deal with that right now.]

[alloys]

...Cup of coffee, then?

[...She might find the voice in the coffee machine vaguely familiar.]

[touchofrogue]

[She rubs her eyes for a minute and then nods.]

Coffee would be great.

[Like she ever turns down coffee.

...she dares to glance at him, fully prepared for the pain in her heart when she sees him, but not expecting it would be quite so intense.]

[alloys]

[Coffee it is then. He takes his own quick glance, just to check--she definitely doesn't look well. But she'd be okay. She would.

Trying to not let her pain get under his skin makes it worse.]

...Back in two shakes, then. You sit tight.

[touchofrogue]

I can do that.

[She wonders if his coffee still tastes like motor oil.

And then she remembers she's never really tasted 'his' coffee.]

[alloys]

[And he's off without another word. What would he even say? He's rarely one at a loss for worlds. But this is a rare exception.

And he'll stay in the kitchen while he waits for the pot to fill. It's quiet. Way too quiet in this house. How did he even stand it here before?]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue, meanwhile, is left with a bowl full of vomit at her feet.

She should really... try to do something about that.

Steady on, girl. Try to lean down and pick it up... okay, good. Now make your way to the bathroom...]

[alloys]

[...Did the coffee pot always take this long? It's an exercise is patience. Not that he wants to rush her out--no, it really wasn't that at all.

He wants the excuse to go back and see how she's doing. Going to check without a cup full of coffee would make him admit something to himself that he doesn't want to.

So...waiting. Until--ting!]

[touchofrogue]

[Unfortunately, Rogue is not where you left her. She managed to make her way to the bathroom, dump and flush the vomit down the toilet, but she kind of got stuck trying to wash her face. She's leaning over the sink with her eyes closed, trying to will the pain back.

Gawd. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was going to sleep in Tony's ridiculously opulent guest bedroom and then... it was like a whole other life.]

[alloys]

[He finds her in the bathroom, cup of coffee steaming in one hand. Should he say something? He should probably say something.]

...Coffee's done.

[It's so goddamn quiet...]

[touchofrogue]

[Dangerously bare-handed, Rogue shoves off the sink and... stops halfway reaching out, dropping her hand back down to her side, doing her best to eliminate the danger.]

Thanks. You can... set it down somewhere, I guess.

[alloys]

[No gloves. Right. He sets the mug down on the bathroom counter, before stepping back to lean against the door frame.]

How's your head?

[touchofrogue]

Hurts.

[Succinct.

Abrupt, maybe. But she reaches for her coffee.]

[alloys]

[Well, he wasn't exactly expecting a grand elocution.]

I've got Excedrin and some fun things like that, if you need them.

[touchofrogue]

Might help. Might make it worse. Hard ta say.

[She took a bracing sip of coffee, leaning back against the sink.]

[alloys]

[There's quite the elephant in the room, isn't there.]

You sure you can make it home tonight?