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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[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?

[touchofrogue]

[She scowled up at him over the rim of her coffee cup.]

I'll do what I have to.

[So you don't need to worry about her sticking around.]

[alloys]

...You don't have to do anything, you know.

[Just. Saying.]

[touchofrogue]

[The scowl on her face doesn't so much crack as it shifts to the side.]

...pretty sure I do.

[Not sure how you can even stand to look at me right now.]

[alloys]

You're not blaming yourself, I hope.

[As if any of this was her--or his--fault.]

[touchofrogue]

No. I know who's at fault here. It ain't me or you.

[But she closes her eyes to keep in an extremely rare surge of tears.

Goddammit]

[alloys]

[And there's that urge again to say something--comforting?--but he can't. That isn't who he is.

...Dammit. This would be easier if things had been awful. But that was just it. They hadn't been.]

Look...

[But he doesn't know what to say.]

[touchofrogue]

[She does look, and she'd like to be able to say something to smooth it over, or to hide the fact that her eyes are actually watery with tears, but... instead she just waits.

Because. It had been good.]

[alloys]

[He's never been good at this sort of thing. Ever. There was a reason he distanced himself from people emotionally--he's doesn't do this.

That look isn't helping.]

...We'll be alright.

[He'd said similar things in memories that were not real.]

[touchofrogue]

[...heh.

She ducks her head back down and takes a deep breath before taking another sip of coffee.]

Yeah.

[alloys]

[And then...he's silent. As the grave. He didn't want to bring anything--specific--up. Not now. This wasn't the time.

But hell if that didn't make anything difficult to say.]

[touchofrogue]

[...so Rogue meets him halfway.]

...if it ain't gonna drive you out of your own house, then I'll claim [my] that room tonight.

[She reaches up one hand to lightly tap her pounding head with two bare fingers, the outside pain a welcome focus.]

Got some loud ones in here she didn't have to deal with.

[...it was odd, because now? She had the confidence that he knew every bit as much about how her powers worked as she did.

Ha, even in another world, her powers hadn't changed.

Wasn't that just her life.

...odd too, was how she had just brought that up - her powers, her alternate... she was pushing for a reaction.]

[alloys]

[He nods. eyes narrowing slightly in concern.]

That's not going to be a problem, is it?

[He hadn't been able to do anything to help her then. He was even more hopeless now.]

[touchofrogue]

[Un.Expected.

No revulsion? Or attachment to her bringing up - the other? No anger or sarcasm?]

Think I'm through the worst of it.

[The rest of it is just... normal.]

[alloys]

[He might have, a week ago. Been upset of having to talk about anything personal.

But things were different now.]

Good. Good. That's--good.

[touchofrogue]

[...the awkwardness stretches, thickens.

She takes another sip of her coffee. She should... head back to her - the! room. But she doesn't want to move just yet. There's a certain comfort, a certain pain about being near him.

He's not... who he was to her, but she's finding that some of the feelings - feelings of safety, in particular, of acceptance - are remaining. And it's soothing and addictive and she doesn't want to leave it, even if it's a lie.]