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]

[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.]

[alloys]

[Lies. All of it. Fake. The fact is slamming against his memory. But that isn't what she needs right now. He doesn't, either.

So he'll just wait, leaning against the wall there. If she needs something, she'll ask. He hopes. At least.]

[touchofrogue]

[...]

Then I'll just... head back in.

[...I guess?]

[alloys]

Right.

[Yeah. That's probably best for now. So he can...sort his thoughts. Or some shit. Hell if he knows what he's going to do now.]

I'll just be--[He gestures around.] Up. If you need something.

[touchofrogue]

...okay.

[What else was there to say, really?]

[alloys]

[Not much.]

--Yeah. Okay.

[And he'll step back towards the living room, then. His mind is still swimming, and he can't make out his own feelings in the mess of the sea inside him.]

[touchofrogue]

[She carefully makes her way around him - but it's habit more than actual awareness of her bare skin. Her mind is occupied, her heart is full.

She pauses at the door frame without looking back.]

Tony?

[alloys]

[He stops, only half-turned towards her.]

...Yeah?

[touchofrogue]

...thanks.

[And she moves to enter the room before he can respond.]