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Is this thing- [The feed starts to show a teenage girl staring down at the feed. Her bottom lip is between her teeth, before she lets out a little huff, sending strands of white and brown hair fluttering away from her face.] Okay. [A slight drawl to that, as a gloved hand pushes her hair back behind her ear.] I've seen and heard some crazy things, but Ah gotta admit, this? I think this takes the blue ribbon.

[Not to mention the fact that she still feels like she wants to puke her guts out.] Ah get what was said by those people that I spoke with. I'm not stupid, but... Well, I mean, it's a bit hard to accept this. That guide- [The tone of her voice really says it all about the guide. But, if what it says is true... It is a lot to take in, and a lot that really doesn't seem right or real.

Of course that leads to a lot of other questions, such as who, and why, and how.] Is it true though? Any of it? Twin planets and space travel- We ain't even gone beyond the moon yet!

[And that part she hesitates on.] Or, or is this just someone's idea of a stupid joke. [A stupid joke.] 'cause it's not funny, if it is.

But Ah guess I should say hello, 'cause I'm here for now, wherever here actually is. Name's Rogue. And, don't suppose anyone knows of Xavier's Institute...?

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Sooooo, that's a maybe?

[Don't push your luck Peter.]

Here? Not sure, really. You've shown up just as all of us are getting settled on these planets. There's a city and some farmland and a lot of trees? I think this is downtime for us, a chance to relax after a few months of shit, you know? Actually, just be glad you didn't pop in earlier.

Ask me again when you have a theatre.

[Although her expression does grow contemplative.]

Takin' it that space travel wasn't all it was cracked up to be?

You know that I'm totally going to hold you to that, right?

[The playful act drops. Peter sighs.]

Hardly. We just spent the last month or so running around a wasteland and a bunch of caves because we sort of crashed. And that it was still only the second worse crash we've had.

[She laughs.]

Guess that means you might have to start building one then, if there isn't one.

[Truthfully, over the last few years, Rogue has been pretty focused on staying alive. Not like mutants are the most welcome, even if she would never hurt anyone. Space travel isn't something that she thinks about.]

Please tell me that you only crashed twice... I mean, twice is already two times too many...

I'm fast enough I could probably get it done pretty quick. But I might have trouble finding the movies. Unless you'd settle for some comedy DVDs and hanging out in mansion rec room.

Happily, all I've heard of is twice. But at least the last time wasn't into the ocean. No worrying about drowning.

We talking metaphorically here, or is that your mutation? Speed?

[Or does he mean engineering... Is that a mutation? It does give her pause though, before mentally shrugging that thought aside.]

So as long as planets don't crash in to planets, and ships don't come crashing down here, we're all good.... ish.

Mutation. I'm pretty much the fastest guy alive. I'd show up but it doesn't really do it justice until you see it in person.

"Ish" is the word for it. We don't really know much about this place, so we can only hope it all works out here.

Can't say I've known anyone to have that one.

Some motivational thing then, like hang in there! Or live your life one day at a time...

Yeah. Well. Seems like a Maximoff kind of thing.

[He mutters. Not even the future would mean another speedster? He guesses he should consider himself lucky he ever got to meet Tommy, in that regard.]

If you're into that whole Hallmark card kind of thing. Mostly my advice is to just not think about it too much. Like the weird resurrections or people disappearing home. Just ignore it if you want to not go crazy from it.

[Her head tilts ever so.]

Or just someone else out there that I haven't met.

[Although she would pity anyone who had an ability like her own.

Her nose crinkles slightly.]

So more like roll with the punches.

You and no one else.

[He shrugs. He can't let it be big deal. At least he's not the only one with powers anymore. That's enough.]

Pretty much. Hey, at least you got people here you kind of know. That makes it easier.

[There is a slight eyeroll.]

Maybe you're all together, in some club, in like, Alaska or something.

[Which she knows is ridiculous, but who knows. Maybe they are.

She does pause, before exhaling lightly.]

True. Guess it would be harder if I didn't know anyone.

Ew. I hope not. All that cold weather and ice does not mix well with speed.

[He's learned that one through a few too many falls.]

It was. [Something else he knew from experience.] You got lucky having mutants already around.

Well, Hawaii seems too small to contain you. Jamaica? All of South America? 'course they have some weird creatures down there.

[Offering a smile.

But her gaze softens, before asking.]

Were you the first then? Here, I mean?

Hey, hey. [He's laughing.] Who you calling weird?

Um. Sort of. There was another guy, another mutant, but I didn't know about him until, like, a couple of weeks before he was gone. And there was another but he wasn't from our world.

Bugs and lizards and stuff.

[Giving him an amused expression. Even if she is a mutant, she's not too eager about certain things, like creepy crawlies crawling on her.]

... know his name? The one that was gone?

Sorry to be the one to tell you, but plenty of the aliens and such around here look just like that. They'll probably get offended if you call them weird.

Adrian, Ade. He seemed to be from the future, farther than you actually. He said he'd met Charles before, but he didn't seem to like him much. [He hesitates.] He wasn't exactly a nice guy.

'm not gonna actually call them weird. Not exactly one to talk here.

[The strip of white hair sets her out pretty easily.

Funny, though. The Professor had certainly helped Rogue out more than once, and she knew that he had done the same for others as well.]

Guess I wouldn't want to talk to him then.

I wouldn't call you weird either.

[No more than himself.]

You don't have to worry about that. He got sent back not long after I met him. But, you know, person to maybe avoid if he shows back up. The guy was a little murder-y.

[There was an eye roll at the description that he gave, and Rogue let a little huff out.]

Know a few of those... Thankfully not that many.

Murder-y types? That sucks. Kind of hoped the future would have less of those.

I'd like to say the hippie movement kept going with love an' peace, but no.

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