[ video ]

[mississippikiss]

[ When the feed switches on, it shows Rogue seated at her desk, distractedly flicking some folded paper bits across it. She seems lost in thought, and it looks like she's been chewing on her lower lip a bit more than is healthy. A nervous habit, perhaps...

She sighs and glances over to the camera. ]I hate this waitin' game... ain't my style and

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[video of questions I'm sure no one's ever asked before]

[kindly_done]

You can fly?

[video of Rogue totally not being sick to death of that question]

[mississippikiss]

Would I've offered if I didn't?

[video]

[kindly_done]

I guess not. I know a couple other people who can, are you looking for them?

[video]

[mississippikiss]

Not particularly. I like flyin', just ain't so fun alone.

[video]

[kindly_done]

Can you make other people fly?

[video]

[mississippikiss]

I can carry 'em.

[video]

[kindly_done]

Oh.

[Well, color him interested. But he doesn't say anything, feeling suddenly shy.]

[video]

[mississippikiss]

[ ...griiiin. ]

Am I to take it you'd like to go flyin' with me, Jack?

[video]

[kindly_done]

[He goes rather red.]

Well...

[Suddenly he breaks into a grin of his own.]

Yeah.

[video]

[mississippikiss]

Tenth floor, room 003. C'mon up and we'll jump out the window.

[video-->action]

[kindly_done]

[He simply flashes her a thumbs-up and heads out.

A little while later, there's a young man with his arm in a sling knocking at her door, wearing what he deems to be appropriate clothes for flying. Which is...a sweater. His choice of dress is not very imaginative.]

[action]

[mississippikiss]

[ Rogue answers the door in her usual attire -- which is to say, everything covered except her face -- and immediately fixes Jack with a somewhat deadpan look. ]

...what happened to your arm, sug'?

[action]

[kindly_done]

[He glances at it, shrugs.]

I was attacked. My hand got broken. Later, I got attacked again, and that arm got burned. Is it going to be a problem?

[action]

[mississippikiss]

Ain't good at stayin' outta' trouble, are ya'?

[ Rogue shook her head a little, stepping back to gesture him into her humble abode. It was a fairly simple room, with mostly forest green and gold decor. She had a thing for the color green, it seemed. ]

Won't be a problem, per se. I'll just have to be a little more careful with ya'.

[action]

[kindly_done]

I guess not. [A little twitch of the fingers on his left hand.] I should do something about that.

[He steps in, looks around, smiles.]

It's nice in here.

[action]

[mississippikiss]

Thanks, sug'. Ain't fancy, but it suits me fine.

[ The outside window was quite large, and the sill just a bit wider than normal windows. It had been formed for the express purpose of ease of access, right down to the hinged panes and center latch.

She beckoned him over to said window, tugging both panes open and stepping out onto the sill. ]

C'mon, then. Gotta' find a way to carry you that won't hurt ya' more.