WE BE LEAVING; PACK UR SHITZ [no really]

[icecoldwit]

To say that everything had been a severe headache for the last several weeks would be the understatement of the year. Emma hadn't felt this uncomfortable since she'd been teaching five telepaths how to control themselves. This was just getting ridiculous. Japan had worn off, in Emma's opinion, and Emma's opinion was currently the only opinion that

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[time_schizo]

Mark was lost in his mind, as far away from everything that was going on around him as he could get. He might as well have been on Neptune inasmuch as he was mentally there. But in between the whispers in his mind, a loud voice broke through, one clearly used to being obeyed. "You'll need to be back in camp by Friday. We're leaving at 8am." Camp? Friday? His mind began to slowly decipher the words as if they were in a foreign language. Before he could finish processing, more was thrust into his mind. "He's worried about you. Come back soon." He? Without effort, a face came to mind, one that Martini knew well, even without being able to remember his name. He had to find him, the one his memories kept even when everything else was gone

[marauding_miss]

Having already read the notices, and shoved what she didn't need over the next few days into her duffel, Rogue questioned going to see Ric; since she was more than aware of his inadequacy when it came to packing. She might be mothering him, but really, if she didn't who would?

Crossing the camp, Rogue halted mid way there and frowned, "Martini?" The boy looked like he'd had several rounds with freight train. And lost each one. "Darlin' what're y' doin' all the way over here? An' where the heck is y'r shoe?"

Rogue was careful about approaching; her own powers -although she was wrapped up, and any potential skittishness on his part might add up to an infirmary trip for them both. "Y' okay there, sugah?"

[time_schizo]

Martini looked up, the confusion that rested in his eyes stamped clear into the rest of his features. He stopped walking, the muscles in his legs tensing up as he debated running again. He'd "come back", but still, he wasn't sure why he had done so. Martini only knew he had to find the one who he remembered, the Mexican with the brown eyes that was haunting his mind.

His head cocked to the side as he tried to understand the words coming out of Rogue's mouth. Martini took a step back, shaking his head as the voices inside his head grew louder. They were all telling him different things at once. His own voice seemed so small against such a flood.

[marauding_miss]

At first, Rogue wasn't sure if Martini even heard her. She'd seen the far off look in his eyes before -she'd partially lived a little with it, but never to this extent. It was like he hadn't come back to himself yet, like he was still wandering off in some future, or past or whatever. "Martini, sugah?" She moved closer to him, movements careful and measured, nothing sudden.

She half felt like she was soothing a feral cat.

"Darlin' d'you need t' see Dr Chandler? Are y' hurt?"

[time_schizo]

Skittish as he was, Martini wasn't picking up a vibe like Rogue wanted to hurt him. It was the only thing that kept him in place as she moved closer. She was expecting an answer, and Mark wanted to give her one. But his schizophrenia made communication difficult.

".....No?" He answered with uncertainty. He thought that might be the answer he was supposed to give, but he wasn't sure.

[marauding_miss]

It was probably that visiting Hope would be just as well either way. Rogue didn't see any injuries but it was highly possible that there were some and Martini just hadn't realised yet.

It was hard to decide what to do. Take care of Martini, or steer him somewhere that he could do it for himself. Rogue wasn't exactly great at taking care of people in the strictest sense -her own powers and her strength served as constant points of worry for her. And Martini might not even have anything physically wrong with him.

"Honey, d'ya wanna go see Hope anyway?" There was a plus in taking him towards the medics area. "Ah'm sure Ric'll be happy t' see ya either way?" If in doubt, take him to the boyfriend.

[time_schizo]

Ric. A flicker of recognition appeared in Martini's eyes. Somewhere deep inside his mind, a lightbulb was going off. He knew that name. Ric....Ric! That was his boyfriend! That was the reason he'd left camp. One piece of the puzzle slid into place. It didn't instantly make his mind whole, but it was a start. Instead of passively accepting his insanity, his mind was once again fighting against it.

Mark looked at Rogue, trying very hard to remember who she was. He figured now was also the point where he was supposed to answer the question. "No. He's mad at me."

[marauding_miss]

That caused a frown. "What? Why? What's goin' on with you boys?" Rogue wasn't a meddler. She didn't like getting involved with other peoples problems and she didn't like getting in the middle of lovers spats. Long enough with Raven told her not to do so.

But Ric and Mark were a little like family and they had their tendencies to blow things out of proportion -Rogue loved them dearly but they were total drama queens.

"Y'all get int' an argument?"

[time_schizo]

Martini's mind was slowly beginning to repair itself. He trusted Rogue, but couldn't remember her name. His strongest association with her was gloves, but he didn't know why those were important. The toes of his bare foot scuffed the dirt as Martini answered her questions, his words a little stilted.

"He yelled. Said it was my fault." He looked around at the ruined camp, the rubble where former buildings had once stood. Mark was feeling about as unhappy and guilty as he could. "Didn't see it coming. So I left."

[marauding_miss]

"He did what?" Rogue liked to think she was patient, that she had her temper under control and little things didn't make her mad. Julio Richter seemed to send all of that out the window more often than not. "That stupid little," her accent got thicker with the frustration towards Ric.

"Darlin' y' ain't got nothin' t' feel bad 'bout. That idiot placin' the blame on ya like y'r some kinda psychic." Rogue's understanding of Martini's powers was just as sketchy as most other peoples, she had a little better grasp thanks to having them for a short while, but she didn't fully comprehend them. And she would place money on Ric having even less of an understanding.

"Honey, how 'bout we just get you inside and cleaned up and let that boy stew in his own juices for now?" There was getting involved and then there was getting involved. If Ric was going to be an idiot, Rogue would just help out Martini as best she could while Ric chewed himself up.

[time_schizo]

Martini nodded as Rogue's words washed over him. At any other time, they would have made him instantly feel a little bit better. But he still clung onto the belief that if he only had better control of his visions, Martini could have prevented everything that had happened.

"Okay. I'm hungry," and with a sniff towards his jacket, he added, "and I smell like a goat." Mark looked down, noting with some surprise one of his feet was bare. "Do you, uh, know where my other shoe?"

[marauding_miss]

Rogue took a look at his foot, shaking her head with a small frown, "Ah'm sorry, darlin' but Ah don't even know where y've been." His shoe could've been anywhere, it could be nowhere. "Why don't y' head on in and get y'rself cleaned up an' Ah'll scoot by the mess and get y' some food?"

She wasn't sure if he would need some time to pull himself back together on his own, or if someone being around would help that. Either way he needed to clean up and Rogue definitely wasn't the person to assist with that -the only other person that Rogue would suggest was Rictor and apparently Ric was being a colossal ass and didn't deserve the head up to get involved right then.

"Then we can hunt for y'r shoe."

[time_schizo]

Martini looked down at himself, trying to remember where he had been and what he had been up to. His fingers traced over the dried blood splattered on his clothes. Something came to him in a flash ...sprinting down the alley, but it was blocked off by rubble, oh damn, they were going to hurt him, kill him, that's what they did with mutants, no, no, no, he couldn't let that happen. He was a god, they were insects, he was going to make them hurt... Martini came back to the present with a snap, looking at Rogue with fear in his eyes. "I don't think I wanna know where I was anymore."

He wasn't sure if that had made him feel more or less stable in the present, but Mark was certain of one thing. If he didn't get a shower and food soon, he was going to drop dead of hunger. "Okay. You deal with food, I deal with getting me back into presentable shape."