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[canttouch]

Rogue has wandered into 202. She's rummaging through the boxes of food and pulls out a can of mandarian oranges then promptly plops down in a chair and starts flipping through a magazine with a fair amount of interest.

She'd welcome some company if anyone were so inclined to come visit.

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[xenacomplex]

A small bald girl vaults over the back of a chair.

She found a frilly skirt and tights in one of the rooms. They fit. This makes her happy.

The "Hi!" she directs at Rogue is very nearly too darn perky for anybody's good. "I'm Irene. How're you doing?"

[canttouch]

Wow...that perky. Almost enough to scare Rogue, almost.

She's still wearing the black leather X-men outfit she arrived in. She closes the magazine and lays it to the side. "Hey...I'm Rogue. I'm doing alright," she says with a deep southern accent and a shrug.

She's a little shy and quiet but she'll warm up fast enough.

[xenacomplex]

If possible, Irene's grin gets even bigger at the accent.

"Where are you from?"

Her accent is tricky to place. There's a hint of Spanish and something archaic and African. It's predominantly American.

[canttouch]

"Uhm...Mississipi originally. Little town not worth mentionin'. Live in North Salem, New York now though," Rogue answers. She likes Irene's smile. It lights up her whole face. "You?"

[mushroomdaddy]

"Like, woah!"

The Hippy flashes her a peace sign.

"Love the hair, totally wicked."

[canttouch]

Rogue glances up at the white streaks in her hair then tucks them a bit self consciously behind her ears. "Thanks," she says in a quiet voice. "I'm Rogue," she introduces herself.

[mushroomdaddy]

He sketches a bow, almost tripping over his own feet.

"Like, they call me Mushroom Daddy, y'know?"

[canttouch]

Rogue smiles. How could you not at the hippy.

"Nice to meet you."

[princesspwrfl]

Molly all but stalks into 202, grumbling. It's one of those "woke up on the wrong side of the bed" days over in 204, and she and Meng have been at odds the whole morning.

All that stops when Molly sees the woman on the couch, and spies the white streak in her hair.

And nearly squeals.

"No...way!"

[canttouch]

Rogue looks up, her eyebrows arching toward her hairline. "Pardon me?" she asks.

[princesspwrfl]

Pardon Molly as she goes into near-fangirl mode.

"You're Rogue, aren't you?" she asks, doing her best not to jump up and down with excitement.

[canttouch]

"I...uhm...yeah," Rogue answers. She's torn really. Normally this would send up warning flags. Normally she'd peel off one of her elbow length gloves and prepare for an attack. This really doesn't seem much like normal though. The girl seems...excited rather than threatening. "And who are you, Sugar?"