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[jokermayor]

Des had a room in the compound to himself, and as easy as it was to be suspicious about that, he was grateful for it. He did not always sleep easily of late, no matter how tired he felt. It did not feel like home, of course, he would not expect it to behind these impersonal concrete walls but he had been in hotel rooms less pleasant before

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[un_gloved]

Rogue turned over in her sleep, one arm flinging back over her head and causing her t-shirt to ride up her stomach. That was all she habitually slept in, was an old cotton tee she'd fished out of the clothes box ages ago, and underwear.

She wasn't an exhibitionist, after all.

Something put up a red flag in her not-quite-conscious mind, sounds that were not typical, a smell that was familiar but she hadn't caught in ages. The air didn't feel like the artificially cooled tropical air of the compound.

It felt like New York. A worry mark appeared between her eyebrows before she even opened her eyes, and when she did, she gasped a little and shut them tight again. Not her room. Not her bed she was on, either, more like a fainting sofa. That kind of prop furniture made her think instinctively of the Hellfire Club and she hoped to God she wasn't going to be flashing back to any of that. She drew into herself instinctively and dug the heels of her palms against her eyelids.

"Oh, lordy," she murmured fervently, "Oh, no. C'mon, girl, get

[jokermayor]

Rogue had been a relatively constant presence in his time on the island and he recognized her instantly, even from across the room. His eyes widened slightly, and took a step towards her, still clad in a pair of box given pajamas.

"Your presence here," he told her with a hint of a smile, "might be the most unexpected part of all this. Pleasant, but unexpected."

[un_gloved]

Rogue stopped counting. She spread her fingers and peeked through them with one open, startled, green eye.

"...Des?" she said, then dropped both hands from her face and sat up, cautiously, still a little bewildered even though she knew, no, what this had to be.

"'n yours is a little more'n reassurin', let me tell you," she said. She looked around the room, took it in, glanced down at herself. She shook herself slightly, as if to rid the last of the confusion and sleep from her head and her voice, though it was still huskier than usual when she spoke again.

"Gonna go ahead 'n suppose you know where it is we are?"

[jokermayor]

Des nodded.

"This is the Funhouse," he explained, "one of Jokertown's more popular nightclubs. I own it."

"And, this is my room. I'll admit, I don't often have visitors here. Let alone ones from other dimensions."