[ He's disappointed that she doesn't recognize the toast. It breaks her heart a little, and she sure as hell understands what it's like to be on your own here.]
Inners? I don't really understand what you mean, but where I'm from, we just say cheers. [ There's an apology in her voice, and she hopes he hears it. She wishes she could give him that piece of home to hold on to. ]
Yeah... [ it's not an answer but an acknowledgment. he snorts softly and goes for another drink. joe is great at unfiltered honesty tbh. ] Sometimes it's a little too nostalgic.
Well, sugar, here's hoping there's something here that's new and exciting for you.
[ She raises her glass slightly and then tilts it back, downing her glass in one go. It gets her a small cough but doesn't stop her from setting her glass back down on the bar for another round. ]
[ he sounds bemused. he almost wishes they could do that again, it was the most fun he's had yet. he tosses the rest of his drink back even knowing full well he shouldn't. the next words are a bit sluggish as a result. ]
Ceres barely has gravity in the center, away from the rings, sasa ke. It's set up a lot like this place, just bigger and meaner. It was fun watching you Earthers lose your mind over it though. [ he points at her with a soft smile, giving himself a rest before he refills the glass. ]
[ She can make out the gesture enough to recognize it for what it is, and the alcohol has settled in enough to pull back her filter about the Accident. Sorry, Miller. ]
I didn't have the chance to 'lose my mind' about it. Too busy dying and coming back to life blind.
[ Is she a little bitter about it? Maybe. Just a teensy bit. ]
I sure as hell hope not. [ It's a flat statement with just the slightest hint of alarm. The idea of anyone having a harder time in life than she has is distressing. ]
I wouldn't wish a life like mine on anyone. And I'm not saying that to get a pity party - crappy situations always tend to get worse when wars come around.
[ he holds back an eye roll and leans over in his stool to better catch her eye, elbow propped against the bar and fingers laced together across his stomach. ]
Okay, what the fuck, I'll bite. What's so goddamn special about you?
I wouldn't say anything's "special" about me, I just got the unlucky genetic draw. I'm a mutant with a power the government wanted to use against other mutants in a war to wipe out our species.
[ She's not getting into the other stuff, the long laundry list of things in her life that have gone wrong or turned out badly for her. It really will be a pity part if she starts talking about foster care, being abandoned by her time, and everything in between. She might be feeling a bit chatty with her new acquaintance, but she's not that chatty. ]
Mutants. [ he doesn't understand, but he can take a stab in the dark based on that post of magneto's. ] Sounds like you got a shit deal. But so do most people.
[ it gets a humorless little huff ] They're probably almost through doing just that in my system too. [ u wanna talk about genocide?? pull up a chair ]
[ The humor has all gone out of her now, memories of the war too fresh and far too close to the surface for her. ]
Why are humans so stupid? [ It's a purely rhetorical question born of the sad reality of their lives- though if he has any genuine insight, she'd love to hear it ] How is it so goddamned hard to just treat people decently and let them live their lives?
[ She gives a little lift of her glass toward him in acknowledge before taking a sip. Smaller this time, because she really should be able to walk back to her room at some point. ]
Tell me something about yourself, Miller. Something that defines who you are as a person, whoever that may be.
[ but then he's letting out a wobbly sigh anyway in preparation for what's apparently become sharing time. he picks his hat up off the bar and puts it on his head, leaving the gun sitting there. ]
I used to be a cop, on Ceres. I thought that's all there was. Take a bribe, go to work, arrest some scumbags, drink a bottle of scotch and pass out on my couch. I thought that was living.
[ A shrink, ha. Though she does have quite a bit of experience in getting inside people's heads. Well, kind of the other way around, actually, but the end result is still the same. She knows way too much about how most people work - it's why she so enjoys meeting people who don't follow the usual formulas.
She gives a little shrug, taking only brief notice of the gun and instead appreciating the hat. ]
The fact that you were a cop says you at one point wanted to do something. Keep people safe, stop corruption, take care of crime on the streets - there was something. Police don't have an easy time of it, even if they're the taking bribes sort. Which that tells me that it was normal for people on Ceres to do things like that, but you did still arrest people, so you've got some sort of moral code you live by.
It doesn't sound like a terrible way to live.
[ She can certainly think of worse ways. Pointing toward the hat, she adds: ] It looks good on you.
[ Was. Past tense. She'd bet that things took a turn for the worse in his life when that past tense started. ]
I'm sorry this place is using those memories against you, but I'm glad you have it again. And personally, I think it's a great hat. Fedoras are classic. People like Frank Sinatra and Indiana Jones always wore fedoras.
[ Nevermind that he probably doesn't know who those people are. ]
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Inners? I don't really understand what you mean, but where I'm from, we just say cheers. [ There's an apology in her voice, and she hopes he hears it. She wishes she could give him that piece of home to hold on to. ]
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Inner planets. You're an Earther, right?
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Yeah. It was early 21st century when I was taken, before anyone had left the planet.
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I'm from Ceres. It's a space station not too different from this.
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[ Hope you like unfiltered honesty, friend. ]
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Well, sugar, here's hoping there's something here that's new and exciting for you.
[ She raises her glass slightly and then tilts it back, downing her glass in one go. It gets her a small cough but doesn't stop her from setting her glass back down on the bar for another round. ]
My name's Rogue, by the way.
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[ just full disclosure and all that ]
Don't worry, Rogue, this place has offered up plenty of excitement already.
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Don't I know it. [ Her drawl thickens at the sentiment. ] Did you have any problems when we lost gravity?
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[ he sounds bemused. he almost wishes they could do that again, it was the most fun he's had yet. he tosses the rest of his drink back even knowing full well he shouldn't. the next words are a bit sluggish as a result. ]
Ceres barely has gravity in the center, away from the rings, sasa ke. It's set up a lot like this place, just bigger and meaner. It was fun watching you Earthers lose your mind over it though. [ he points at her with a soft smile, giving himself a rest before he refills the glass. ]
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I didn't have the chance to 'lose my mind' about it. Too busy dying and coming back to life blind.
[ Is she a little bitter about it? Maybe. Just a teensy bit. ]
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I wouldn't wish a life like mine on anyone. And I'm not saying that to get a pity party - crappy situations always tend to get worse when wars come around.
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Okay, what the fuck, I'll bite. What's so goddamn special about you?
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[ She's not getting into the other stuff, the long laundry list of things in her life that have gone wrong or turned out badly for her. It really will be a pity part if she starts talking about foster care, being abandoned by her time, and everything in between. She might be feeling a bit chatty with her new acquaintance, but she's not that chatty. ]
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[ And the entire planet, for that matter. She can still smell the smoke from cities burning to ash. ]
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Why are humans so stupid? [ It's a purely rhetorical question born of the sad reality of their lives- though if he has any genuine insight, she'd love to hear it ] How is it so goddamned hard to just treat people decently and let them live their lives?
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[ She gives a little lift of her glass toward him in acknowledge before taking a sip. Smaller this time, because she really should be able to walk back to her room at some point. ]
Tell me something about yourself, Miller. Something that defines who you are as a person, whoever that may be.
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[ but then he's letting out a wobbly sigh anyway in preparation for what's apparently become sharing time. he picks his hat up off the bar and puts it on his head, leaving the gun sitting there. ]
I used to be a cop, on Ceres. I thought that's all there was. Take a bribe, go to work, arrest some scumbags, drink a bottle of scotch and pass out on my couch. I thought that was living.
[ no wonder everyone thought he was suicidal. ]
That enough of a downer for you?
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She gives a little shrug, taking only brief notice of the gun and instead appreciating the hat. ]
The fact that you were a cop says you at one point wanted to do something. Keep people safe, stop corruption, take care of crime on the streets - there was something. Police don't have an easy time of it, even if they're the taking bribes sort. Which that tells me that it was normal for people on Ceres to do things like that, but you did still arrest people, so you've got some sort of moral code you live by.
It doesn't sound like a terrible way to live.
[ She can certainly think of worse ways. Pointing toward the hat, she adds: ] It looks good on you.
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[ miller takes it off his head and dusts it off though there's nothing on it, looking it over. ]
It's a stupid hat, but he loved it. Just showed up here one day, like I'd left it on the bar.
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I'm sorry this place is using those memories against you, but I'm glad you have it again. And personally, I think it's a great hat. Fedoras are classic. People like Frank Sinatra and Indiana Jones always wore fedoras.
[ Nevermind that he probably doesn't know who those people are. ]
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