WHO: Rogue (Closed; Narrative) WHAT: Her arrival in L.A. WHEN: Mid-afternoon WHERE: Random street RATING: Kid-friendly STATUS: Complete
She and Bobby were fighting. Again. It seemed like that was all they'd done recently. Since she'd gone off to get the cure and had opted against it, in fact. Granted they were under a great deal of stress right now - everyone at the mansion was - but still. Some part of Rogue had to wonder if, despite his objections to the contrary, he really had wanted her to take that cure.
It would make sense, she supposed. With the cure, they would be able to touch. Kiss. Do… other things that couples were able to do. The fact that they couldn't when both wanted to was quite a strain. Then when you added in the additional stress that came with being a mutant, as well as the constant threats that the X-Men were dealing with, it was really no wonder that they were having issues at the moment.
But that didn't make it any easier to handle. A fact which she made perfectly clear when she snapped at him to leave her alone and left their room without so much as a backwards glance.
"Rogue, come back! I didn't mean it like that. I-" The slamming of the bedroom door stopped his explanation and she kept right on walking, not about to give him enough time to catch up. Down the corridor, out the front door, and down the steps leading to the lawn.
Steps, she realized a second later as her knee buckled and she very nearly fell face-first into the pavement, that were no longer there. Neither, she realized a second after that, was the lawn. A quick glance behind her confirmed that the mansion, also, was missing.
"What the…" Her mutter trailed off as she reached for her cell phone. A quick phone number later and she waited for Bobby to pick up. However an automated message instead offered the rather unhelpful 'the number you have dialed is not in service' and she snapped her phone shut with a low growl of frustration. She tried another number, then another, and after about five minutes (and an entire depleted address book) of options later, she realized that Something Very Wrong was going on.
"Okay. Think. There has to be an explanation for this… right?"
Glancing around, arms wrapping around her mid-section as though to keep her unease trapped inside of her, she finally spotted a sign a short distance down the street. INTERNET CAFÉ, it read, CHEAPEST RATES IN TOWN!
Well, if her phone didn't work, sending an email would. And with that thought in mind, the young woman made her way in the direction of the sign in the hopes of finding some answers.