Who: Rogue and Lorne What: Friends catching up When: A little before noon Where: Prison kitchen Warnings: I don't think so
The cure had finally been found and was Rogue was utterly relieved. It meant Lorna would be getting better and hopefully coming back to the prison. It meant that she didn’t have to worry about any of her other friends getting sick, especially Logan, and that things might finally start getting back to normal, well what qualified for normal around here. It also meant, as selfish as it seemed, that Rogue might finally feel better. With the rage virus spreading and causing all kinds of mayhem thanks to its influence on the people it had infected, it didn’t seem like she’d had any right to voice what was going on with her. What were dreams of memories of people that she’d touched at some point in her life compared to people that were actually sick? They were nothing. Just an inconvenience she had faced after each touch, though not anywhere near as long as this, and she forced herself to deal with it. She thought it was all due to stress anyway so now that the cure had been found she should go back to normal as well. It’s what she believed and she refused to think otherwise.
The cure also meant that the tension that had been lingering around the prison was finally starting to lift. They had no reason to tiptoe around each other now after they had all taken their shots, it was freaking great. Despite the restless nights, it put Rogue in a pretty good mood and she had a small bounce in her step as she walked over to the cafeteria. She had just completed a sentry shift and could go for a small snack before she ate lunch a bit later. Maybe she’d visit Roman after, she’d heard Peter had gotten the virus and her friend must be relieved and anxiously waiting for Peter to be cured. If he welcomed her company, she wouldn’t mind providing a small distraction for him in the meantime.
She smiled at the people she passed by in the halls and her smile grew when she got genuine smiles in return. As she walked, she didn’t notice her gloved hand digging into her pocket for the metal lighter Connor had let her keep a few days ago. Sometimes she found herself playing with it but those occasions were short lived and not all that frequent. She didn’t give it much thought and even managed to forget those instances after she put the lighter aside. Now, she flipped the lid open and shut with one hand, a practiced movement that was fluid and spoke of years of practice.
“Hey, Lorne,” Rogue greeted as soon as she stepped into the kitchen and caught sight of familiar green skin. Her face softened with a smile. They had met on the road before either one of them had come across Everett and she’d been happy to see he had made it to the prison safe and sound. For someone that was a demon, something supposedly evil, he was a complete sweetie. “Mind if I stick around for a bit?” She hadn’t talked to him in a while and she’d just finished sentry duty so she didn’t have anything pressing waiting for her.