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Second floor common room

Rogue wanders into the second floor common room, carrying a notebook, a pen, a copy of the Weekly Tentacle, and a large cup of iced tea. She starts scribbling notes in the margin of the paper, obviously attempting to get the extra credit Prof. Jerusalem promised to anyone who got an article in the paper. "Mindraped? If that was mindrape, what do you call what happens to me every time I fucking touch someone?" she mutters angrily. "Stupid newspaper doesn't know what the hell it's talking about. Since he or she is so oblivious to what's happening, this shouldn't be too hard."

While she is busy, it's obvious that Rogue wouldn't mind some company ~~or a distraction~~. Otherwise, she could have studied just fine in her own room.

[[OOC: I'll be leaving for appx an hour at 6 CDT, but will be back after that.]]

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::smiles::

See, everybody I know already has a date, or has someone in mind. The only available guy I know might be going with his pyramid ball... Well, there's Sparky... but no. Definitely not Sparky.

We've already danced together, you know, so I suppose I can save you one ::blushes and smiles::

That is, unless you think Sheldon would be bothered by that.

"Not Sparky? From what I hear you're pretty close. Nothin' wrong with takin' a friend." She smiles, and blushes a little too. "I'll definitely save you one. And I have a sneaking suspicion Shel won't care."

[[OOC: Sorry for AFK, my computer sucks and hates me. I need a new one v. v. badly.]]

Well yeah, if it came down to just as friends, I'd totally be okay going with Sparky. ::smiles::

::fiddles with her posterboard for a second::

So... I was wondering...

...I, ummm. I heard something about you...

Rogue looks concerned. "Whatever you've heard, you can ask me. I mean, this place is a gossip house, so it's likely untrue, but, who knows. We all have secrets."

She looks at Cally, wondering what she heard--and who she heard it from.

It was just some rumor I heard, about... something happening when you touch other people... ::blushing, and very, very awkward::

Rogue looks at her, her face very serious. "That's true. It's not somethin' I like to advertise, for obvious reasons, but people who need to know, know." She pauses, thinking of the best way to explain it. "I absorb people--their personalities, their memories, and if they have any special powers, I get those too."

She sighs. "For the most part, it's temporary, and there aren't many ill effects for the other person, and none that last past a couple of days. But depending on how long the contact was, I keep the memories and personalities. It kinda messes with you when there's a bunch of other people runnin' around up here." She taps her head.

She grins, trying to lessen the tension. "I think the gloves are sexy, don't you?"

::smiles, but a little pensive, trying to absorb all of that she's been told::

Absolutely. Very sexy. I definitely wouldn't be able to pull off gloves... then again... ::looks down at her entirely black outfit::

...I don't seem to pull off color, usually. ::smiles::

Rogue smiles, a little relieved that Cally didn't go running off. Most people around here seemed to be okay with the mutant thing, but the fear was always going to be there. "You should try color. I think you'd look nice in blue."

~~Orange jumpsuits!~~

Any particular shade? I don't even know how many different blues there are... but you're definitely not getting me into anything lighter than navy, okay? ::smiles::

"Well, navy's a start. Then maybe we can work our way from maroon to red, too." She smiles, "We should go looking for homecoming dresses together! I think there are some very pretty ones in one of the new shops in town."

It's a date. Afterwards, we can get that coffee we said we would, too. ::smiles, and slings her left arm around Rogue's shoulder... but carefully enough to make sure she doesn't touch skin, just in case::

::then, she holds up her right pinky::

Pinky-Swear?

Rogue smiles, happy for the contact and the familiarity. She holds up her pinky, and wraps it around Cally's. "Pinky-swear." She giggles. "Gosh, I haven't done this since grade school!"

::smiles:: It's not that childish, is it? I like it... it's so much more personal and fun than a handshake, you know?

Gosh... we've talked boys, dresses, and dances... We just need to go find some ice cream and braid each other's hair to get through the whole list of cliches, now. ::giggles::

"Definitely more fun than a handshake!"

Rogue giggles too. "And watch bad romantic comedies starring Hugh Grant! Then it would really be complete!"

[[OOC: I should head to bed soon. Stupid sleep...]]

::giggles too, and then stops, confused::

Wait... who's Hugh Grant?

[ooc: Me too, actually. Stupid Sleep...]

"He's cute, British, and in a lot of bad girly movies. I'll show you." Rogue smiles, then stifles a yawn. "Well I should get to bed. Since I'm clearly not doing my homework, I have no excuse to stay up late." She starts shuffling her papers together, trying to get them in some semblance of order.

I'll definitely have to see that, then. ::smile::

::does her best to try and help Rogue organize her papers ~~and maybe hold hands~~::

Yeah, no reason to stay up late here, either, I guess.

Smiling, Rogue says, "I'd offer to start with the Hugh-love tonight, but I'm afraid I'd just fall asleep. And your first viewing of Hugh deserves your full attention!"

She looks at Cally. "Thanks for the help. You're definitely just as nice ~~and cute~~ when we're both sober."

::still smiling as well::

You're just as sweet ~~and cute~~ too. ::big hug::

Sweet dreams, okay?

[ooc: and I go pass out now...]

"You too." Rogue carries her stuff up the several flights of stairs to the attic, and proceeds to pass out.

[[OOC: Night!]]

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