3802/Log 3802

Log 3802
Date of Scene:	04 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Thor

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Rogue has posed:
Rogue's bedroom door was open and inside the room, there was loud music coming from the laptop and speakers that were plugged into it. With the money she was getting from this Avengers gig, Rogue'd gone out and bought herself a new computer and some sound system to hook into it.

So now, she was laying a bunch of clothing out on the bed that she'd also purchased and she was sorting through it all. Holding one of the sweaters up to her neck so she could look at herself in the mirror with it in front of her.

A nod of approval and she turned around to set it down on the bed again while her right ungloved hand went up to brush her hair back behind an ear.

Rogue was just humming along to the sic beats piping out of her laptop's speakers now.

Thor has posed:
    The god of thunder trudges into the halls of the Avenger's mansion and with his arms swinging at his side, and the sizeable black marks on his back and the cape he wears shorn into tatters and rags, Odinson looks rather annoyed at the way the day has gone.

    The large imposing figure stop mid stride at turns his head towards the sound of Rogue's music with a series of blinks. "What is that though art listening to?" The filthy, giant of a man inquires.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue stopped folding her clothing on the edge of her bed when she heard the voice over her music and she looked over to him. At first, she thought it was Baldur... but a few seconds later she realized it definitely wasn't... it was the OTHER one, the one Baldur had been looking for.

Rogue smiled at the big handsome guy and she glanced over at her laptop and then went over to dial the music down. "Its a local band... got their CD the other night when I went out t'celebrate my birthday." She tells the Asgardian, moving toward him then, she picks up a tshirt off her bed and then puts it over her right hand and extend it to him.

"I'm Rogue." She tells him, smiling, her eyes glancing down to the hand under the shirt. "I'm a mutant'n I can't touch people, it sucks the life outta them... whole bit annoyin' thing." She offered the tshirt-covered hand for a shake anyway though.

Thor has posed:
    Thor turns himself so he's square with Rogue's doorway and she could see the cogs turning in his head as he tries to process CD and stuff when he gets the news of her birthday. "Happy emergence day!" The Asgardian booms loud enough to shake the very walls, much less the glass of the room and he steps forward to shake Rogue's hand, grasping not her hand, but at her wrist in a full Asgardian hand shake.

    "Well met Rogue, though you do seem awfully familiar... Owendottir? Correct?" Thor's voice and presense are both larger than life, and even having been in a tussle earlier today, with his torn armor and cape, he seems, chipper and ready for a fight or more. "I am curious about the T-Shirt. Is this some Midgardian way of greeting your elders?"

Rogue has posed:
At least the tshirt covered her wrist too!

Rogue smiled at his words and gently nodded her head once to him. "Thanks..." She said at that weird way that Asgardians tended to warp how people phrased things here on Earth. She liked it, it was silly... Baldur did the same stuff.

"Thats right." Rogue says to him when he gets her name right. "Guess ya talked to your brother about me?" She asked with a grin.

When she pulls her hand back with the tshirt she looks down at it and then shakes her head. "Nope. My skin... it absorbs those who touch it, takes their mind, their soul, their mutation or powers. Sucks it up like a vacuum cleaner." The teenager smirked at the older man then (WAY older).

"So I'm destined t'be always wrapped up in body condoms!" Hah... jokes, jokes are great.

Thor has posed:
    "Vacuum?" Thor asks quizzically as he squints at the small woman before him and lifting a hand up and his index finger extended he leans in closer towards Rogue's face and without hesitation he pokes at the mutant's cheek. "I am much stronger than any cleaning tool or any tool." The blonde god clarifies as he's curious about being sucked into a girl's skin if it's true.

    "Who better to try any test of will or prowess than the all might Thor?" The god asks boastfully before finally poking testfully.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue folded the tshirt up and held it on her forearms as she crossed them over her stomach. She's wearing a black tanktop and blue jeans with no socks on her bare feet... the Mansion was kept nice and comfortably temperatured so she wasn't all bundled up for winter while inside.

"Right, uh..." She gave the big guy a grin. "No offense'n all... But I'd rather not. I had a bracelet that protected me from the power, but it won't hold a charge anymore and I haven't had a chance t'go find its creator to get him to do repairs on it."

Rogue nodded her head once then. "I've had a rough few months, so I just don't really wanna absorb all the history thats likely bouncin' around in that beautiful head'a yours, Miste'ah." The southern belle said at him, giving him a grin.

"Maybe another time, if ya get me liquored up good'n ready." She teased before she turned around and moved back further into her room toward al the bags of crap she'd bought today.

Thor has posed:
    Inches from the woman's face, Thor heads her words and wishes, and curling his finger down to join the rest of his fist, the man leans back and remains standing in the doorway. "You are a peculiar lass Rogue Owendottir." The man says with a curt nod and a flash of his nearly perfect teeth.

    "I recommend you not challenge me to a drinking contest then, none on Midgard have been able to keep up with me even on my worst of days." The god reports calmly, no hint of brag, but pure truth pours from between his lips.

    "Would thou liketh to punch something?"

Rogue has posed:
"Yeah, I've had a lotta people tell me stuff like that." Rogue said about his initial commentary on her. She stuffed the tshirt back into a bag with some of the other ones she got and rooted around in it a moment before she pulled out some long black gloves, she started to slide one onto her right hand/harm first, gliding it up past her elbow... then the other.

Rogue looked over at him, past her dangling snow-white bangs and she smiled. "I'm pretty sure I'd lose a drinkin' contest too. I may be able t'lift a hundred tons, but I can't handle my alcohol for a damn."

The other glove was slipped up onto her left arm then and she exhaled softly.

"You want me t'punch you? or something else?" She then asked.

Thor has posed:
    "I don't know what I want you to punch, but I can tell by your words, a punch is more than ready to be delivered by Owendottir." Thor says as he lifts his hands up to cross across his broad chest and he waits stoicly for Rogue's reply. The man is always ready for training, or sparring or a great fight. It's something the god adores and is seemingly built and lives for.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue paused then and put her hands onto her hips as she stared over and slightly-upward at the much taller Asgardian.

"Oh yeah?" She asked with a grin on her lips. "Do I look that stressed out to you?" She asked further, slowly shaking her head. "I didn't know that ya'll were good people watchers... Your brother was a pretty nice guy though, until he disappeared. But I had a feelin' he was gonna do that. He gave me a nice present though, a pretty cloak. I wore it t'go ice skatin' back in December. Kept me warm."

Thor has posed:
    "I do not know the differed between a stressed out or a stressed in Midgardian, so I am not the one to be asking about your appearance Owendottir." Thor says bluntly before he turns around while she speaks of Bauldr's gifts. "He's kind like that." Thor remarks softly as he turns towards the hallway and walks towards the stair cases.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue looked up at the man as he started to go and she tilted her head gently to the side. "Seemed like a nice fella. Especially when I kissed him." She said then while he was on his way out. She mostly did it just to mess with him since he was kind of... easily desired to be messed with, cause of how he talks and all!

Rogue's eyes went back down to her clothing and she went toward that new jacket she'd bought to replace the one lost during her demon infestation issue, she'd been fond of that leather trench, now she had a new one!

Thor has posed:
    "Thou art not the first maiden to have proclaimed my brother's ability to please with his tongue." The blonde god says without missing a beat and a lift of his enormous hand in farewell with matching words. "Fare the well Owendottir. Be sure to sleep with one eye open around here." Thor says, not mincing words and departing.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue couldn't help but grin at his response... at least until that last part. Thats when she looked up at the doorway that he'd exited through and she just stared at it. "What the hell does that mean?" She asked the empty room.

Not quite entirely empty though... as a dog's head came up from beneath all the clothing on the bed. The dog that Remy had bought year months ago at the mall. He was a big fella now and Rogue had gone and gotten him from the X-Mansion and the students who'd been taking care of him.

Rogue looked over to the german shephard and she smirked. "Asgardians are weird, huh?"

The young dog just lowered his head back down onto its paws and stared at its owner.