<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/a3/96/fca3963fef59a0e11e890058c90b96be.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th - 12:00<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tessa Cantrell, Kitty Pryde, Heather Donald, CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rogue keeps to herself as a new girl is brought over and the others chat.<br/><hr/><br/>Rogue had really wanted to simply spend that morning (and the rest of the day) alone. Especially after what had happened the night before. Or, early morning before, or...Dammit it, after what had happened with Heather, she simply wanted some time alone to think. Normally she would have just gone to sleep, slept the day away, and tried to organize her thoughts after some rest. That was physically impossible in that moment, though, as she dealt with the remnants of the power she had absorbed from Heather. And the remnants of having had Heather's power.<br/><br/>But there was no denying the rainbow-haired human Energizer bunny when she was on a mission, and so, there the Southern belle was stuck. At their typical lunch table, with the typical friends they hung out with. Whatever conversations were going on Rogue more or less ignored, one hand in a fist propping up her head, as she slowly and dutifully focused on her food. She wasn't in much of a talking or social mood, so simply going through the motions was her game plan for the day until someone would be dumb enough to ask her a direct question.<br/><br/>When Heather arrived with yet another new girl, Rogue glanced up, just giving a brief wave, and looking at her food again. Ignoring the seat shifting, and ignoring Kitty's attempts to be helpful (as in truth she was still a bit sour over the girl trying to tell her what to do back when they had watched the news report on Salvation), she just ate, poking blindly at her plate and bringing whatever her fork hit to her mouth. She was as covered as she could almost possibly be that that--long jacket, long pants, boots, and her gloves. Her hair was down, covering her neck, and as added safety her hood was pulled up. If anyone ended up in skin contact with her, in was in no way going to be her fault.<br/><br/>So, naturally, that was when she felt someone trying to play feelsies with her leg beneath the table...<br/><br/>Giving Heather a brief glare, Rogue sat up a bit straighter, no longer propping her head up as that hand moved beneath the table to give her roommate a firm pinch. This wasn't the time, or place...Even if it did send a shot of chills up her spine.<br/><br/>"If Heather keeps on collectin' girls, we gon' need a new table..." she sighed out finally, her Southern drawl a bit heavy with an act of playing as if she were tired. "So...Tess? What can you do?" she asked, figuring they might as well get the power talk out of the way. Unless it had already started and she missed it in her daze of not paying attention to anything.