<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Kitchen » Medical Lab » Great Room | Early Evening<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marvel Girl, Beast, Cyclops, Franklin Richards, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rogue was getting into the refrigerator and the cabinets, fixing herself a drink for the long evening that was ahead of her. It had started out rather poorly rather quickly and she just needed something to keep her spirits up and keep her from wanting to strangle that little speedster for causing the burn on her hand and ruining her glove. So, she got herself a glass of ice and pulled a mason jar out of the fridge, scooping a few moonshine cherries from it with a spoon and dropping them into her glass. Before she could even put the cap back on the jar, Jean tried to warn her about something. The warning, though, left her mind as Jean cried out and fell to her knees.<br/><br/>"Jean?" she asked as she quickly flew over and dropped down beside her to make sure she was alright. Carefully, she scooped Jean up into her arms, holding her like a groom holding his bride to pass the threshold of their home. "Scott's a smart cookie. He can figure out whatever it is he needs ta figure out. You gotta lie down," she said to a possibly unconscious Jean as she flew her out of the kitchen and in the opposite direction of the Great Room, heading to the Medical Lab.<br/><br/>The kitchen was left in a way that made it obvious that someone had just left, and possibly in a hurry. Her glass sat on the counter with a few cherries and a spoon in it and the mason jar sat open beside it, the cap laying on the counter as well. Even the ice in her glass had not even began melting yet. If Scott had come looking for either of them in the kitchen, he would know immediately, given his eye for surveying the scene.<br/><br/>Rogue did not take her time getting Jean to the Medical Lab. She sped through the halls, holding the woman close during every sharp turn until she stopped outside the room so she could open the door and get Jean inside. She walked her over to what used to be a hospital bed and carefully laid her down. "Imma go get Hank to come check ya out, okay sug? You just rest right here. Hopefully you just drank too much or somethin'."<br/><br/>With that, she flew back out of the Medical Lab and down the halls at full speed, making her way to the Great Room to get Hank. She ignored all the crazy Christmas nonsense, including Santa, her eyes scanning the room to find Hank. "Hank!" she called out. Who knew finding a big blue furball would be so difficult? There was just so much going on. What the hell had happened while she was gone? It had only been a few minutes. Right? Cyclops was using his optic blast on a giant santa, little elves scurried around making a mess while searching for something, and there was some random, not Christmas-looking guy in the room as well. What in the hell? Jean might have to wait a moment. Things were a little crazy right now.<br/><br/>Rogue flew around the ceiling, looking down on the chaos before she swooped down and scooped up Franklin, not knowing who he was or why he was here, but she was going to find out. She hooked her hands under his arms and attempted to fly him outside and away from all that noise. "Didn't know Santa would deliver me a man this Christmas. Were you lookin' for me, suga?"