INBOXtext / audio / video / action[Stephen hasn't bothered to record a proper voicemail message, so enjoy the standard one. Because let's be real he has way too many Important Trashdoctor Things To Do to be worrying about which of you nerds know who's number they've phoned.
You're smart, he has faith you can figure it out. Or something.]code credit
[She noticed the progress, because of course she's going to look him over to scrutinize how he was recovering. How else could she counter his complaining? Knowledge was power and she wasn't a telepath.
Pleased to not have to pull a Miley Cyrus and redneck wreck her way into the room, she seamlessly flew inside and finally put boots on the ground, walking over to his place of mental torment. At the nickname, she tutted him while grinning in amusement.]
That's a matter of opinion. [Aka, Pot meet Kettle. She's not naive enough to think anyone would disagree with Strange's statement. The grin subdued while she looked him over as best she could, already knowing he was impatiently dissatisfied with the results. It practically oozed from his pores.] Speakin' of trouble. How're you doin'?
[There's genuine concern in her voice despite the banteing.]
A pretty educated opinion I'd like to think. Takes one to know one after all, isn't that how the saying goes?
[They might not have had much time back home to really bond or get to know one another, but clearly they'd get along just fine. And having someone to banter and talk to certainly would help his mood, Stephen already looked a bit less disgruntled than he had moments before.]
As for me, I'm better than I was. Would be doing miles better if the attending doctor wasn't such a hack.
[He didn't entirely mean it, knew the doctors in charge of his treatment were doing what they could, but that would never ever stop him from complaining, especially stuck in one place as he was. Sam spent most of his time with the sorcerer keeping him company and keeping him from making a break for it, but even he couldn't be there 24/7.]
[She'd already reached her limit in regards to arguing his previous pet name, which she actually enjoyed, so she agreed with him, proudly at that. They hadn't exactly spent much time together, but they each had their reputations and their files not just as Avengers. They were the good sort of trouble. Rules were meant to be guidelines and while she had morals and always meant well, sometimes a bit of bending was required for the greater good.
In this case, that greater good was Stephen's level of stir crazy.]
From what ah hear, everyone's a hack except you.
[She paused and decided to take a seat... Cross-legged while levitating next to his bed, bottle of amber liquid taking up residence in her lap. Her face and tone grew more serious.]
Pretty much. The other me around here isn't bad either, I guess.
[He could admit babyface was a good surgeon, he could! Just so long as it wasn't to the man himself. A dumb ego thing, weird as it was.
And he was definitely eyeing that bottle she had consideringly, mouth twisting slightly at the more serious questions that came when Rogue had settled in some.]
Long, complicated story kinda short, I brought Vegas back from a smoking crater, Mephisto showed up and took over, turned everyone into demons and ghost riders, I almost cheated him into undoing the damage and leaving but the cards we'd been playing with apparently could tattle, so his demon cronies and Rider'd Thor beat the living hell out of me.
Please let me know if you run into an Other Rogue 'round here.
[It's only polite. Two Rogues being startled after running into one another without any warning likely won't go too well, and she's already fixing to blame the other one. Egos were delightful and she knew them well.
Oh there had been a reason she had asked the serious questions before pouring anything out, but upon receiving the answer, the mutant frowned, opened the bottle, and passed it to him. First drink went to the man who had to deal with that shit. He was a doctor and knew the risks of drinking in his condition.]
Just when ah think ah've heard it all. [A beat. At least it was back home and not here.] Ah bet ah could mop the floor with you playin' cards.
[Because that's not the kind of thing that's fun to be surprised with, no doubt there.
Oh were they playing drink and pass, Stephen likes this game. And given his lifestyle, drinking in this condition was absolutely not the stupidest thing he'd done in the past week let alone ever.]
Gotta say the look on Mephisto's face when he thought I'd won a game I'd never played with cards that looked nothing like they should was almost worth the beat-down.
Better be sugah. Ah'd appreciate a notice if you run into any more mutants, regardless of their universe.
[Because the moment he mentioned the Sanctum, Rogue started wanting to have an X-Mansion here. While there seemed to be plenty of the heavy hitting Avengers around from various universes, the mutants seemed to be lacking in leadership. It was appearing more and more as though she was the old, experienced hat when it came to X-Men, which simply added a weight of responsibility to her shoulders.
It's something she wanted to run past Strange since he had the Sanctum somehow, but banter and liquor first. Good liquor to boot.
Rogue scoffed and gave him an empathetic but chiding look. It sounded like something he'd do to catch someone else cheating. Hindsight was a bitch though.]
The beat-down's only worth it when you complete the task at hand. [Which usually involves saving the world or various parts of it. Because that's what heroes do.] Or if it's personal.
Please do. [She hesitated a moment, gripping the bottle and pausing before taking a smooth swallow herself. When she brought the bottle to rest on her thigh, she glanced over at the window as if hoping to see a few familiar faces in particular, from her universe or not.] Especially if you run into Remy, though you probably just know him as Gambit.
[And there went another swig. What was that about sharing? Clearing her throat, she returned her focus and the conversation at hand to Strange's problems and not her own. It's not like she needed to fake concern there, and her brow furrowed in thought again.]
That somethin' you want to try and hash out now, or would you like to catch me up to speed with the current status of the Avengers here?
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Pleased to not have to pull a Miley Cyrus and redneck wreck her way into the room, she seamlessly flew inside and finally put boots on the ground, walking over to his place of mental torment. At the nickname, she tutted him while grinning in amusement.]
That's a matter of opinion. [Aka, Pot meet Kettle. She's not naive enough to think anyone would disagree with Strange's statement. The grin subdued while she looked him over as best she could, already knowing he was impatiently dissatisfied with the results. It practically oozed from his pores.] Speakin' of trouble. How're you doin'?
[There's genuine concern in her voice despite the banteing.]
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[They might not have had much time back home to really bond or get to know one another, but clearly they'd get along just fine. And having someone to banter and talk to certainly would help his mood, Stephen already looked a bit less disgruntled than he had moments before.]
As for me, I'm better than I was. Would be doing miles better if the attending doctor wasn't such a hack.
[He didn't entirely mean it, knew the doctors in charge of his treatment were doing what they could, but that would never ever stop him from complaining, especially stuck in one place as he was. Sam spent most of his time with the sorcerer keeping him company and keeping him from making a break for it, but even he couldn't be there 24/7.]
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[She'd already reached her limit in regards to arguing his previous pet name, which she actually enjoyed, so she agreed with him, proudly at that. They hadn't exactly spent much time together, but they each had their reputations and their files not just as Avengers. They were the good sort of trouble. Rules were meant to be guidelines and while she had morals and always meant well, sometimes a bit of bending was required for the greater good.
In this case, that greater good was Stephen's level of stir crazy.]
From what ah hear, everyone's a hack except you.
[She paused and decided to take a seat... Cross-legged while levitating next to his bed, bottle of amber liquid taking up residence in her lap. Her face and tone grew more serious.]
What's the damage? And what the hell happened?
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[He could admit babyface was a good surgeon, he could! Just so long as it wasn't to the man himself. A dumb ego thing, weird as it was.
And he was definitely eyeing that bottle she had consideringly, mouth twisting slightly at the more serious questions that came when Rogue had settled in some.]
Long, complicated story kinda short, I brought Vegas back from a smoking crater, Mephisto showed up and took over, turned everyone into demons and ghost riders, I almost cheated him into undoing the damage and leaving but the cards we'd been playing with apparently could tattle, so his demon cronies and Rider'd Thor beat the living hell out of me.
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[It's only polite. Two Rogues being startled after running into one another without any warning likely won't go too well, and she's already fixing to blame the other one. Egos were delightful and she knew them well.
Oh there had been a reason she had asked the serious questions before pouring anything out, but upon receiving the answer, the mutant frowned, opened the bottle, and passed it to him. First drink went to the man who had to deal with that shit. He was a doctor and knew the risks of drinking in his condition.]
Just when ah think ah've heard it all. [A beat. At least it was back home and not here.] Ah bet ah could mop the floor with you playin' cards.
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[Because that's not the kind of thing that's fun to be surprised with, no doubt there.
Oh were they playing drink and pass, Stephen likes this game. And given his lifestyle, drinking in this condition was absolutely not the stupidest thing he'd done in the past week let alone ever.]
Gotta say the look on Mephisto's face when he thought I'd won a game I'd never played with cards that looked nothing like they should was almost worth the beat-down.
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[Because the moment he mentioned the Sanctum, Rogue started wanting to have an X-Mansion here. While there seemed to be plenty of the heavy hitting Avengers around from various universes, the mutants seemed to be lacking in leadership. It was appearing more and more as though she was the old, experienced hat when it came to X-Men, which simply added a weight of responsibility to her shoulders.
It's something she wanted to run past Strange since he had the Sanctum somehow, but banter and liquor first. Good liquor to boot.
Rogue scoffed and gave him an empathetic but chiding look. It sounded like something he'd do to catch someone else cheating. Hindsight was a bitch though.]
The beat-down's only worth it when you complete the task at hand. [Which usually involves saving the world or various parts of it. Because that's what heroes do.] Or if it's personal.
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[If there was anyone who could help them settle in or at least feel safer in their own skin, Stephen figured it would be Rogue.
And the chiding look would just get a faint twitch of his mouth as he was passing the bottle her way.]
Hence the 'almost' worth it. Still need to figure out how to escape and get everyone's souls back, let alone ousting Mephisto and his crew.
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[And there went another swig. What was that about sharing? Clearing her throat, she returned her focus and the conversation at hand to Strange's problems and not her own. It's not like she needed to fake concern there, and her brow furrowed in thought again.]
That somethin' you want to try and hash out now, or would you like to catch me up to speed with the current status of the Avengers here?
[Want to gossip?]