Whoops! Timelined before stuff blew up.
<Rogue> Rogue walked around the giant hole in the roof, frowning down at the snow. It would be difficult to fix while it was still snowing. She scooted some snow away from the edge of the hole and looked up at the sky. Clouds didn't seem to be moving any, which meant it could still snow for days. Maybe they could patch it at least? Trash bag and heavy rocks or cinder blocks on the corners, maybe.
<Carol> Carol decided to use their new skylight as a convenient entry point after her circuit of the grounds, she dropped down quickly and halted her descent at head height when she spotted Rogue. "... Hi."
<Rogue> Rogue turned her face to the sky, shielding her eyes from the hint of sun peeking through the thick layer of clouds and smiled, "Hey there. Everythin' alright?"
<Carol> "Well nothing's blown up yet so I guess today's a good day..." She lowered herself slowly the rest of the way, feet first.
<Rogue> Rogue laughed and rolled her eyes a bit at that, "That always makes for a good day. That's pretty pathetic that that's how we judge good and bad days, huh?"
<Carol> "It's so bad but honestly, I'd rather that than judge by deaths..." She pushed a hand through her damp hair a few times, using the heat from her absorbed energy to dry it somewhat.
<Rogue> She nodded, "That's true. So is that tha only thing y'all were doin'? Just patrolin'? Or were y'all gonna try an' help me patch this up?"
<Carol> "Just patroling... but I suppose I could help. Not like the poor humans can work in this weather...." it was kind of selfish of Danger to go crazy in the winter time.
<Rogue> "Ah mean, they could. They'd just freeze b'fore tha job was done. Hell, Ah get cold in this weather. But Ah was born an' raised in tha south. So maybe it's just mental."
<Carol> "Probably... temperature doesn't bother me any. But if I stand here long enough, the air'll warm up anyway - I'm like a walking radiator that fries phones on the side." She looked up at the hole in the roof, looking for ways to make patches.
<Rogue> Rogue smirked, "Oh, Ah dunno. Ah think 'fryin' tha phones is a bit o' an exaggeration... More like makin' 'em go haywire. They still work. Eventually. If ya take it somewhere ta get fixed." She looked down at the hole and frowned again. "Ah had been thinkin' 'bout gettin' a garbage bag f'r tha time bein' an pinnin' it down with cinder blocks, maybe."
<Carol> "I've wiped a couple... it's fine, SHIELD just give me new ones because I apparently need them." She shrugged, eyeing the hole again, "I don't think that'd cut it... fortunately I have some experience in construction."
<Rogue> "Well, no, not f'r long periods o' time... But at least 'till we can make sure tha roof is dried from tha snow?"
<Carol> "That might not be til March. We can do better than plastic and cinderblocks."
<Rogue> "Okay, so gimme one," she laughed and shook her head, "'Cause, Ah got nothin'."
<Carol> "We can build a patch and fix it on, it won't look pretty but it'll hold up to the weather better than plastic. The last thing we need is the roof caving in if we get another big snow. Come on, they left some stuff." She nodded toward one of the covered work stations that had been abandoned.
<Rogue> Rogue shrugged, "That's true, Ah guess." She followed Carol over to the stations and looked over everything. "Wish there was a way ta just poof this tagether, so ta speak."
<Carol> "Yeah... but it shouldn't take too long... at least we're not building a whole house."
<Rogue> She laughed and nodded in full agreement, "That would take forever in this weather. Ah cain't even imagine. Yuck."
<Rogue> She frowned, "So... Do ya think tha wood'd hold up? Won't it warp in tha snow?"
<Carol> "It'll be fine, it's treated anyway and it's only temporary... I've done this kind of thing before."
<Rogue> Rogue shrugged and picked up a hammer, "Alright then. What're we supposed ta do first, then?"
<Carol> "Measure the hole, then we work out the best way to patch it. When I was a kid, we built a summer house together - my brothers and I. Dad supervised...." Rogue probably knew this, of course, but it made it easier to deal with if she said it out loud.
<Rogue> "That's right! Ah'd nearly forgotten. It's weird... Havin' two sets o' memories, so Ah've tried ta put y'alls away f'r tha most part, so to speak." She looked around and found the measuring tape underneath a tarp and some wood bits. "Ta da!"
<Carol> "Well dig those out because it'll save a bunch of time with explaining stuff," Carol went to get some planks to work with.
<Rogue> Rogue rolled her eyes with a laugh and did her best to sort through Carol's memories to find which ones she needed. "Got a few out. We'll see if Ah need ta go diggin' again in a bit." She flew over to the gaping hole and started measuring. "Dang... It's bigger than Ah thought. Y'all sure we got 'nough wood?"
<Carol> "There's a whole lot more somewhere, they kinda just put it where there was room... they're not really tidy and I can't lecture them about it because, well... have you seen my office? ... Before it was in a crater, I mean."
<Rogue> "Ah think it's cleaner now that there's a crater in it," she grinned and flew over to help gather supplies. "Nail gun or hammer? Or both?"
<Carol> "I can't be trusted with a hammer... best way for me to misjudge my own strength. That wasn't a problem when we were building the house but it sure is now..."
<Rogue> Rogue shrugged, "Ah'll take tha hammer then. So long as Ah hit it lightly, it's not too hard. Ah just hafta remember ta dial back on what Ah'd normally wanna do, strength wise." She passed Carol the nail gun, "Here, darlin'. Should be all fired up an' ready ta go."
<Carol> Carol gave her a smile, "You know, if someone would have told me a year ago that I'd be patching a hole in a roof with you, of all people, I'd probably have punched them."
<Rogue> "Ha! Well, Ah cain't blame ya. Ah'd likely've punched 'em too. Ah was sure y'all were dead an' it just ain't nice ta bring up hauntin' memories ta taunt someone like that."
<Carol> "No it isn't... but it can help sometimes," she started measuring the lengths of wood, "Helped recently, actually..."
<Rogue> Rogue frowned in confusion, "What happened? Y'all alright? Ah gotta kick somebody's ass?"
<Carol> She shook her head, "No, nothing like that..." she glanced at the other woman, "You hear about why Danger went nutso and busted a hole in the building?"
<Rogue> Rogue tilted her head, "No? Ah figured it was just 'cause she's been outta her element f'r so long."
<Carol> "Her mind was missing parts of itself," Carol was a little blunt but there was no good way to say that, "I... could empathise... and it was weird... but it helped her."
<Rogue> Rogue winced, "Dang. Well... Ah always say everythin' happens f'r a reason... Maybe that was tha reason we ran inta each other that night? So y'all could help her down tha road..." That would really suck if that were the only reason, but at least it helped someone somehow.
<Carol> "Maybe... I'm not really a fan of the whole 'fate' thing though... I'm just glad I could help her... I mean... all that stuff, it sucked... but I got to make it less sucky for someone else."
<Rogue> "Yeah." Rogue gave her a half-smile and made a pencil mark on the wood where it needed to be cut shorter. "So... Does she hate me now?"
<Carol> "Who? Danger?" Carol raised an eyebrow, "Why would she hate you?"
<Rogue> "F'r doin' those things t' y'all. Seein' as how she knows what it feels like ta have bits stolen from ya an' she nearly killed other people, she might as well not like me anymore."
<Carol> Carol shook her head, "I didn't tell her all the details... just that I knew what it was like to have pieces missing and not know how to fill them up again or even what was supposed to be there in the first place..."
<Rogue> Rogue's nose wrinkled, "Ah wish Ah could give it back. Figure out how ta expel it from me back inta y'all. Sorry f'r thinkin' y'all weren't tha good guy back then."
<Carol> "It's okay... I put all that behind me a long time ago, found a way to move on and accept that I wasn't going to get it back... It was just a mistake, we all make those..."
<Rogue> Rogue sighed, "Ah guess. Mistakes with us can cost people their lives though." She gave Carol a smile, "Ah'm real glad that one didn't."
<Carol> "Me too," she offered the other woman a smile in return, "I'm okay now... it shook everything up when I bumped into you here but it's been okay, right?"
<Rogue> "Ah'd say it's been better'n okay. Ah mean, who else can say they've been ta tha moon without a rocket or a suit?"
<Carol> "I can count the people on one hand," Carol laughed, "I brought Cessily up there after - managed to get a camera that'd work up there for her too. I sort of promised I'd do that after she freaked out when I told her we tried and I passed out."
<Rogue> Rogue laughed, "Oh Cess. She's a worry wart. Gotta love 'er though. She alright now that she's seen y'all make it, though?"
<Carol> "Oh yeah, she loved it," a whole hell of a lot. "There hasn't been a lot of time for that lately though so mostly we go to the harbour in Boston and throw stuff at the gulls when I need a timeout from this place."
<Rogue> "Throw stuff at tha gulls? An' nobody from PETA's come ta run ya off yet?" Rogue grinned and took a piece of lumber over to cut to the right size. "Will ya'll go 'head an' melt tha snow an' dry up tha roof a bit? Don't want our work ta do any more damage ta tha roof."
<Carol> "They'd have to catch me first and I don't see them breaking mach speed or hiding out on the moon." She lifted into the air to take care of the snow, "If my dad could see me now..."
<Rogue> "See y'all bein' a badass? Think he'd have a heart attack," Rogue asked with a smirk.
<Carol> Carol nodded, "Likely... he's still never forgiven me for joining the Air Force..." she rolled her eyes. "There's a whole list of things now though..."
<Rogue> "Well he c'n just grow up. Silly boy that he is." She smiled at Carol, "He c'n never f'rgive y'all up until tha day y'all likely step in front of a missile f'r him, so ta speak. Then watch him grumble and fumble f'r a thank ya."
<Carol> "I think he'd have a heart attack before he said thank you for anything to me... especially after Steven..."
<Rogue> "Well he c'n just kiss y'all's ass. Y'all deserve better'n that, anyhow." She finished cutting the wood and flew it back over, "Ready f'r tha first bit?"
<Carol> "Yeah, I think so... wood's stopped looking all damp... ish. Can't go too much or I could set it on fire which would make it worse for sure."
<Rogue> "Yeaaah... Nobody wants that. 'Specially Jamie." She laid the first plank down and flew up a bit to get an aerial view. "Looks like it'll hold. Ah'll cut a few more if y'all'll start nailin' it down?"
<Carol> "No problem," Carol went to get the nail gun, "So, what have you been up to? I hardly see anyone around here, spend so much time in my office putting out fires... sometimes literally."
<Rogue> "Honestly? Teachin' an' playin' with mah niece. An' tryin' ta figure out different aspects o' Boston. F'r a small city, it's got a lot o' stuff goin' on."
<Carol> "I can give you a tour if you like?" Carol offered, punctuating it with shots from the nailgun into the wood.
<Rogue> "Sure. That'd be fun!" Rogue brought over more of the cut wood and laid it out for Carol. "Wanna do it twice? Once in tha day an' once at night? Go dancin', maybe?"
<Carol> "My nights are spoken for unless you don't mind someone else coming along," she fastened the next lot to the roof.
<Rogue> "Course not! Who?" She flew back to the saw with a few more boards. "They gotta love dancin' though."
<Carol> "Pretty sure Cessily likes dancing..." Carol frowned, she'd never really asked but she seemed like the type.
<Rogue> "Cess?! Heck yeah she does!" Rogue beamed, "She's a lotta fun ta go dancin' with!" Rogue brought the remaining boards back to Carol, laid them out, and started helping nail them down. She frowned, "Ah don't gotta find a date, do Ah?"
<Carol> "Uh..." Carol considered that, "It's not mandatory but... could get awkward for you if I get enough alcohol..."
<Rogue> Rogue arched an eyebrow, "If Ah don't have a date? Or if Ah do?"
<Carol> "If you don't... see then I wouldn't care so much about making out with Cessily in public."
<Rogue> "Aw, Ah could care less. Ah've seen Cess make out with more'n mah share o' people." She gently elbowed Carol in the side, "'Sides, only date Ah'd bring'd be Bobby. An' we wouldn't be makin' out."
<Carol> "No but you could make jokes and throw bar snacks at us til we stop," Carol laughed, "And it's not that I'm worried you'll freak out or whatever, more that it'll just be awkward for you... unless you want to pick someone up while we're out? We could go powerless for the night... like a bet."
<Rogue> Rogue grinned, "That's very true. Ah may hafta steal him away from Paige f'r that. She can watch mah beautiful niece while Ah steal him f'r a date o' mah own."
<Carol> "Sounds like a plan," she smiled at the other woman, "I'll talk to Cessily tonight and see what she thinks... let me know when you can get Bobby then we'll have some fun. I could use a night off."
<Rogue> "Yes! Ah'm kinda excited. Ah ain't gone dancin' in a long time."
<Carol> "I don't think I've ever gone dancing."
<Rogue> "Well then, now's as good a time ta start as any!" Rogue set her hammer to the side and stood up to look at their work. "Ah think we've done an' alright job 'till we can get tha professionals out here."
<Carol> "It'll keep the weather out at least," Carol knocked on the wood, "I think that's earned us some coffee."
<Rogue> "Mmm. Sounds good ta me." She offered Carol a hand up. "Coffee an' maybe some ice cream, too."
<Carol> "I do like ice cream," She accepted the offer, "Let's go see what flavours are left in the freezer."
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Pietro Maximoff [Quicksilver]
Quicksilver: Howisshe?Isshealright?Imusetspeakwithmysisteratonce.
Hawkeye: What is that noise?
IronMan: That is the noise Pietro makes right before he's tossed out of the airlock. ~ Avengers: The Children's Crusade #6
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Hawkeye: What is that noise?
IronMan: That is the noise Pietro makes right before he's tossed out of the airlock. ~ Avengers: The Children's Crusade #6