[ Yawn. Stretch. Rouge wakes up, feeling shockingly well-rested, for once, and as she blinks back into conscious clarity, it takes a couple of seconds for her to realize that this is not her plush bed and that she's still completely dressed in her day clothes, makeup and all. Second point: she's moving somewhere. On a train. ]
What in the world...?
[ The good news is that she's used to weird things like this happening pretty much all the time. If it's not the good doctor, then she's sure it's aliens or interdimensional god-beings or whatever trouble big blue's rustled up. Still, the realization doesn't stop her from leaping up to her feet, standing on her seat so that she can actually take a look at where she's ended up (she's a bit short for the chairs.)
Drab. Bland. Boring. Outside is pure white, which reminds her of that dreadful time business that happened a while back and is the only threatening aspect other than the sheer lack of explanation for anything. At least there are other people. After a few moments of wide-eyed staring, she sighs, resting her head in her hand as she leans over the back of her seat. ]
You've got to be kidding me. I'm supposed to get paid today, and this happens?
2. first stop
[ the good news is that the train does stop, eventually, even if Rouge has scoured the thing up and down and found nothing really interesting. She's sure that there must be some goal they're headed towards. Maybe the one responsible will pop up and start giving her some exposition.
That doesn't happen. In fact, the dinky bar they end up in offers even fewer answers. Judging by her sour expression and semi-flat ears, Rouge isn't all too pleased to be here. ]
What a dump.
[ this is not her scene...
but she stays, because there's nothing better to do on that silly train. It doesn't take long for her to notice the pictures, perceptive as she is. You might notice the furry bat girl staring at you, then at a picture on the wall behind you, then back at you again, before she crosses her arms. ]
Isn't that you in the photo? Looks like you're having fun.
[ oh no, it's the embarrassing picture from the christmas party ]
no subject
[ Yawn. Stretch. Rouge wakes up, feeling shockingly well-rested, for once, and as she blinks back into conscious clarity, it takes a couple of seconds for her to realize that this is not her plush bed and that she's still completely dressed in her day clothes, makeup and all. Second point: she's moving somewhere. On a train. ]
What in the world...?
[ The good news is that she's used to weird things like this happening pretty much all the time. If it's not the good doctor, then she's sure it's aliens or interdimensional god-beings or whatever trouble big blue's rustled up. Still, the realization doesn't stop her from leaping up to her feet, standing on her seat so that she can actually take a look at where she's ended up (she's a bit short for the chairs.)
Drab. Bland. Boring. Outside is pure white, which reminds her of that dreadful time business that happened a while back and is the only threatening aspect other than the sheer lack of explanation for anything. At least there are other people. After a few moments of wide-eyed staring, she sighs, resting her head in her hand as she leans over the back of her seat. ]
You've got to be kidding me. I'm supposed to get paid today, and this happens?
2. first stop
[ the good news is that the train does stop, eventually, even if Rouge has scoured the thing up and down and found nothing really interesting. She's sure that there must be some goal they're headed towards. Maybe the one responsible will pop up and start giving her some exposition.
That doesn't happen. In fact, the dinky bar they end up in offers even fewer answers. Judging by her sour expression and semi-flat ears, Rouge isn't all too pleased to be here. ]
What a dump.
[ this is not her scene...
but she stays, because there's nothing better to do on that silly train. It doesn't take long for her to notice the pictures, perceptive as she is. You might notice the furry bat girl staring at you, then at a picture on the wall behind you, then back at you again, before she crosses her arms. ]
Isn't that you in the photo? Looks like you're having fun.
[ oh no, it's the embarrassing picture from the christmas party ]