"She's got a friend..."
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rogue_americaIt had been two years since Rogue had landed in this universe. Two years of learning how to be normal again, how to live without her powers. Try as she might, they simply wouldn't work, and she didn't know if it was because of something to do with traveling to a different universe or if it was something much more common: shock. Either way, in this world she was just a normal woman, working at a department store during the day and going home each night to her little room in a boarding house for women.
It got easier as time went on. She settled into a routine and learned how to live in the 1940s. The war made ot easier to explain her oddities. Those oddities that were likely a large part of the reason she was standing outside a dance hall with one of her housemates. Rogue had been the only one without plans on a Saturday night, and so Nancy had pleaded with her to tag along, because this handsome guy had asked her out but with the condition that she bring someone for his friend.
Sighing under her breath, Rogue reached up a hand to her curled and pinned striped hair, then smoothed it over her green dress, telling herself that it was silly to be nervous. It was just one night; she might even have fun.
It got easier as time went on. She settled into a routine and learned how to live in the 1940s. The war made ot easier to explain her oddities. Those oddities that were likely a large part of the reason she was standing outside a dance hall with one of her housemates. Rogue had been the only one without plans on a Saturday night, and so Nancy had pleaded with her to tag along, because this handsome guy had asked her out but with the condition that she bring someone for his friend.
Sighing under her breath, Rogue reached up a hand to her curled and pinned striped hair, then smoothed it over her green dress, telling herself that it was silly to be nervous. It was just one night; she might even have fun.