Trying to vent

[wild_child]

It had been, and continued to be, trying times for Rose Logan. At least the media circus had largely dissipated, but the underage Logan children were definitely under a fair amount of scrutiny from the DCFS people. Which made it a heck of a lot harder to sneak out for her beer and smokes.

And there was the added... whatever it was that was going on with her life right now. Whatever it meant that she didn't smell like her brothers and sister or Pops. She still hadn't figured out how to talk to Misha or Pops about it. Really needed to. Needed to talk to someone. And not any of the docs either, 'cause they'd just point her to Pops.

Dang it. Why'd life have to go and get all flippin' complicated?

So for now, she'd been working her way through a Danger Room exercise. Simulated Tokyo neighborhood, Hand ninjas. Perfect aggression therapy. So long as she kept just enough self-control not to max out on red hot rage.

The program terminated when the last ninja was down. Rose was healing from a variety of sword slices, sai stabs, and other cuts. Holographic blood faded from her claws. She was breathing hard, but that was slowing.

Deep breaths, in and out. Keep that icy calm cold center.

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[iced_cherub]

Bobbi's watching her roommate from the control room, because the program... Just a tad over her skill level when she has time to focus. With a friend in there... Yeah, not a good idea, even if said friend is a Logan. She's content watching and sketching in her book.

[wild_child]

Eventually, Rose's breathing slowed, and she reigned in whatever remained of her rage. It'd probably be back.

"So... what's my score?"

[iced_cherub]

"Thirty over your last one." Bobbi reported after glancing over. "Which is still a lot better than any of my scores... I'm still having some trouble with freezing the hostage too." Hey there was a reason when she soloed she made sure no one else was in the room.

"I should have another awesome drawing of you done before dinner too. Unless you want me to color it. That'll have to wait until I can get some more colored pencils."

[wild_child]

"Dang," Rose said, after listening to the numbers. "Still slow."

The other pieces sunk in, momentarily lifting just a little of her funk. "Color's fine," she said. "If ya want to."

[iced_cherub]

"Still better than I'd do."

Bobbi nodded. "I'll work on coloring it tonight then, I have some of the colors I'll need. Maybe I should ink it first. It's been a while since I've done any."

[wild_child]

"Eh... you'll get there, Feathers. Yer young still."

[iced_cherub]

Bobbi grimaced, that was one nickname she didn't care for. "Want me to reset the program again? Or you good now?"

[wild_child]

Rose sucked in a breath, and then finally shook her head. "Only so many ninjas ya can kill in a day before it gets borin'," she said.

"I need a a snack. Gimme ten ta shower, and I'll fix us somethin'."

[iced_cherub]

"I'll help, well in the kitchen."

Bobbi grinned as she started tucking her sketchbook and pencils back into the small messenger bag she had carried with her.

"Want to drop these off in the room first, last time we cooked I got something all over the cover of my book. Not sure if it was the soy sauce, or brown gravy... Because oops small food fight there but hey at least it had been kept small.

[wild_child]

Rose managed to beat Bobbi to the kitchen, and was already rummaging in the fridge when she came in. Her nose and hearing alerted her to her roommate's presence.

"Hey, Feathers. Beat ya here."

[iced_cherub]

"Well, bumped my desk, had to pick up my text books." She pouted rather cutely. "So what are we gonna make?" She pulled a stool over so she could help.

"Or is it one of those science lab snacks?" Okay so she might have a little too much fun with Japanese candy lately.

[wild_child]

Rose pulled herself out of the fridge, with some veggies, bacon, a carton of eggs, and several different varieties of lunch meat.

"Get the bread out fer me, will ya?"

[iced_cherub]

Bobbi nodded bouncing over to get the bread. "You want white or wheat?" She had to ask because sometimes Bobbi was in the mood for one or the other.

[brother_bear]

Dork Number One was getting some quality time in the garage with his car while Hana had the boys. Only his shins and shoes were visible from underneath the car.

[wild_child]

Big surprise there. Rose resisted the urge to kick him in the shins with her cowboy boots. Because that would be wrong when she was trying to have a serious conversation. Even if it would be funny.

"Ya got a minute, Dork?"

[brother_bear]

"Rosie? Sure, what's up? Got boy trouble? Do I need to warn somebody not to piss you off?" His voice was muffled but cheerful from under Darlene.

[wild_child]

That got a brief snicker out of her. "Please. I can do enough of that all on my own.'

She sucked in a breath. "You remember much about when Pops brought me home?"

[brother_bear]

"Wow, that was a long time ago." Misha slid himself out and sat up on the back board. He wiped his face with a shop towel. "You weren't walking yet, I remember that. I had to give you a lot of piggyback rides. Dad said you were my new sister and I needed to protect you."

[wild_child]

"So, you're sayin' there was a time when I actually liked ya?" Rose asked, forcing a little levity into her voice.

[brother_bear]

"Hard to believe, right?" He grinned at her. "What's up with the questions? Did somebody yank your chain?"

[wild_child]

Rose looked down, trying to figure out how best to put her doubts into words.

"Danielle--ya know, the wolf girl--said I don't really smell like you or David or Pops. And we started asking Moonstar--her suggestion--about whether or not that was a thing, on account of bein' a girl and all, and she got all weird about."

She let out a breath. "Thought you might remember somethin'."

[brother_bear]

He was about to tease her again and stopped before the words were out. She was really freaked out by whatever she thought was happening.

"I remember Dad telling me I had a little sister, and that's that. Who cares what Danielle said? You're one of us, and you ain't gettin' out of it. Hell, I'm surprised there aren't more of us."

[wild_child]

Rose managed just a little smile. "I did kinda figure we were due for a new Logan around here by the end of next year."

[brother_bear]

"Could be. We're about due for one." He nudged her with a surprisingly greasy elbow. The grease got /everywhere/ when he was working on the car. "I wouldn't take what Danielle says seriously. You're a Logan and nobody can tell me you aren't. The way Dad took the four of us in when he found out about us just shows us that he's committed to being a good father."

[wild_child]

Well, that was the end of that shirt.

"Pops is the best," she agreed.

She gave him a hug. "And you ain't bad either. But if you try and tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it."