Sheppard looked more than a little crestfallen when Rogue listed off the most recent winners of the Super Bowl, which of course hadn't even been held since the war began.
"Definitely not my Earth," he decided with finality. "The Packers never would have lost to the Steelers."
She laughed at the typical guy response. "I wouldn't know, football was never really my thing. I only had the answer to your question because someone up here gave it to me."
Sheppard's brow furrowed. "How does that work exactly? I mean, how do you..." He fumbled for the right phrasing, and Rogue decided she liked him enough to come to his rescue.
"Stay sane?" she offered, smirking. "It took me years of training with an extremely powerful telepath to develop a system that works. Most of the time. Some of the feistier ones still give me trouble now and then, and I've got a wonderful assortment of borrowed nightmares to deal with on a regular basis, but there are some friends up here who help out when they can."
John Sheppard had seen a lot of weird things during his time at Atlantis, but this was quickly moving up the ranks to join the weird stuff hall of fame. "So, they can talk to you, and they're just in there with you all the time? That must get pretty distracting." He found it annoying when too many people were on the same comm channel, but with over two hundred, he'd lose his mind.
Rogue just shrugged. "I've gotten used to it, honestly. Most of them are easy to tune out, they're just not that loud and active, and the rest are actually nice to have around. Useful, even. I know diddly squat about football myself, but Remy used to watch it with some of the other guys."
"Remy?" he questioned.
"Remy Etienne LeBeau, also known as Gambit, Prince of the Thieves Guild in New Orleans, and a mutant with the ability to manipulate kinetic energy. The most frustrating man I've ever met, and the absolute love of my life." She smiled fondly at the simple description of the decidedly complex man who had meant the entire world to her. "He was killed about a year ago in the war."
There wasn't much he could say to that, except for, "I'm sorry for your loss." He knew what it was like to lose people. Words like that didn't do anything for the pain, but they were still important to say.
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"Definitely not my Earth," he decided with finality. "The Packers never would have lost to the Steelers."
She laughed at the typical guy response. "I wouldn't know, football was never really my thing. I only had the answer to your question because someone up here gave it to me."
Sheppard's brow furrowed. "How does that work exactly? I mean, how do you..." He fumbled for the right phrasing, and Rogue decided she liked him enough to come to his rescue.
"Stay sane?" she offered, smirking. "It took me years of training with an extremely powerful telepath to develop a system that works. Most of the time. Some of the feistier ones still give me trouble now and then, and I've got a wonderful assortment of borrowed nightmares to deal with on a regular basis, but there are some friends up here who help out when they can."
John Sheppard had seen a lot of weird things during his time at Atlantis, but this was quickly moving up the ranks to join the weird stuff hall of fame. "So, they can talk to you, and they're just in there with you all the time? That must get pretty distracting." He found it annoying when too many people were on the same comm channel, but with over two hundred, he'd lose his mind.
Rogue just shrugged. "I've gotten used to it, honestly. Most of them are easy to tune out, they're just not that loud and active, and the rest are actually nice to have around. Useful, even. I know diddly squat about football myself, but Remy used to watch it with some of the other guys."
"Remy?" he questioned.
"Remy Etienne LeBeau, also known as Gambit, Prince of the Thieves Guild in New Orleans, and a mutant with the ability to manipulate kinetic energy. The most frustrating man I've ever met, and the absolute love of my life." She smiled fondly at the simple description of the decidedly complex man who had meant the entire world to her. "He was killed about a year ago in the war."
There wasn't much he could say to that, except for, "I'm sorry for your loss." He knew what it was like to lose people. Words like that didn't do anything for the pain, but they were still important to say.