Convention Center, Shop

"You have to be the one who does it!" Jodie complained. She waved her hands, covered in lights and plastic. "I can't even grab anything!"

Page sighed. It was true. She straightened her belt on her hips for the hundredth time. "Shall I get a straw to feed you with?" She teased, but honestly, it had to be done. Jodie could not even take her own gloves off without help. Page fished in her jacket for her wallet, feeling her phone and their hotel key. Her gloves were good, but a little hard to feel through. She decided she would deal with it later and waited in line at the convention's little cafe area.

"Juice! Juice! Juice!" Jodie chanted, then was asked to pose for someone passing by.

The convention was a smelly mess of crowded costumers and fans. It was always bustling with energy, people slowly moving back and forth, yelling at each other across halls, or sitting and just taking up needed space for the sake of sitting. Page was used to it. She loved seeing what others had come up with, the most impressive thing being a giant suit of armor where the person inside explained she had installed a working air conditioner. It was a hot day, which did not help the itchiness of Page's suit. That said, she thought maybe it was nice she did not have double layered body suits on. So far, nothing was really wrong. Except the itchiness.

She scratched her leg, then stood up to straighten her belt again. She saw she was close to the front of the line, so she took off one of her gloves, then scratched again. She paused. She felt skin. With a few looks she noticed the suit was not near as elastic as she had wanted. Of course not. It was old. With so much scratching and picking she had a small hole and a run on either side of it, right above her knee. She sighed. It was hardly noticeable, at least, but she began to take inventory of her body. Her other leg was fine, her torso, chest - then she saw under her arms. Well, she did move her arms a lot, so it made sense. Her arm pits both had small runs in them along where she would align the seams. That would be a problem-

"Excuse me? What do you want?" A tired, rushed cafe worker asked. Page snapped to attention and looked around. She was next! She quickly snagged a juice and asked for a straw. She tried to pull her money out with her other gloved hand but could not, and in her haste, she removed both gloves and put them somewhere beside her, paid, then turned to let things move on.

Not far behind her, Jodie awaited. "Yesss, perfect." Jodie put her lips on the straw, sipping it while Page held the juice. "Where's your gloves?"

Page froze and looked back to the cafe. "I left them there! Crap!" She pressed through the crowd, pushing people aside in the cafe to arrive to where she was. She saw around where the gloves once were.

Jodie had followed her, constantly searching for the straw to drink more. "Well?"

"It WAS here. Excuse me!" Page waved to the barista. "Was there stuff just here?"

The barista shrugged. "Trash I think. Maintenance just took some trash." He nodded to a side, unmarked door.

Jodie sipped the juice, then said, "Can't be Rogue without gloves."