I'm gonna cast my trouble down in the deep blue sea (open)

[personify]

» WHO? Raven Darkholme & you
» WHEN? Starting Mid-June through the end of the month
» WHERE? Deck 5 near Crew Quarters (for arrival), Chapel, various
» WHAT? Raven's arrival, and catch-all for the month of June
» WARNINGS? blood (gunshot wound), nothing else (will update as necessary)

a. crossroads

'We tried to save the world.'

[The voice makes Raven wince, it seems so loud- like she's rested her head right directly beside a set of concert speakers. She tries to move but her body feels like jello and then... her leg. The pain penetrates her muddled thoughts, yellow eyes fluttering open and hands going to reach for it. She doesn't find the bare blue scales she expects. Instead she's wearing a jumpsuit, the untreated bullet wound is bleeding red through the fabric. And a she's got on strange pair of boots?]

'I think we did the opposite.'

[The words cut through her thoughts again and Raven's eyes finally settle on the source. A small device laying right beside her head. She reaches for it, reading the text scrawled on its screen but it doesn't hold any more answers. 'Reverie Terminal'.

This has to be Trask's doing. He's captured her and this is all some sick joke. An experiment of some kind. Is this what the others went through before he tortured and murdered them? Why go to this kind of trouble? it doesn't make sense, but she doesn't know what to think right now. She forces herself to her feet, ignoring the protest of her injured calf. She needs to find a way out. She stumbles toward the first door she can find, searching for a way to open it, hand settling on a button and pressing it. Not that Raven expects she'll find a way out so easily. Still, tt's better than sitting around to await her fate.]


b. alone

[It takes a several days for Raven to accept that this isn't a trick of some kind. Erik's here. Charles too. And Hank. She's been avoiding all three of them ever since she found out they were here. There's too much pain there and she needs some distance. More distance than this space station could even provide.

Erik tried to kill her and that's not an easy thing to forgive even if his reasons for it may have been valid. Charles. That's a different matter. The drinking is problematic enough, his not having his powers and seeing just how broken he is... that's nearly unbearable. She feels guilty too, but she shoves that down, angry with him for even making her feel that way. Then there's Hank, who's been helping Charles through all of it, giving him the meds that kept his powers at bay. Raven doesn't want much to do with any of them at the moment.

Her leg is still injured and no amount of shape shifting is going to hide that, so Raven settles on not hiding herself, wearing the jumpsuit too. There would be less questions that way, she hopes. The only people she'd truly like to hide from would know it was her the moment she took a step. She may not trust anyone here, but they aren't openly hostile to her for how she looks. Which is a marked improvement to the usual.

There's only so long she can stay cooped up in her quarters, so eventually she ventures out to explore. She finds her way back to the observation deck on level 1, but staring at the space beyond is too much. A reminder of just how far from home she is. She stuck here, in the middle of nowhere. Would she ever find her way back? How many more mutants might Trask kill while she's stuck here? People she knows are here too, maybe that ought to be a comfort. Yet, instead, it only makes her feel more alone. They all still thought of her one way. As Raven or as Mystique. As though those two people were any different from one another. She didn't want any of their expectations. Not anymore.

Not wanting to look at the stars anymore, she stumbles off to an interior room from the observation deck, relived to find seating. Sitting down at the a bench near the wall, she takes stock. It's quiet in there, not very crowded. It's soothing and dark, almost meditative. The plants were a nice sight too. Raven's grateful to see anything other than sterile metal walls. It takes her a minute before realization sets in. This is a place or worship. A chapel. Her nose wrinkles a bit, but she doesn't leave. Perhaps at least she could have a moment to herself.]


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[rickitikitarr]

[Ricki comes into the chapel while she's there. He isn't here to bother her- honestly appears not to notice her at all. He approaches the altar, and takes a moment, then crosses himself with the familiar haste born of lifelong familiarity. He takes a seat on the other side of the room.

He won't interrupt her in here, not just yet, but he's considering jogging after her in the hall when she goes. The chapel is not a popular amenity, exactly.]

[personify]

[She watches him, yellow eyes following him as he goes through the motions of the cross on his body and sits across the way from her. Raven's never really held much stock in religion. Her parents had been religious. It hadn't stopped them from being incredibly cruel. Or from using their beliefs to justify their actions toward her.

Raven doesn't interrupt him, but she does avoid looking at him. While she doesn't have faith, she's not going to begrudge the man his. Eventually, when she's had some time to her own thoughts, she does get up to leave- the limp subtler than when she first arrived, but still fairly obvious.]

[rickitikitarr]

Hey, [Says Ricki, from the chapel door behind her.] You all right, miss?

[Because;]

I'm absolutely not a doctor, and I actually don't know how to find one at all, but I'd be prepared to make the attempt.

[personify]

[She's surprised when he follows after her. So much so that it takes her a moment to actually respond, blinking back at him.] I've already been to the med-bay. I've gotten it treated, all it will take now is time.

[And she was also told to get some rest and stay off her leg. Which, clearly, she's not doing.]

[rickitikitarr]

I hope it heals cleanly.

[He admits, stepping out of the room after her, following more slowly now.]

Did you get it here?

[personify]

Thank you. [She's uncertain of him. It's nothing he's done, she's just not feeling an overabundance of trust with many people lately.] I didn't. I got it right before I arrived.

I was shot. [One of the many reasons she's not too sure of anyone at the moment.]

[rickitikitarr]

Well, if it's got to happen, the calf isn't a bad place for it.

[Says Ricki, philosophically.]

You are new then?

[He thinks he probably would have noticed her before, if she'd been around.]

b

[why_me]

[ Garion's just wandering around, thankfully on two legs this time, when he happens to wander into the chapel. And yes, he gives Raven a bit of a blink. But that's all she gets other than, well- ]

Should I come back another time?

[personify]

[She stares right back at him, leaning back in her seat, shrugging her shoulders.] There's plenty of space for the two of us. [Raven's not going to prevent someone from coming in here, possibly seeking some peace and quiet too. Or to come in and pray if that's what he plans to do.]

[why_me]

Well, I wouldn't want to interrupt... [ his eyes go to the center isle ] worship?

I just wanted a place to sit quietly for a bit.

[ Send his shadow out to see if it could explore a little beyond where the rest could.]

[personify]

[That scoff she gives in return is so full of cynicism that she nearly looks regretful after it happens. She's not a believer, but that's not this man's problem and she doesn't need to share her own issues with a stranger.] I'm not worshiping.

I just wanted a spot to think. You're fine, I don't mind. [So long as he's respectful to her, she'll return the favor.]

[why_me]

If that changes, just let me know.

[ He closes his eyes then, leaning back in the seat to relax as he starts to let his shadow stretch away from him. He takes a moment to get a feel for the room, traveling up the aisle and down it since he hasn't done this particular trick for a while. He won't go anywhere near her with it, but she might notice the oddity even as he turns and sends it out of the room. ]

[personify]

[She nods once in response, leaning her head back against the wall. Her eyes do close for a moment, taking a deep breath. Except all she sees when she closes her eyes are the photos of her mutant brothers and sisters, the horrors Trask had done to them before they died. Raven is wasting time here, but she's no choice in the matter.

Her eyes open again, instantly focusing on whatever it is that's going on across the room. She's momentarily reminded of Peter Pan playing with his shadow. She'd gone to see the musical as a child with Charles and his mother. As a child the story had appealed to her, the idea that there might be some place she could escape to. A place for the unwanted children to find a home. Charles had become her family, yes, but she'd never really felt at home in the Xavier Mansion or when they'd gotten older and she tagged along with him to University.

She doesn't say anything, doesn't interrupt whatever it is that he's actually doing. But Raven does watch on, yellow eyes following the shadow as it moves.]

[holyhalone]

[The chapel was the one place on the entire station that had actually felt somewhat like home, though it lacked any stained glass or vaulted ceilings, shaped in a way that was all too alien. Still, it had the right... air to it, that peaceful but imposing dogmatic feel that he'd associated so closely to home.

While Aymeric was positive this place definitely was not built with his own goddess in mind, he couldn't help but kneel and pray, if only to stave off the dread of the unfamiliar. He was muttering a quiet and well rehearsed prayer when his long ears caught the sound of someone new coming in. Stopping his prayer and turning to look over his shoulder, he was caught off guard by the strange appearance of Raven, visibly taken aback. He did his best to hide it after the fact, though clearly a bit too late.]

M-my apologies, I wasn't expecting anyone else to... Pray forgive my reaction, I'm... still adjusting to new sights.

[personify]

[It's nearly impossible for her to keep her eyes from narrowing in regards to his reaction and comment on 'new sights', but the fact that he doesn't appear to be entirely human himself dulls her reaction somewhat.

However, she is reconsidering her choice to come in to the chapel, glancing back toward the exit. Still-] I've had worse reactions. [If that's really any consolation at all for either of them.]

[holyhalone]

[Aymeric was honestly ashamed of his reaction. It wasn't as though unique or fantastical beings were uncommon in his world... only that he hadn't seen much of the world. It was a testament to his status as a member of a hitherto isolationist and relatively xenophobic nation.

He cleared his throat.]

Again, I must offer my deepest apologies. It was wholly unbecoming of me, and not mine intent to offend. Please - [He gestured to one of the pews - if they could be called such given their curvature around the circular room.] Don't let me ward you away.

[personify]

[The way he talks makes her feel like shes been pulled back in time rather than forward. At least he's polite? She does her best to show him the same courtesy.] Thank you. Please, continue with what you were doing. I interrupted you.

[She steps further inside, her stride smaller than normal to cover up her limp. Her calf screams in protest with each step. When she sits down near the wall, she lets out a breath of relief.]

[holyhalone]

[Aymeric watched her stride, feeling a little lost. He was hardly sure of what he'd even been doing previously - praying to a goddess who might not even hear him given how far he was from their star?

As he stood there, feeling more than a little silly, he noticed the sigh of relief from Raven as she sat, and belatedly realized she'd not been walking quite right since she'd come in. Not normally one to keep prodding, concern won him over as he moved to sit beside her.]

Please - I meant to leave you alone, truly, but I noticed your gait. Are you injured?

[personify]

[Raven's eyes pop open to peer back at the man. He's concerned for her. She doesn't know what to do with concern, sympathy had always been something she'd never quite known how to handle.]

I am. But I'll be fine. I've... gotten it treated.

b. chapel

[morphogenia]

[She absolutely loves this place after dealing with doing her prayers in a cramped room for so long. The moves are much easier to complete in a proper place. Granted everyone who shows up here doesn't actually seem to worship anyone. They just want some quiet. It does make her feel a bit lonely. Kamala tries not to judge. She's not Aamir. They have the right to just come and go as they please.

When Raven comes she is the final stance, peace to the left, with her legs folded under as they rest on a sheet from her room. Her hands rests on her thighs as she tilts her head to the left.] Peace be upon you, and the mercy and blessings of Allah.

[She recites respectfully. With that, she opens her eyes. Kamala turns towards the presence in the room instinctively. It's dark, but it is plain to see a woman like her; someone who is different. That actually makes her smile in relief.] Sorry. Was I too loud?

[personify]

[While the young woman went about her prayers, Raven did her best to mind her own business. Her eyes were looking elsewhere, reading the writings on the wall instead of looking in Kamala's direction or staring. She might not be religious herself, but she knew well enough to be respectful.

Raven moves to take a seat, teeth clenching as her leg screams in protest as she lowers herself down.] No, you're alright. I don't mind. [What right did she have to mind? She's the one going to a place of worship to do something other than pray, after all.]

[morphogenia]

[Kamala moves to stand. She pauses once she's upright though. She didn't miss the way Raven clenched her teeth. She's in pain. Her face softens as she looks at her with open concern.] Are you okay? You look hurt.

[personify]

I'll be alright. I got injured before arriving here. [Her concern is actually a touch startling. Walking around as herself, she fully expected people might avoid her rather than strike up conversation. Expressing concern is just as unexpected.]

[morphogenia]

[Kamala rolls up her sheet and goes to join Raven.] I'm sorry. We don't have a proper anything around here.

[Like that's her fault somehow.]

[personify]

[Raven does look at her with a small quirk in her brow, clearly curious as to why she's apologizing for that.] That's alright. Luckily, I do heal more quickly than most.