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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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.]

[why_me]

[ He's disappointed to discover that his shadow has no better luck going through some of the locked doors than anything else he seems to be able to do against the station materials itself. It takes a moment or two to draw back into him, and once he has, he opens his eyes and looks over at her, curious that she just sort of looks interested as opposed to anything else. ]

Sorry. I know it's a little... creepy.

[personify]

It's not. [Raven assures him. If anything it relaxes her, a feeling of home. Is he a mutant too?] What was that you were doing?

[why_me]

Something my grandfather showed me how to do when I was younger. You sort of [ and he mime sticking his hand into something and wiggling the fingers ] like a puppet, only with your own shadow. You put yourself inside of it and tell it what to do.

Sometimes, it can get you places you couldn't go otherwise, though this place has some oddities to it that won't let the shadow through any doors.

[personify]

You talk like anyone could do such a thing provided they put their mind to it. [Raven's fairly certain manipulating her own shadow is outside the realm of her skills.]

[why_me]

From how it was explained to me, just about anyone could. But there are certain people for whom it's significantly easier and others for whom it's harder.

[personify]

Is there a certain kind of person that have more luck with it? [Someone who could already shift their own physical body, for instance?]

[why_me]

Yes and no.

[ He sits forward a little. ]

I know I can do it, my Grandfather, my Aunt, Durnik... the rest of the disciples of Aldur, of course. But there are others on my world who can do it as well. I'm not sure what the quality would be, honestly.

[ He pauses a little before- ]

Are you curious to know if you could?

[personify]

It crossed my mind. [Raven admits.] But somehow I doubt that I can. I'm just not going to discount the possibility out of hand.

[why_me]

I actually think that's part of it. The ability to believe it might be possible.

[ He's actually pretty sure it's the most important thing, but he's not sure how to convey that. ]

And it's never a good idea to dismiss possibilities out of hand. More things are possible than people realize.

[personify]

I believe quite a bit is possible. I've seen my fair share of supposedly impossible things. [Herself included.]

I have my own set of unique skills for one thing. Not things anyone could learn, I've never met anyone like me. [She's sure there's other shapeshifters out there, she's just never met any.]

[why_me]

Do you mean you've seen things that aren't possible... or things that people thought weren't possible before they happened?

[ He's not trying to be annoying, he's actually curious. ]

And would you mind if I asked what you can do?

[personify]

The latter. [She clarifies, with only a slight roll of her eyes.

Raven takes in a tentative breath. Really, she'd be better off saying nothing at all. Perhaps keeping her powers to herself might prove useful, if she needs to disappear. But, no, she doesn't think it will come to that.] I'm a shapeshifter. I can look like anyone.

[why_me]

[ The roll of her eyes produces a lopsided smile on him, mostly because yes, go ahead, make fun. But there's importance in the differences in such things!

When she answers, he frowns thoughtfully.]

You know, I'd never thought of trying that. [ He won't make her wait for what he means. ] Trying to look like someone else. I usually just turn into a hawk or a wolf.

[ He glances back at her. ]

Is it odd? To look like someone else instead of yourself?

[personify]

[His response is obviously not what she expected and the shock is apparent.] You can change shape too?

I can only take the shape of people or perhaps a statue, something humanoid in shape. Not animals. [She does wish she could.]

It's not so odd, but I've been doing it since I was a child. It's like walking, something I learned so long ago I don't give much thought to how it feels or the steps that got me there.

[why_me]

Have you ever tried?

[ His tone is more one of curiosity; he doesn't know how her abilities work so he can't be sure whether it had occurred to her. After all, there was all sorts of things he could do and he knew about them because someone had told him to do it. Others, because they needed doing.]

But yes. I know how to turn into a wolf and a hawk. And I think I could probably do a bunny if pressed but I've never tried it.

[personify]

I have tried. Not recently. But I also always maintain by current weight. So no matter the shape I take I'll always weigh the same. Just different density. So even if I could shapeshift into a bird, I might not be able to fly. And there's only so small I can go.

[She's always wondered though, what it might feel like to fly.]

[why_me]

I asked my grandfather about that once. The weight. Apparently, the way we do it, we either take it or store it in a sort of... place that's not quite a place when we shift into something larger or smaller.

I've actually been as tall as a mountain once. Though I can't recommend it.

[personify]

My abilities don't work like that. They're more constrained. [She's not jealous or anything so childish, just pointing out the facts.]

A mountain. [Her yellow eyes are wide.] Why did you need to be that large? Were you fighting something? Someone?

[why_me]

[ He didn't take it any other way than matter-of-fact. After all, in his experienced, great ability comes with great responsibility. Being able to do what he can do has never been the most helpful thing to most of his own goals.]

Fighting a god, actually.

It wasn't really my idea.