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.]


c. wildcard!
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Comments

[personify]

Yes. I've only been here a few days. It's been a lot to take in... [She's nearly convinced she's dreaming this all, possibly in a drug induced haze in a Paris hospital.]

[rickitikitarr]

That's not an understatement.

[He agrees, with a snort.]

Have you found the important things? The gym, the mess hall- there's not too much else, actually.

[personify]

They gym will have to wait. [Walking is bad enough on her leg. Lifting weights or running is a questionable proposition.] But I've been to the mess hall.

[She's grabbed her food and made an immediate retreat from the mess hall, anyway.] The accommodations are somewhat lacking. But at least the life support works. Freezing and suffocating in the vacuum of space isn't something I care to experience.

[rickitikitarr]

The next best thing is the observation deck.

[He offers, quietly.]

Have you gone to see the stars yet? Doesn't help some much with the reeling agoraphobia, I must admit, but it's a beautiful place to sit.

[personify]

I've been out there. [She understood the agoraphobia quite well too. Raven felt stuck, trapped, but most of all she felt lost.] Space travel isn't something I ever thought I'd experience. [It was the realm of science fiction, nothing that had ever even worth considering. She'd had far more pressing concerns.] Nor wanted to. I have enough problems on the ground.

[rickitikitarr]

Me neither. I'm given to understand Earth invents it, but almost certainly not in my lifetime.

[A mild sigh.]

Kidnapping aside, I do I wish I could smoke up here.

[personify]

I lived through the space race. Sputnik. The first human space flight. The moon landing was only... four years ago. [That those mere baby steps into space might lead to this? It's remarkable, really.

Raven is so caught off guard by his admission that she barks out a laugh.] Can you not smoke in space?

[rickitikitarr]

Oh, I'd like to see them try to stop me. Except, they haven't given me any cigarettes.

[Rolling his eyes heavanwards.]

I'm from '76. Just a little ahead of you, then?

[personify]

That would make it difficult. [There's a small amused quirk on her lips, but it feels nearly foreign so it doesn't last long. The past several years had been rough to say the least. But she confesses a bit of curiosity. He's from 1976. Earth. Yet, he doesn't seem to look at her as though there's anything amiss or that he's talking to a woman with blue scaled skin and bright yellow eyes. Surely the world hadn't changed that much in the span of 3 years?]

Yes, it was 1973 before I arrived here. Where are you from? [As though that might help her understand why he's so casual about what she perceives to be the 'elephant in the room'.]

[rickitikitarr]

A bit of everywhere, but I grew up in Panang.

[He admits, and lets out a rather homesick sigh.]

I'm Ricki. [And, as she's thinking of it.] What's your name?

[Mutants, he's been told, tend to pick monikers for themselves.]

[personify]

Malaysia? [That wouldn't have been her first guess, but she knew better than anyone that looks were deceiving.

The question of her name leaves her thinking. It's not usually a complicated question for most people. Who she is. What name feels like her own. She settles on an answer finally after some amount of pause.] Mystique.

[rickitikitarr]

[Perfect, confirmation enough to make a gentle guess;]

Mystique, I don't quite- admittedly- know about all of-

[Well, a gesture, head to toe.]

-and I certainly don't meen to be overly forward, but would I be correct in thinking that you're a mutant?

[personify]

[It's not completely surprising that he asks that question, but there's a suspicion that rises up involuntarily when he asks anyway.] Why are you asking?

[rickitikitarr]

My friend Rogue is one.

[He says, right away.]

She says it's a very complicated life, especially around the time your powers turn up. I think if you were from the world she'd described, I'd want you to know no one was going to hold something like that against you here, and that I'd try to introduce you so you had someone to talk to about the whole thing. She absorbs people's- souls, energies, what have you, if you touch her skin. Extremely complicated stuff, I don't profess to understand it, but she's a very nice lady.

[personify]

I don't know her.

[But she will someday. Rogue knows her, or at least a version of her. Ricki's no way of knowing what it is he's about to walk right into.]

But she's not wrong. The life of a mutant is struggle. Hiding, fear, persecution. If you want to introduce us, that would be fine- but it's not necessary. [Raven wouldn't even be sure where to start. And she's got enough problems with the other mutants that she does know who are here. Would this other mutant be the same? She adds as an afterthought.] Unless you think it might benefit her?

[As though Raven is going to admit that she's might be feeling lonely too. Hardly.]

[rickitikitarr]

Do you know, I think it would? As friendly as I may be, she takes a lot of pride in what she's overcome. I can sympathize, but not really empathize.

[He knows full damn well that Rogue is centered and grounded and doing just fine on her own. Mystique, on the other hand, could use a little adult female guidance.

Little does he know, of course.]

There are a few of you on board, but she's the only one I'm friendly with.

[personify]

[Raven might look young, but in reality she's a year away from being 40. It's a mistake Charles made all the time too before she'd left him, treating her as though she were a child when only a few scant years separated them. Her powers made her age so slowly. If she'd age at all now.]

I know some of the other mutants that are here. [Erik, Charles, Hank- What were they to her now? She doesn't really even know, so she doesn't say.] If she wants to meet me, that's alright. But, I-

[But, what?]

I don't think I'd be very good company.

[rickitikitarr]

You've been perfectly pleasant with me so far.

[He reasons, a bit matter of factly.]

But I'll leave it up to you, of course. There are plenty of- what's the alternative to being a mutant? It can't be 'human,' that doesn't really make sense.

[personify]

Probably because you're good company and I'm too hopped up on space painkillers to be mean. [It's mostly a joke, enough that there is a smile on her lips.]

Human. That's fine. Or 'normal', I suppose. [She says 'normal' with some amount of distaste. As a child, what she wouldn't have given to be normal.]

[rickitikitarr]

Those both sound terrible.

[Muses Ricki, quietly.]

But, human I can live with. Especially if you tell me more about how you found those space painkillers, I'm always three minutes away from my next major catastrophe.

[personify]

It's only what I've found in the first aid kits. So it's not nearly as strong as I'd like it to be. [Although she's taking far more than the prescribed amounts. Apologies to her kidneys.] Aided with what little alcohol there's to be found on this ship.

[rickitikitarr]

Sounds like fun.

[Says Ricki, dryly, with a slightly more worried look.]

Should you find somewhere to sit down and stay down?

[personify]

I have my quarters. [She says, trying her best to shrug off his concern. Hard to do when she is actually in a lot of pain.] There's only so much resting I can do.

[She can't spend too much time in her room, left to her thoughts. Thinking on how she'd failed to kill Trask. That she's stuck here, while that monster of a man is still back in 1973, alive and well.]

[rickitikitarr]

I'm a bad patient too.

[He confesses;]

I'm always far too impatient to sit still.

[personify]

I already feel trapped enough on this ship. Staying in my room is even worse.

[She feels the walls closing in on her, it's suffocating.]

Do you get injured often?