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

[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.

[personify]

[Raven's just going to stare at him blankly trying to process and unpack that sentence. A god.]

A real God? Or just someone so powerful they might be considered God-like? [Look, she's a skeptical woman.]

[why_me]

A God.

[ There's a finality to his tone as he talks about it, but no boasting. There's not even satisfaction. The whole thing had been necessary, even Necessary, but it certainly hadn't been anything he wanted to do. And after having read the Ashabine Oracles, it had only become a sadness. ]

It was necessary. But I'll admit, I don't really like going into it.

[personify]

Understood. I don't mind. I like my privacy too. [Very much so. There were so many things she'd no intention of ever telling anyone. And the fact that Charles could read her thoughts had always made her endlessly protective her own secrets she's not going to begrudge this man his.]

[why_me]

Less privacy and more a desire not to discuss it. It's not something I take lightly, to be honest.

[ He's got an open and honest face, which is true of him most of the time. Not always, but more often than not.]

[personify]

I can see how it would be. [Fighting a god is hardly a small thing.

Raven will try to change the subject.] Have you had much cause to use your powers here? I'm still not sure what to make of this space station.

[why_me]

I've taken to wandering around as a wolf from time to time. It's how I prefer to sleep, considering.

[ Considering the fact that he doesn't have his wife here, that his bed is empty and cold and lonely, and that he'd rather curl up somewhere than pretend like he could sleep otherwise.]

[personify]

Considering? [She tilts her head a bit at that phrasing choice.] Is it more comfortable? [It did seem like dogs could sleep just about anywhere, she supposed.]

[why_me]

Considering my wife isn't here, thankfully. And a 'space station' isn't exactly what I'm used to, when it comes to living spaces.

[ He can't help a faintly wistful smile.]

Your hair actually makes me think of her a little. Though she's closer to green than blue.

[personify]

[That had to be hard, stuck in this place without her. Although Raven's stuck here with people she did love and would rather she weren't.

Raven's a touch unsure about the comparison, being compared to the man's wife. But more surprised to hear what she looked like.] Really? Is that something that's common where you're from? Green skin?

Blue isn't exactly common on my world. [Unfortunately.]

[why_me]

It is for a dryad. Which is what she is.

[ He wobbles a hand, though. ]

It's more of a green tint, though. Not quite the color you are, not to be rude.

It vexes her often enough when she's trying to pick out dress colors, though.