'Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday morning

[trigons_child]

'Dite's backroom was back to normal and no longer looked like a dominatrix's dungeon. Not that the two occupants of the room, Raven and Joan, noticed, because they were snuggled under a blanket on the floor, fast asleep.


[For the other snuggler or the owner of the place if she should show up, whomever decides to ping first. ;) ]

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[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

The floor of the back room wasn't exactly the most comfortable place to sleep and Joan began to stir, wondering why exactly it was that her neck was so sore.

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Raven began to stir as well. It quickly began to sink in that she wasn't in her bed; the floor was definitely not as soft. What was soft, however, was the body beside her.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Mmmhmm.

Soft and warm and... wait. Liir did not have breasts.

Joan bolted upright and tried to figure out where the hell she was. Memories of the weekend started to seep into her sleep-addled brain.

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Joan's confusion jolted Raven awake, and she sat up as well, staring at Joan, remembering last night and the rest of the weekend. Her mouth opened but nothing coherent was coming out yet.

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Joan stared back, eyes wide. "Did we really..." she clamped one hand over her mouth, unable to get the words out and gestured vaguely between them with the other hand.

[trigons_child]

"Perhaps it was just a dream?" Raven said hopefully, looking around. The room didn't look like she remembered from last night. And she wasn't wearing leather boots and a corset. She peeked under the blanket. Actually, she wasn't wearing much at all.

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Joan was realizing how little she was wearing as well. "Uh... we can go with that," she said.

Wait. She patted her hair. "Is my hair still red?"

[trigons_child]

"You look like yourself," Raven said, though she was averting her eyes too much to look very hard. She was, however, reaching out empathically to see if Joan was at all harmed by last night's...activities.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Mostly Raven would pick up confusion from Joan because she hadn't thought she was really into girls. There was also a bit of embarrassment over the way she had acted and a touch of anxiety that people might figure out the God thing wasn't such a huge stretch, even though she wasn't so pious normally.

She focused on finding her clothes, however, because that would make things slightly less awkward.

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Clothes. Clothes were very good. Hiding in her room might be good, too, except she wasn't sure what might be in the closet, thanks to Diana.

"I can bring us right back to the dorms, if you wish," she offered. Not awkwardly. At all.

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"That would be great," Joan agreed.

Then she remembered Penelope's wedding. That she and her evil twin had interrupted. Oh lord.

"At least we weren't the only ones who went crazy," she offered.

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Judging by her customers? Not at all.

"You may feel a little cold," Raven warned Joan. "But it will be fast, and it will not harm you. Closing your eyes may make it easier."

Teleportation. Avoiding the walk of shame for the win!

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan nodded. "You've teleported me before," she said. "A couple times."

Of course, touching this time might be more awkward.

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Raven laughed a little. "I am sorry, I did not remember," she said. Probably because she was so flustered and not because her mun had a memory like a sieve.

Fortunately, she didn't have to touch, at least not with her hands. Her Soul-Self rose from her shoulders and enveloped both of them, transporting them in seconds to hallway outside Joan's room.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Joan said. "So, uh, guess I'll see you later."

[trigons_child]

Raven nodded. "Yes, later," she said, hoping things would not become awkward between them.