Room 509, early Wednesday evening

[trigons_child]

After Magic Reserves, Raven retreated to her room to meditate. She thought she had buried the part of her that longed so much for love, but apparently not deep enough, and she was projecting her desires again. It at least had made sense when she had affected Jono, and even somewhat so for projecting on her fellow students, but Max? First of all, he was a teacher. Secondly, she still panicked a little around him because of what his vampire self had done to her. She would never want to encourage his affections, but he'd professed his love in the park. Katchoo made more sense than Max, and she made no sense at all.

Raven sat cross-legged on her bed, calling on her Azarathian training to purge herself of the wayward desire, and on the training Anakin had given her to shield herself and stop projecting. She had no idea neither were necessary.

[ooc: for a special delivery or two. Door is closed but not locked; post is open.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Knock knock knock knock knock, knock knock!

It's a good thing Dinah had TK to lift all these flowers, which were following her in a conga line down the hall. And a little onto the stairs. "Delivery! Hi Raven!"

[glacial_queen]

After coming back from the woods with Mat, Karla had headed up to the roof again, but paused at the sixth floor, unwilling to really go on. Without Mat being there, she really was in to mood to socialize. She turned to head back to her room, but was arrested by the scent of flowers.

Which made her think of Raven. Which made the floor shift under feet again and a wave of confusion overtake her. When she steadied herself, her mind was once again fixed upon a single point: Raven.

She was knocking at Raven's door just a few moments later, giddy with hope and excitement and burgeoning love. "Kiss kiss!" she called.