Room 509, Monday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

Without classes Monday, Raven kept to her room to study and meditate because that's how she rolled. But where she usually found peace and tranquility was instead a nightmare of horrific images of Fandom and the mainland shattered and destroyed, the people twisted and frozen in stone, silently screaming in agony. And those dearest to her lay dead at her feet, or worse yet, kneeling in servitude to her, their eyes red and empty of any hint of a soul.

And over it all, the sound of her father's laughter.

She snapped out of her trance, shaking with fear, then got up and stumbled over to her dresser to stare at her face in the mirror. She felt a surge of relief that she only had two blue eyes and that there weren't four red ones looking back at her. She had dark circles under those eyes from a lack of restful sleep lately, but that could be easily hidden with makeup. Because she was fine. Really. Things were going well, and she'd just had a bad dream. And the lingering soreness in her right side from healing Jacob and the pain in her neck from healing Sookie was just her imagination, leftover stress from Kaeleer. It would soon pass.

Because she was fine. Really.


[ooc: door is cracked, post is open. If you're sensitive to such things, it's OK to pick up on unpleasant vibes coming from the room before Raven locked it down, la. And yes, she's being an idiot. *sighs*]

Comments

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi had spent the weekend catching up on Rumor Gal episodes and wondering how the show had managed to go downhill so quickly. She finally decided to call the most devoted fan she knew to see what Raven thought of the current season.

As she waited for Raven to answer the phone, Hoshi wondered if it was even worth watching the two most recent episodes.

[trigons_child]

Raven jumped at the sound of her phone, but picked it up and saw that the caller ID identified it as Hoshi. Relaxing, she sat down on her bed and answered. "Hello, Hoshi," she said. "How are you?"

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty good. It was a shame I didn't get to see you when I was in Fandom a few weeks ago, but it was a pretty short trip while I waiting on Portalocity to straighten out their mess," said Hoshi. "How have you been?

[trigons_child]

"There were some difficulties to deal with in both Karla's and Sookie's homes," Raven said, showing a gift for understatement. "But they are dealt with now, and things have been good. Very good." She couldn't help but smile, thinking of Jono.

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

"Very good, or very, very good?" asked Hoshi, picking up something slightly different in Raven's intonation. It was good to have such sensitive ears.

[trigons_child]

"Very good," Raven repeated, starting to blush now. "But I hope that one day it will be very, very good." She paused, trying to figure out how to best explain, then asked, "Were you affected at all the week before last by the strong need for physical gratification?"

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

"Yes, and it was just awful!" said Hoshi, groaning. "I was scheduled to meet Captain Archer before the whole thing started, and it was extremely difficult to keep my hands off him."

[trigons_child]

"It was most uncomfortable for me at first, since I had to work so hard to shield out the feelings of others," Raven said. "But it was not entirely unpleasant, since because of it, Jono and I...."

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

"Oh," said Hoshi, breaking into a smile. "I am happy for both of you. I never got to know Jono very well, but he seems like a good person."

[trigons_child]

"He is," Raven agreed with a sigh. "I have cared for him for some time, and I know he is still mourning Didi, but he does care for me and we went out on a date Friday to Gotham, my Gotham, and it was wonderful and we were not attacked by the Brotherhood of Evil this time."

Breathe, Raven, breathe.

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

"Dating is difficult enough without having to worry about getting attacked," said Hoshi. "But I'm glad that you had a good time. Do you and Jono have plans for the holidays?"

[trigons_child]

"I do not," Raven said. "I know they are planning a meal on the island, so I will likely visit there. But since it is a holiday devoted to eating, and one that is specific to America, I will have to think of something pleasant to do if Jono is being moody."

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

"I understand," said Hoshi. "My university is in a country that doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving, so I have class anyway. Besides, Hurley hasn't been returning my phone calls, so I don't want to drop in there without an invitation. I might just have dinner with some of my American classmates."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby was not in the least bit sensitive to psychic vibes (other than those directed specifically at him), so it was not picking up on any unpleasantness that drew him to Raven's room. Rather, it was just a matter of wanting to check up on- and thank- a friend.

"Raven, you in?" he called, knocking on the door.

[trigons_child]

Raven hastily composed herself, then sat down on her bed. "Yes, Bobby, come in," she said, putting a smile on her face.

[longislandiceme]

"I come bearing pie," he announced, holding up said slice of pie that he'd liberated from Food class.

[trigons_child]

Her smile grew more genuine. "What kind is it?" she asked. "Did you make it?"

[longislandiceme]

"Pumpkin," he informed her. "And if I were to give you pie I made, I'm pretty sure that'd make me a terrible friend," he winked at her. Unlike a certain Queen they both knew, Bobby owned his lack of cooking skills. "I got it from my class about food."

[trigons_child]

"If you poisoned me, I could heal it away," Raven teased. "Please, sit down. Did you bring forks so we could share?"

[longislandiceme]

"Ta da!" Bobby singsonged, holding up a couple of forks as he handed the plate over to Raven. "I am always prepared when it comes to food."

[trigons_child]

"Is that why Kennedy calls you a Boy Scout?" Raven smiled.

[longislandiceme]

Bobby rolled his eyes a bit at the nickname. "I'm so not a Boy Scout," he informed Raven. "I don't even remember how that got started."

[trigons_child]

"I was led to believe that they were always prepared," Raven said. "Perhaps you are only a Food Boy Scout."

[longislandiceme]

"Delivering pie and keeping your sodas chilled," Bobby intoned, and then he frowned slightly. "...Not that I brought any sodas." Although now he was kind of wishing he had.

[trigons_child]

"I can make tea," Raven offered. "I have many different flavors." Except Long Island, of course.