Raven

Raven had run into Dinah after visiting Karla and was of course excited to see her friend was back. She told Dinah where her own alcove was and asked her to come by after she was done speaking to Karla, then went to pack up her belongings to prepare for moving back to the dorms. And possibly read some fanfic.


[For blondecanary first, but open after that. Unless for some reason Dinah quietly murders Raven in her alcove, but I don't see that happening. *shifty look*]

Raven was frowning at her laptop, trying to figure out why the people in this strange online forum were so passionate about the fictional characters of Rumor Gal to the extent that they seemed to sincerely want one of them to "die in a fire" (she had to look up with DIAF meant, and while she agreed that she did not like the character, wishing such harm upon her seemed very extreme) when she heard the skittering noise along with a sudden looming sense of mindless rage. She quickly set aside the laptop and looked around to find the source. In the entrance to her alcove was a crumpled pair of pants that most certainly did not belong to her, for all of her clothes were always clean and mended and neatly folded (of course), but surely that could not be what she sensed.

Then the pants moved, rearing up and lurching toward her and radiating the desire to inflict pain. "I have done nothing to harm you," Raven said, staring at it. "Why do you wish to hurt me?" The pants did not reply and continued to inch closer. "Very well," Raven sighed and reached out with her gifts to take from it its anger, and for a moment as the rage became hers, she understood the source. This poor pair of pants wanted nothing more than to be worn and fit snugly yet comfortably around the hips and thighs of its owner (Raven hastily avoided dwelling on those somewhat amorous feelings, lest she be overcome and filled with the urge to find the owner of the pants and hug them around the waist), but had been abandoned, dirty and wrinkled, in a corner for over a week now.

The pants deflated as the rage left them, and Raven stood up to walk over to them and gingerly pick them up, holding them at arm's length. She peered out into the common area of the cabin and found a convenient tub of soapy water there. After dunking the pants in and scrubbing them until she was certain they were clean, she left them to dry over the back of a chair with a note that read "To whomever these pants belong, they are very sad they have not been able to be worn and angry at being left alone and dirty. Please treat your clothing better in the future, for these feelings caused them to almost attack me. ~ Raven"

[OOC: open if you want to poke the empath or claim the pants. ;) ]