trigons_child: (Comic Scan: Sad)
Raven was glad that Karla was finally able to visit her; she'd been sorely in need of some quality Karla time. She'd met her in the dorm lobby to get her signed in as her guest, then brought her upstairs to her room, one half of which was very black and incense and Raven-y, the other half being more like a typical college student's dorm room. "I suppose I could have merely teleported you directly to my room, for my roommate is gone for the rest of the week, but I have been trying to hard to do things as if I do not have powers, I did not even think of it," she said apologetically.

She sat down on the edge of her bed and gave Karla a tired smile. "Thank you for coming," she said. "It is so very good to see you."

Cut for pre-play, where Raven has Issues and Karla plays therapist. )
trigons_child: (Pensive)
Raven hadn't been feeling well for the past few days. She didn't get sick; her Soul-Self protected her from earthly illnesses, so she blamed it on stress and unwelcome news from Fandom. Eric had wanted to go out that evening, but she'd called him to leave a message that she would not be able to do so. She felt too tired, and too cold. No matter how many blankets she wrapped around herself she just couldn't seem to get warm. If the feeling didn't fade by the weekend, she told herself she'd call Karla to see if she could sense if something was truly wrong with her.

[For the creeper.]
trigons_child: (Quiet 2)
Raven had fallen into the habit of going to the university library on Sundays, a hold-over from her time in Fandom. It was quiet and mostly empty then, and it let her focus on her school work. (And occasionally browse for any new Rumor Gal fanfic.) She'd been working on a paper for one of her classes when the laptop screen abruptly turned blue and flashed some sort of cryptic error message. "No, no," she said, at a loss at what to do. She'd grown comfortable using the laptop over the years, but she didn't know much about troubleshooting.

In which Raven really needs to learn better how to deal with creepers. )

[Establishy but open for text/phone calls/anyone who happens to be on the Gotham U campus.]
trigons_child: (Studying)
The good thing about not declaring at major at Gotham University meant Raven could pretty much take any course that caught her eye. This morning she had "Charms, Rituals and Speech Acts: Theories of Magic in Performance," and she settled in for the lecture, welcoming something to focus on other than Fandom and Triela (and the headache she'd gotten from shielding out all the drunken partying in the dorms last night for some sort of sporting event -- she'd been so terribly confused at first at people hollering out her name).

The room was large enough to allow her to sit by herself as she generally preferred, and she was surprised when someone actually sat down right next to her. And even more surprised when the person said, "Hey, gorgeous."

Raven glanced up from her notes. The owner of the voice was someone she'd seen in class before, usually cozied up to another female student. He looked to be a few years older than her, a senior perhaps, with dark hair that reached his shoulders and blue eyes that -- and she'd tell herself she was silly for thinking that later -- for a moment seemed to see right into her soul. "Hello," she said, unable to help but blush a little.

"You always look like you take good notes," he said, grinning at her. "I missed the last class because I was sick. Can I borrow yours and copy them?"

She had to fight an instinctive urge to ask him if he wanted her to heal away any lingering illness. No one at Gotham University but Dinah knew she could do that. "My notes? I -- yes, of course, I would be happy to assist you in learning what you missed," she said.

"Is that an offer to tutor me?" he said, grin growing. "Because I don't know if I'd be able to focus on studying with someone as hot as you teaching me."

Raven blushed even more and ducked her head, focusing on flipping through her notes to hide the redness of her cheeks. "I believe this is what you require," she said, pulling out what she'd written down during the last lecture. "Please return them to me at our next class."

"Sure, thanks, babe," he said. "Your name's Raven, right?" At her nod, he caught one of her hands in his and lifted it to his lips. "Eric Forrester," he said, kissing the back of her fingers.

"It is nice to meet you," Raven said, flustered by his attention as she pulled her hand back. She was relieved when he got up and moved to another seat a few rows behind her. Then the professor began class, and she put it all out of her mind.

[Establishy but open for text/phone calls/anyone who happens to be on the Gotham U campus.]


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