The Roof, Monday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

After class, Raven retreated to the roof. She was still completely out of sorts from being a dominatrix over the weekend and punishing and whipping her "clients." She needed some hardcore meditation to re-center herself.

Wait, hardcore was probably not the word she was looking for.

Jack, at least, was being a perfect gentleman about things, which made it much easier to deal with. Two of the men were strangers, so hopefully she would never see them again. Which mostly just left Dinah, Aphrodite, Hannibal, Max, any lingering weirdness with Joan...and Merlin. The memory of how he'd looked at her made her shudder.

On the bright side, she hadn't misused her powers again, right?


[ooc: open like a rooftop on a chilly afternoon.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had actually been out looking for other distressed people, having coped with Priestly already, and teased Merlin. Just a little.

Hello to the next bit of Awkward. "Hey, Raven."

[trigons_child]

Raven was sitting cross-legged near the garden, lost in though, but she looked up at Dinah's voice. And blushed. "Hello, Dinah," she said.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah sat down next to her, imitating her posture, and said, "I could get you a pizza, if that would help? That's what I did for Priestly." Because, wow. Mistress Raven. Nope. Wasn't going to stop being boggle-worthy any time soon.

[trigons_child]

"I do not understand what came over me," Raven said softly. "But I apologize for what I said to you. That was not truly me."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I know." Dinah bumped her shoulder against Raven's, dropping her internal shields a bit so Raven would know she was telling the truth. "And you don't have to apologize, 'cause, well, not-you." Her lips twitched. "From one angle, that was ... kinda flattering. Not an insult, you know?"

[trigons_child]

"You were entirely yourself?" Raven asked, relaxing a little. "So many I encountered were clearly not." She shook her head. "I am just glad that Professor Skywalker did not see me." Not that he would've known her himself, but she didn't know that part yet.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I lucked out. Somehow. Guess after truth days and singing days and little kid days, the Island decided to give me a break." She smiled and shook her head. "Honestly, nobody has room to throw stones anyway, Raven. I went to the world's weirdest overdramatic wedding over the weekend." Dinah tilted her head, remembering her concerns about Raven when she ran into her. "It didn't get... um." Flail. Greeeat.

[trigons_child]

"What did not get what?" Raven said, confused by the lack of segue between the wedding and the question. And because the mun was giggling about being difficult.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Wench. More so than the character.

"You're okay?" Dinah finally managed to blurt. "You didn't get hurt or... anything. While you were being all. Um. Professional?"

[oops-mbad.livejournal.com]

Diana has been listening to radio all weekend (and had kept copies for later) so she figured finding her roommate at some point might be a good thing. She just didn't expect to have to go all the way up to the roof. "Hey."

[trigons_child]

"I am well," Raven said slowly. "Physically. I think."

[trigons_child]

"Hello, Diana," Raven said. She didn't remember seeing her roommate at all over the weekend, so she had no idea what her state of mind might be. "Are you well?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Whew. That's good." Especially considering how some Skywalker got shot and all. "Aside from the inevitable mortification, how're you doing?"

[oops-mbad.livejournal.com]

Diana was probably one of the few non-traumatized people running around. "Yeah, weekended didn't affect me. How are you?"

[trigons_child]

"I have spoken to one of my...clients," Raven said, ducking her head. "He is being a gentleman about it, which I appreciate. I came up her to try to recenter myself and see if I could determine where...whoever I was came from. I think perhaps my fear of losing control."

[trigons_child]

"You are fortunate," Raven said, just a tiny bit jealous. "I am myself again, thankfully."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I can imagine." This wasn't the kind of thing you could tease about too much. "It might have nothing to do with you, you know. Just a random tide of weird. Priestly ended up as a voice inside Dean Winchester's head."

[trigons_child]

"Perhaps," Raven mused. "I am not certain if random weirdness would make me feel better or not. Part of me wishes to have some sort of explanation, but another part is pleased to think that...she is not inside me somewhere."

[oops-mbad.livejournal.com]

"That's good to hear." Diana said, agreeing with the first comment. "You okay? Need anything?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"It's not like, a bad thing," Dinah said tentatively. "I mean. Not you, but not wrong." She wasn't sure that was much help. "I can sympathize with the control thing, though." A lot.

[trigons_child]

Raven managed a half-smile. "I believe the term is 'brain bleach'?"

[oops-mbad.livejournal.com]

Diana nodded. "Brain bleach. People usually use alcohol instead. Or large quantities of chocolate."

[trigons_child]

"I was not abusing my powers, at least," Raven said. "Though I used them to some extent to sense what others wanted. If they had been as twisted as the person I was, however...it could have been very bad."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda had gotten off light with the whole Soap Opera thing. Well unless you count being prepared to stab Jack multiple times and toss him off the roof. Because there was a vibe of him being prepared to do the same to her.

But nothing had really happened so...

"Hey Rachel."

[trigons_child]

"I do not drink alcohol," Raven said. "It does not have a good effect upon me. Chocolate might help, though."