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The Roof, Wednesday Afternoon

With the reserve meeting canceled, after her morning class Raven retreated to the roof to meditate. She was still on edge after what had happened last night. She'd kept enough control to not turn on her friends, but her demon side had been far too easily provoked by Karla's life being in danger.

And the lust. Awkward didn't begin to describe it. Meditation was desperately called for.

She sat cross-legged near the garden, eyes closed as she sank into a light trance. She was still aware enough of her surroundings that she'd hear if someone else came up on the roof. The sun was bright and it was almost 100°F out, but she was able to heal any damage the sun did to her skin immediately. Who needed sunscreen?

She was also wondering how she was going to explain all of this to Anakin tomorrow without mentioning the word "orgy."

[ooc: Open like an open roof!]

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"Wasn't asking for shop talk," Kennedy objected, although Tara the guinea pig seemed somewhat interested. "I mean, come on, less than fun experience and all? I need some space between me and the details, and by space I mean time."

"I apologize," Raven said quickly. "Yes. It was less than fun, as you say."

Kennedy waved a hand. "It's no big, really. Just that stuff goes over my head." She was vaguely distracted by the thought that Karla and Raven would be kind of really cute together.

A moment of distraction ensued when Tara started nosing at her finger and Kennedy bopped that nose lightly before digging a treat out of her pocket for the guinea pig to nibble on. "You did good," Kennedy said finally. "Saved all our asses there."

"I could not have done it without the rest of you," Raven said. Particularly the maenad's violent end, which still made her shudder. "And I am glad Bobby was there to...cool me off."

Yeah. Kennedy wasn't bringing up Karla's flamboyantly bloody display, or it'd let on just how much it had grossed her out.

"Boy Scout's useful that way."

"I am worried about him and Sookie," Raven said, frowning a little. "I did not like the way the vampire acted as if he owned Sookie, but I am glad Bobby is with her at least."

"Yeah, how creeptastic was that?" Kennedy directed a glare at no one in particular. "This is me, totally not thrilled by it. If he tries anything with her, I'm portaling back there to stake him myself."

Oh, sure you were, Kennedy.

"If we do not hear from her that all is well, I will teleport you there myself," Raven said firmly. She knew Sookie trusted Eric, but still. Vampire.

Don't encourage her, Raven.

Because yeah. Vampire.

"I've kinda been watching my phone like crazy?"

"As have I," Raven said, nodding. "When do you think it is reasonable to worry? More, I mean."

"Give them until tomorrow night, then worry is excusable," Kennedy decided, more or less at random. "But you know? I kind of already am."

Tara, burrowing under her hand, seemed to agree.

"That is why I said worry more," Raven agreed. "I have felt anxious ever since we returned and left them in Louisiana."

"Because neither of them can ever take a trip home without coming back looking like a tenderized pound of filet mignon?" Kennedy concluded for her.

Kennedy. Not helping.

"The last time Sookie was injured it was because of the maenad, and she is not a threat now, at least," Raven fretted. "But I wish I knew more of this thing Eric needed done. Then perhaps I would worry ~~more~~ less."

"I am so not thrilled about him all 'I'm loaning you to a friend of mine!'" Kennedy bitched. "Like she's somebody's town car or something."

See, most people would go for the lawnmower analogy. That Kennedy opted for this one said something about her.

Town car, lawnmower, it was all the same to Raven. "Yes," she said fiercely. "She is a person, not an object to be passed around. His words displeased me greatly."

That was because Raven had never tried to get busy in the back seat of a town car and therefore wouldn't think of the fact that you couldn't do that with a lawnmower. (Well, maybe one of the riding mowers, but wow, uncomfortable.)

"He untied us and all that, but I'm not sure how much that balances out against the rest of it."

Raven could safely say that had never occurred to her, yes. God, Kennedy.

"I did not sense malice from him, at least," she said. "With other vampires, the hunger and cruelty have been overwhelming."

It wouldn't have occurred to her because she didn't have Kennedy's lack of inhibition about these things. God, Raven.

"Remind me never to let you visit my world, then," Kennedy remarked. "With the whole lack-of-a-soul issue you'd go a little nuts."

Also, even if Kennedy didn't know it, the last thing anybody needed was for Raven to meet Angel or Spike. God, Raven.

Raven frowned at that. "The vampires in your world, they are like the ones in the other Fandom?" she said. "Soulless, no remorse and no compassion?"

She'd probably like Angel at least.

"The one you guys had to deal with before I got here?" Kennedy... didn't envy them that any more, actually, not that she realized it until she asked the question. "Yeah. Their faces change when they vamp out and stuff?"

She would. GOD, RAVEN.

Raven nodded. "They did, yes," she said, "and you are right. I would not handle that well. I was overwhelmed and Professor Skywalker was forced to slay me."

She totally got better though!

"Seriously?" Kennedy yelped, loud enough to startle her poor guinea pig girlfriend, who scurried off her lap to hide behind the planter. She groaned and rubbed a hand over her face. "Oh, my god, can we not make a pattern out of this? 'cause I really don't ever want to have to possibly kill you. Me or anyone else."

"I am much stronger now," Raven said in hasty reassurance. "I was new to Fandom then, and ill-prepared for the onslaught of horror in that world. I lost complete control, but it will not happen again." Apparently, so long as Karla was around to kiss her.

She held out a hand to Tara-the-guinea-pig. "It is all right, please come back, Tara," she said.

"I think we have a pretty foolproof method of keeping that in check now," Kennedy teased her. (She was still halfway convinced the whole explanation was largely a coverup excuse for smoochies.)

Tara poked her head back out from behind the planter and looked at Raven, then back at Kennedy with a mildly reproachful, yet indulgent look as if to say stop being so excitable. It worked, anyway; Kennedy looked almost chastised, and tucked her hands in her lap. Apparently that was good enough, and Tara the guinea pig came back out to curl up on the ground between them.

Kennedy'd met the Azarathians, so-- "I can see how it'd be a shock, though."

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