The Roof, Tuesday night

[trigons_child]

Raven was still unsettled by her meeting with Sherlock earlier that day, so when she came home from work she headed up to her usual spot on the roof to meditate. She knew she should let mere words upset her so much, especially when they came from a sociopath stranger. Sitting cross-legged on the roof near the garden, she closed her eyes and let herself sink into a light trance, trying to calm herself down and forget about what the unpleasant man had said. The evening was very pleasant, at least, and the moon was lovely and full.


[Open roof is ooopen.]

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"And neither of you know how to pick a lock? That's a shame," Bruce said. "I've managed to get up here alone a couple times. That's a pretty poor success rate since January, though. I should probably just be prepared for people."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Probably," Quinn agreed. "... why would I know how to pick a lock?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"For situations like that," Bruce answered logically.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn had to give that to him, and she shrugged one shoulder, accepting his logic. "Do you get locked into and out of places a lot? I really don't."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"No, but it never hurts to be prepared," Bruce said.