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3rd Floor Common Room | Tuesday Afternoon

Ronan missed his car. It used to be so easy to stomp his way out of Monmouth and get into the BMW and take off. He could find a drag race somewhere outside of town and take the money of every single child that showed up and then come back with Gansey none the wiser.

Gansey had always known though. But, that wasn't really possible here. The room was too small to stay in so Ronan had reluctantly come down to the common room to see what was going on. He flipped on the television but didn't pay any attention to it.

Nope, he was there to see what he could find for Chainsaw, the black raven that was currently sitting on his shoulder. Chainsaw seemed to be taken with new surroundings but not enough to fly away.

"What do you want?" Ronan asked in a voice that was a lot softer than the one he usually used. "Hungry?"

Chainsaw squawked, "Kerah," which was her name for Ronan and flapped her fingers.

"Okay, let's find something."

The kitchen seemed to be decently stocked so he'd just steal something for the both of them.

[Open place, open post.]

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"I think the more accepted term is 'warn'," Raven said. "Sometimes people randomly turn into animals. It hasn't happened to me at all," her transformations were anything but random, "but you hear about it on the radio every now and again."

Ronan peered at her in an attempt to figure out if she was putting him on. Didn't seem like it but still. Ronan wasn't really going to believe it till he saw it. And he hoped he didn't see it.

"Why's that happen?" he asked her. "Transformations."

Raven shrugged. "No idea. I think that's part of what makes them 'random'."

"This place is an acid trip." Kavinsky would love it. He was quiet for a few seconds. He thought about just falling into silence but decided against it. Without Gansey or Parrish or even Noah, he'd end up talking to Chainsaw if he ignored everyone. And that just seemed a little too crazy. "You been here long? Seems like a place people would get tired of after a week."

It was small and full of stairs and surrounded by nothing but water.

"About a year and a half," Raven said. "I like it. People are so used to things being weird that the only funny looks you get are from the new kids."

"Speaking from experience when it comes to weird looks?" he had to wonder based on her phrasing there. Chainsaw hopped off Ronan's shoulder and started walking around on the counter.

Raven nodded. "I'm a shapeshifter," she said -- and she was not yet over how weird and amazing it was to just say that all casual like that. "Back home, that kind of thing makes people run away screaming. Around here the worst I've gotten is the occasional wide-eyed stare."

"Shapeshifter." Well, there was no wide eyed stare but he did sound a bit incredulous. "Seriously?"

What kind of island had Gansey punted him to?

Raven smirked faintly and shifted.

"Seriously."

That's right, Ronan, she even nailed your voice.

" -- the fuck?" Okay, now he believed her but seeing his own freaking face looking back at him actually knocked his guard askew for a second or two. His lips thinned.

Chainsaw, seeing a familiar face, actually launched herself off the counter and flew towards Raven. "What a swell party trick," he growled because he fell back on anger when something unnerved him. "I think I make it look better."

"You have had a lot more practice," Raven agreed, keeping an easy tone. She shifted back to her usual disguise, giving the room a quick once over for anything that could be used as a weapon.

No one had gotten that angry about her shifting in awhile. In her experience, angry sometimes led to pitchforks. She was pretty sure she could keep things civil here, but she wanted to be ready to shift into something armored just in case.

"It comes in handy, sometimes. And occasionally leads to ending up drunk in jail in Las Vegas disguised as a young Frank Sinatra."

Ronan was just an all around angry fellow. Even when there was nothing around to get angry about, he was angry. It was just a thing. Just his default state.

But, he wasn't going to be violent. He didn't need to go to jail.

Chainsaw came to a rest near Raven who wasn't wearing Ronan's face anywhere. She peered at Raven quizzically, wings fluttering a bit.

Ronan took a breath that even managed to sound angry. "So, you can be anyone an you're here, going to school? Your priorities seem off to me."

Reassured she wasn't going to have to turn into a tortoise or an armadillo, Raven relaxed and held a hand out towards Chainsaw, wondering if the bird would let her try petting it.

"Sure. Because there's definitely nothing important about learning new things about the world in a safe environment. Especially not in a school where you can take classes in spy-craft and magic defense."

Not that she'd signed up for either of those classes.

Chainsaw leaned forward towards Raven cautiously before she hopped a little closer and pecked lightly at Raven's hand. Ronan knew she was a soft touch. He shook his head.

"You can learn everything you need on the internet." Not that he ever used that. That was Gansey's thing. Or maybe Adam's. He didn't pay that close of attention. "I'd be off living some hedonistic lifestyle on a private island."

Such ambition. And he'd also probably be fitting in this stupid Glendower search in between drinks too.

Raven shrugged. "I'd get bored. And I'm from 1955, so there's not really a whole lot of internet going on, back home."

Oh, Gansey was going to shit himself when Ronan told him about this place. It wasn't giving off ley line energies but there was something about it that made it...weird.

"How is this place still even open?" he asked, voicing a question that had been prickling at him. "How hasn't the government gotten a hold of it and shut it down for study?"

"Actually, a bunch of guys showed up trying to kinda sorta take over the island a little while after I got here, though I think they might've been corporate, not government. They were hunting for something in the preserve. We kicked them out."

It was all rather a bit more complicated than that, but Raven figured she had the gist of it.

"We're good at that sort of thing."

"Of course you did." He chewed on his lower lip and scratched idly at his shoulder. "Didn't know I'd gotten booted to such a popular place. I'm overwhelmed."

He was not.

"Well, we're just that nifty." That's right, Ronan, nifty. "But don't worry, we usually only get invaded maybe once a semester or so."

"And you guys win and the bad guys just crawl back to where they came from?" he asked, just checking to make sure he'd parsed what she'd just told him. He ignored nifty.

"So far, yeah," Raven said. "There are a lot of talented people on this island." She tilted her head. "So what about you? You don't seem super thrilled to be here. What brings you to Fandom?"

"Piss someone off back home." That wasn't a lie. He was fine with telling people that he lived for pissing Declan off. But thoughts of Declan led to thoughts of Matthew and he --

-- pushed that down. Matthew was hidden behind an iron wall in his head.

"So they sent you here? Sounds like you might've lucked out on the punishment front." Unless it meant he had to leave behind someone really important. She was still trying to balance his grump with optimism, though, so she didn't mention that.

"That remains to be seen." No matter how much he'd hid it and told Gansey that leaving was totally cool, he still didn't much care for it. "But I was sent here, yeah. It was either here or a monastery."

That had never been an option.

"I chose the one that let me wear my own clothes."

"Probably a good plan," Raven agreed. "And here you definitely don't have to make any vows of chastity or silence."

3rd Floor Common Room | Tuesday Afternoon

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