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Girl's bathroom, 3rd floor, Saturday evening

The trouble with going around everywhere shapeshifted into having clothes was that you tended to get a little grimy, leading to more showers than your average teenage girl tended to go for. So it was that she ended up spending her Saturday evening steaming up the bathroom. Hey, she didn't really get cold, but that didn't mean her muscles didn't love a good blast of hot water now and then.

She shifted out of habit as she stepped out, and seeing no one else in the bathroom just yet, took her time looking over her usual disguise in the mirror, trying to decide if she wanted to make any adjustments. Maybe add a mole or a birthmark somewhere? Normal people didn't have perfectly clear skin all over, after all. She fluffed her blonde hair a little, making a pouty face at the mirror, then reached up to wipe a little more steam from the surface.

"I wish I could just look like this all the time."

She let out a sigh and relaxed.

Nothing happened.

She was still blonde.

"Oh my god." She grinned at her reflection, rubbing her arms (so smooth!) and waggled her blonde eyebrows at herself. "Oh my god, I'm normal!" She bounced on her toes -- then froze and frowned. "Wait." She tried to shift to her big beefy man look. Nothing happened. She tried to change her hair to brown. Nothing happened.

"Oh my god," she said again, eyes going wide in the mirror. "Oh god, I'm normal." She tugged her too small towel around herself and looked down at it. "Oh god. I don't have any clothes."

She peered out of the bathroom. Her room wasn't that far. She could make it without traumatizing anyone too much, right?

[ooc: yeah, she'll work out the whole "four more wishes" thing eventually. In the meantime, naked blonde Raven trying to sneak through the third floor!]

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"Acute lymphoblastic leukemia."

Now, Travis was covering his face with his hands.

"This was definitely not the time to tell you that. Sorry, sorry. I just didn't want you to think you were the problem. You're not."

"No, it's okay." Raven's towel slipped a little more as she held her hand out reassuringly. "I'm glad you told me. I just -- they really sewed your head onto a new body?"

This was the sort of future tech that she hadn't honestly thought they'd get around to actually making.

Even peeking out from behind his fingers like he was, he could see the towel move. That towel was going to tease him until the end of time.

He peeled his attention away from that and nodded before one hand tapped the scar that circled his neck. "That's what this is."

Raven nodded, now trying not too stare at the scar almost as hard as Travis was trying not to stare at her towel. "I kinda just figured you accidentally skateboarded into a tree or something," she admitted. ". . . You died?"

He nodded.

"And stayed that way for five years," he sighed, taking his hands away from his face finally. "But, I managed to get better."

Thank you, medical science.

He smiled slightly at her, maybe looking a little self conscious himself now. "It was a whole big thing."

"Uh huh!" Raven agreed. "A big thing." She bit her lip. "What did it feel like?"

She didn't know anyone else who'd come back from the dead ~~yet~~, after all.

"Which part?" he wondered. "The dying? Or the coming back?"

Raven really needed to stop shrugging until she at least found herself a bigger towel. "Either? Both?"

"Uh."

Okay, that pause wasn't even to collect his thoughts. He'd just gotten distracted by both the towel and the parts the towel wasn't covering. He blinked.

"The dying wasn't fun. I don't really want to go into details there because it was...it was pretty bad. But, coming back? It was confusing. I felt like I'd been left behind. All my friends were older, my parents were different, my ex-girlfriend was engaged and I was still the same age, still remembering them like it was five minutes ago and not five years. It was good to come back but it was hard."

"Oh geez," Raven said. "I'm so sorry. Is that why you came here? Because it was too strange at home?"

"To say the least," Travis told her, relaxing a bit. "But, it's good here. It's good. I didn't know if it would but it has been."

He shrugged a bit but his shirt unfortunately didn't do any tricks like her towel did.

"I needed the space," he added. "Home isn't so bad anymore and I still like it here."

"Do a lot of people where you're from get . . . this sort of thing done?" Raven asked.

Travis shook his head. "I was only the second person in the country to have it done. It's experimental."

Raven winced sympathetically. "That couldn't have made anything any easier," she guessed.

"It didn't," he said honestly, shrugging. "But maybe with me being gone so long will help take some of the spotlight off of me when I go back home."

He wasn't sure if that was wishful thinking or not.

"Anyway," he said after a pause. "That was an incredibly long and incredibly detailed way of saying I don't mind the towel. I thought me telling you that right now would be weird. You're not weird."

"I'm pretty sure everyone here is at least a little weird," Raven said. "I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"It doesn't make me uncomfortable," he told her, shaking his head. "I might blush or stammer but that's not due to discomfort. It's more due to me being...well, me."

"You mean you think I'm sexy," Raven said, smiling.

"Well..."

The trailing off was only so he could try and not let his cheeks get too pink. They were warm but he didn't look like a beet.

"Yeah, I mean, of course I do. Yeah."

"That's not an of course," Raven said. "You might not be into skinny blondes." She tilted her head. "I think you're pretty hot, too, you know."

Admittedly, she thought most people were.

Travis chuckled again and looked down at his feet.

"Thanks," he replied, making a face at himself. "But I bet you say that to all the newly alive miracles of medical science."

Kidding.

"Maybe," Raven said. "I mean, you're the first one I ever met, so I can't say for sure."

"Hey, a first," Travis said, throwing his hand up in the air in triumph. "Go me!"

Having someone else's body was good for something.

"You are pretty, though." Wasn't the first girl he'd said that to but it had been awhile. "I like the towel look."

"I better be," Raven said. "I crafted this look very carefully." She looked down at the towel. "Well, not that part. But the rest of it."

"Crafted, huh?" Travis crossed his arms. "Why this look? It's a good look, of course, but what made you choose something like this?"

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