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tigerundercoverPeople didn't typically travel on the Appalachian trail from north to south. And when they did, they usually weren't doing it in late December. Still, there were one or two section hikers out and about, so Raven was wearing her no-longer-habitual plain human disguise as she set out into the woods to find the trail.
It was a little weird to be out here, knowing that regular civilization wasn't that far away, and that any people she might stumble across were probably here recreationally, and not on the run or undead. She felt herself relaxing as she worked her way deeper into the woods, more than she had in ages despite having to hold a shape. The preserve in Fandom was lovely, and she was sure she'd head back there eventually, but for now, she thought she was really going to enjoy spending some time in the wilderness without having to worry about monsters.
She found her first shelter along the trail quickly, and stopped there to eat lunch and send Kathy a quick text to say she was doing okay (and pass along a couple pictures she'd taken along the hike so far). Then she picked up the shelter's logbook, where any hiker who pleased could leave their name and any other notes they wanted to pass along to other hikers. It was fun to flip through and see the trail names people had picked and the things they felt the need to comment on when they stopped for the night. There were a lot of heads up about problems or objects of interest along the trail, and way too much pseudo-intellectual philosophizing. She took a pictures of a few of these as well to pass along -- Kathy would get quite a kick out of them.
Then she turned the page and had to stifle a gasp.
There wasn't much of a note attached here, just a snippet of lyrics she recognized from a singalong what felt like a long time ago. It wasn't the lyrics themselves that made her eyes prickle, though, so much as the name scribbled below them:
Misfit
Raven closed the logbook and swallowed, trying not to get her hopes up. It was probably a perfectly common name for people to pick when they hiked the trail. There was no date on the entry, but the ones it was tucked between were from a couple years ago -- the signer was probably long gone from the trail itself. (But the timing worked out. That was right around when the Misfit she'd known had started their hike. In New York. Heading south.) There was no reason to think that this would be anything other than a slightly bittersweet reminder of one of the strangest (most magical) times of her life.
But Misfit was the one who taught her that song.
She hadn't been planning to stop at the shelter for long -- it was barely midday. But Raven tucked herself into the back of it anyway, the logbook kept close, open to that little section of lyrics. She wanted to just lie here awhile and pretend it was true. That her Misfit, one of the few people in any world she'd felt a real, powerful connection with, was somewhere along this trail, waiting for her.
Raven and Robin, she wrote, just stopping herself from putting a little heart doodle around it. Misfit and Mystique. The universe wasn't that nice to her, though.
Was it?
[ooc: and Raven is officially ex-pat (again)! NFI, OOC welcome. Stay tuned for her further adventures on a not-zombie-infested trail!]
It was a little weird to be out here, knowing that regular civilization wasn't that far away, and that any people she might stumble across were probably here recreationally, and not on the run or undead. She felt herself relaxing as she worked her way deeper into the woods, more than she had in ages despite having to hold a shape. The preserve in Fandom was lovely, and she was sure she'd head back there eventually, but for now, she thought she was really going to enjoy spending some time in the wilderness without having to worry about monsters.
She found her first shelter along the trail quickly, and stopped there to eat lunch and send Kathy a quick text to say she was doing okay (and pass along a couple pictures she'd taken along the hike so far). Then she picked up the shelter's logbook, where any hiker who pleased could leave their name and any other notes they wanted to pass along to other hikers. It was fun to flip through and see the trail names people had picked and the things they felt the need to comment on when they stopped for the night. There were a lot of heads up about problems or objects of interest along the trail, and way too much pseudo-intellectual philosophizing. She took a pictures of a few of these as well to pass along -- Kathy would get quite a kick out of them.
Then she turned the page and had to stifle a gasp.
There wasn't much of a note attached here, just a snippet of lyrics she recognized from a singalong what felt like a long time ago. It wasn't the lyrics themselves that made her eyes prickle, though, so much as the name scribbled below them:
Misfit
Raven closed the logbook and swallowed, trying not to get her hopes up. It was probably a perfectly common name for people to pick when they hiked the trail. There was no date on the entry, but the ones it was tucked between were from a couple years ago -- the signer was probably long gone from the trail itself. (But the timing worked out. That was right around when the Misfit she'd known had started their hike. In New York. Heading south.) There was no reason to think that this would be anything other than a slightly bittersweet reminder of one of the strangest (most magical) times of her life.
But Misfit was the one who taught her that song.
She hadn't been planning to stop at the shelter for long -- it was barely midday. But Raven tucked herself into the back of it anyway, the logbook kept close, open to that little section of lyrics. She wanted to just lie here awhile and pretend it was true. That her Misfit, one of the few people in any world she'd felt a real, powerful connection with, was somewhere along this trail, waiting for her.
Raven and Robin, she wrote, just stopping herself from putting a little heart doodle around it. Misfit and Mystique. The universe wasn't that nice to her, though.
Was it?
[ooc: and Raven is officially ex-pat (again)! NFI, OOC welcome. Stay tuned for her further adventures on a not-zombie-infested trail!]
