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The Appalachian trail, New York, Wednesday

2018-12-26T17:27:43Z

People 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!]

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The Holoscene, Tuesday

2018-09-18T15:23:02Z

Kathy was missing, and there wasn't anything that Raven could do about that right now.

So she was in holosuite two. She'd loaded a mix of every spy and war program she'd found in the catalog, with a few extra giant animals and tentacle monsters thrown in for spice. And she was murdering her way through every single thing in the place.

Look, you dealt your way. This was hers. At least she was only killing holograms.

The Holoscene was not open.

[Establishy, unless your character has a good reason to hunt her down today.]

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Holosuite One at Quark's, Friday afternoon

2018-05-04T19:54:45Z

"Computer," Raven said, as she stepped into the empty, gridded space that was a deactivated holosuite. "Begin program 'Raven Three'." She looked back over her shoulder at Kanan as the holographic environment sprang to life around them. "I picked up the naming conventions from the previous owner. If you end up designing your own program, you can name it whatever you like, so long as there isn't already a file called that in the system."

'Raven Three' was a mid-20th-century-Earth simulation involving a provincial European town, complete with quaint stone-and-brick architecture and a central square built around an old cathedral. Simulated humans strolled past as they went about their imaginary daily business. A man rode by on a bicycle, its basket containing a single grocery bag with a bottle of wine and a long baguette sticking out. Birds sang, and a cool breeze blew through, ruffling everyone's hair and sending one young woman's bonnet fluttering away.

Everything would change when the ~~Fire Nation~~ holographic Klingons attacked. . . .

[For him as is mentioned in the narrative!]

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The preserve, Thursday night

2018-04-19T18:19:41Z

"To my first A since high school!" Kathy cheered, ( Content warning for intoxication )

[Preplayed with and posted on behalf of spin_kick_snap and Kathy is out of the BDE until Saturday. This post is NFI, but there will be a clinic post in a few where Kathy can be fretted over and interactions can happen!]

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The loft above Luke's, Saturday afternoon

2017-08-05T16:31:36Z

Raven kind of wished Kathy was still around to huddle up in the dark with, just now, but otherwise was telling herself this hurricane -- sharkicane -- whatever -- was No Big Deal. Sure, it was extremely loud, and probably really dangerous, but she was avoiding the windows and staying nice and cozy in a little nest inside the pantry in the kitchen, munching through the hot pockets she'd managed to heat up before the power went out and reading a book by lantern light. She'd waited out plenty of storms in less secure positions while hanging out in Kathy's world, and she was pretty sure shark-bites were easier to survive than zombie ones. She was all set.

Then came a tremndous *CRASH* that shook the entire building, raining dry- and non-perishable goods down on her head and leaving the whole pantry feeling like it was slightly askew. The storm noise had suddenly increased by several decibels, but she could hear shouting and -- power tools? -- somewhere downstairs. She carefully opened the pantry door, and watched a half dozen apples go rolling out into the kitchen across what was supposed to be a perfectly level floor. She plated up, keeping her bodyweight low, and crept across the apartment to the front door.

Other than also feeling slightly askew, the hallway looked perfectly normal. She made her way over to the window that overlooked the street, feeling more and more precarious as she went, and peered out.

The entire front of the diner appeared to be gone. An extremely large, thrashing tail lashed at the remaining support posts and broken glass, then jerked a few times, and lay still. The diner's main cook stepped through the destruction and into the lashing wind, coated in shark blood, and shook an electric carving knife -- how he was powering it, she wouldn't venture to guess -- into the sky.

The floor creaked distressingly under Raven, and she hurried back towards the side of the apartment that wasn't currently hovering unsupported over a dead shark. "I totally should have just crashed Kathy's vacation in Mexico."

She shot Kathy a quick heads-up text, slipped small and agile out the back window, and when she hit the ground, shifted into something enormous and heavily armored before venturing out into the storm.

She was going to need a ~~bigger boat~~ better hiding place.

[ooc: establishy! Luke's hath now been destroyed!]

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