tigerundercover

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!]

Raven had been planning to go to the party tonight. Her computer was even open to a page of dress inspirations as she'd worked on revving herself up for it. She'd been feeling very anti-social, lately. Skittish, almost. Occasionally wishing her power was to turn actually invisible, instead of blending into a crowd.

She'd dropped some weight, too. Not that anyone else would have noticed, since, she always filled herself back out when she shifted into her daily disguise, but standing in front of her full length mirror in her natural blue state, she could see the outline of the base of her ribs and the jut of her own hipbones in a way she hadn't been able to since --

Well, since she'd moved in with Charles.

She should tell someone. She knew that. Weird things were happening on the island involving weird things happening to people, and this was, for her, very weird. But talking involved drawing attention to herself, and drawing attention to herself had started to lead to hyperventilating and the urge to hide under the bed. Which she'd actually done once or twice, already, mostly when she thought Chuck might walk in on her unexpectedly. The underside of her bed was surprisingly cozy.

That's where she was right now, in fact. The laptop on her bed was open to a page with a sweet, slinky number, and Raven was underneath, skin shifted several shades darker to blend into the shadows, wondering how she might get into and out of the common room for food without being spotted by anyone.

Her eyes spotted the vent, and she smiled. It wouldn't be comfortable -- stretching herself out that thin would take a lot of effort -- but it was doable. She could get all over the dorms, that way, with no one the wiser. She rolled her shoulders -- and then shifted them out of existence as she elongated her body and grabbed the vent screen. Once she had the cover off, she shifted fully, becoming a long, heavy blue snake, and crawled her way in.

Yes.

This would do nicely.

[ooc: fiiiiiiiiinally getting around to doing this, holy hell. Raven has slowly and mostly off-screen changed into an AU in which she was never adopted by Charles, and in the grand Marvel tradition of Wolverine, mostly has gone feral. Closed to IC interaction, obvs, but if anyone wants to find objects missing from their rooms, especially food, feel free! If you'd want to play out something ICly, having Raven sneak in and out, ping in OOCly and we can figure it out.]