Class 3 - [Voice/Action]

[mutantblues]

[ Voice; ]

[ Raven starts out the post reading from something rather than speaking casually. ]

"To Homo neanderthalensis, his mutant cousin, Homo sapiens, was an aberration. Peaceful cohabitation if ever it existed, was short-lived. Records show, without exception, that the arrival of the mutated human species in any region was followed by the immediate extinction of their less-evolved kin."

I went to the library for a cookbook and instead I get this. My brother's thesis that he submitted to Oxford to get his doctorate. It's a real boring read but I figure it might be something scientists here might be interested in. It's about genetic mutation in... in humans.

[ Her voice is a bit tight as she trails off for a moment before continuing. ]

Hell, even if you need a something to get you to sleep and not dream about anything it's pretty useful. It's called Theories on Genetic Mutation by Charles Xavier.


[ Action ]

[ After making her post to the network Raven goes on a few errands to keep herself distracted from the tug of homesickness in the pit of her stomach. The reminder that it's been months and she hasn't seen a single face from home. She stops at both the bakery and grocery store to pick up some groceries.

Later on the evening she'll be at HQ, not working for once but sitting at the bar. She isn't in the mood to dance but staying in her apartment alone isn't working for her at the moment. She'll be nursing a few drinks inside before finally giving up and sitting outside. ]

Comments

[maximoff_girl]

[She appreciates the non-reaction from Raven. All is fine. All is as it should be. ... Right?]

A good idea. ... I've been arranging the bottles according to how they look, but... that's probably not right.

[mutantblues]

Organizing them by by type would probably be best. If there was actually money here I'd say put the best stuff on the top shelf as a warning but...

[ She shrugs and tugs her towards the bar. ]

We can arrange them by looks within each kind.

[maximoff_girl]

I'm really only a vodka drinker... [She moves behind the bar, and picks up two bottles by their necks, holding them up to look at the content.] ... I should probably get to know other types, if I'm going to be part-owner of a club with a bar, though.

[Wanda. You're only 17.]

[mutantblues]

I can't drink. Or well- [ She shakes her head and picks up some bottles, examining the labels. Some she recognizes, others not so much. ]

I can, but it makes it hard to focus on maintaining my appearance. Things get fuzzy and then bad things happen.

[maximoff_girl]

Yeah... I have a hard time controlling my powers when I'm drunk, too. [And that wasn't something anybody wanted. Not right now, at least.]


... Fuzzy like Kurt, fuzzy, or fuzzy how all the lights glow with that pretty halo, fuzzy? [Wanda keeps NO BODY'S secrets. Ever.]

[mutantblues]

[ She gets quiet at the mention of Kurt and then chooses not to comment on it. ]

Fuzzy as in I can't control my shifting properly.

[maximoff_girl]

[Oblivious as she is, Wanda doesn't notice the quiet pause. She has been (and continues to be) under the impression that Raven and Kurt know all about one another, and who they are, and have since Raven first arrived in Luceti.]

That would be a problem. [She agrees, as she sets gin on the shelf with vodka, unknowingly.] ... control is very important.

[mutantblues]

[ Raven reaches over and plucks up the bottle of gin and hands her a whimsical looking bottle of vodka. ]

A small slip in control is bad enough, a big one doesn't bear thinking about. [ She sighs, wishes she could get his words out of her head. ] ...So you knew what Kurt looked like, right?

[maximoff_girl]

Mmm. Ever since I met him. ... I was surprised when I found out about his watch. [She nods, casually, unaware of the recent revelations in Raven's life. She grabs another two bottles, and, giving in, shows them label out to Raven, so that she can point at which belongs on the shelf, or possibly shake her head if neither do.]

... I don't like his watch.

[mutantblues]

And you knew that he thought I was his- [ Raven bites back the word. She isn't his mom. She's too young to even think about that. As for the booze, she quickly points where each bottle should sit. ]

Why didn't you tell me?

[maximoff_girl]

[There is a small beat while Wanda extrapolates out the omitted topic of this conversation, putting the bottle carefully on the shelf, the other going under the counter. Her eyes dart as she thinks, trying to remember.]

I-- ... I thought you knew. You-- talked about him. I just thought-- [When has thinking ever worked out for you, Wanda?] I thought you knew.