The Perk, Saturday Morning

[trigons_child]

Raven had come back to Fandom from Glacia with everyone else, but unlike some of the others, she was still completely her normal self. And blissfully unaware of any AU shenanigans as she woke up in the hotel and headed to the Perk for some tea.


[Open! May be SP at times because my town is having an Art & Wine Crawl...er, Walk, and I must go investigate. For Science!]

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[longislandiceme]

Ty was not having a good morning at all. He'd woken up to find himself in an unfamiliar hotel room. Which was really more Anders' thing than his. Not only that, it was a strange hotel room in the bloody United States. And his phone wasn't working, so he couldn't even call home to find out what the hell Axl had done now. Because, yes, he was assuming this was another ridiculous Odin-related thing.

Deciding he might as well make the best of it, he headed out in search of coffee.

"Fucking fantastic," he muttered darkly, staring at the coffee-flavoured block of ice his drink had become the moment he'd laid his hands on it. "Can this day get any worse?"

[ooc: Bobby is Ty Johnson, aka Hod, Norse god of "did someone leave the door open?" all things dark and cold. And there's definitely a noticeable chill following him around.]

[trigons_child]

Raven glanced up at the stranger. There were a lot of people on the island she hadn't met yet, so not knowing who he was didn't strike her at all unusual.

"Hello," she said. "What troubles you? Can I help in some way?"

[longislandiceme]

The first thing that ran through Ty's mind was that somehow, Eva had come back to life to torment him some more.

But no, aside from the dark clothes and the complexion (which Ty was also rocking, it happened), she really didn't look much like Eva at all. And her words didn't come with an undercurrent of malice the way Eva's had, either.

"I doubt it," he said, making an effort to smile. "Just one of those mornings, you know?"

[trigons_child]

"I understand," Raven said, smiling back.

"I am Raven," she introduced herself. "I graduated last year. Are you new to the island?"

[longislandiceme]

"Ty," he stuck out the hand not holding the (iced) coffee, silently willing Raven not to notice if his fingers seemed a bit chillier than they ought to be. "You could say that. Just got here this morning." He wasn't sure 'yesterday I was in New Zealand, today I woke up in a strange hotel room' would go over very well.

[wwiii]

Warren hadn't exactly had the greatest of wake-up calls. Yes he'd woken up next to Karla, or a Karla, at least, and he was even mostly convinced that it was actually her, particularly after she'd nearly put him through a wall. But he was also on the island.

And he hadn't had his coffee yet.

At least those were things that were remedied easily enough, if Umbridge was out of the picture. The coffee shop seemed to be open and safe enough to visit, after all. And the sky was wide and blue, with no indication that leaving would be difficult for him.

He'd take care of his need for coffee first, and then debate how badly he wanted to risk staying on the island, knowing Karla was here, once he had caffeine in his syst--

"You."

Apparently, Karla wasn't the only familiar face here that he hadn't seen in some time. He wasn't going to hesitate before unsheathing his wings with a metallic ringing sound, eyes narrowing at Raven where she was sitting and nothing but pure loathing radiating from where he was standing.

He didn't much want coffee after all.

[trigons_child]

Raven had been deep in thought, staring at her tea, when the sudden wave of hate hit her with almost the strength of a physical blow. She pushed back her chair and stood up, staring at Warren. She recognized his altered form from Umbridge's world, much as she tried to suppress those memories.

"Warren?" she said. "How...?"

[wwiii]

"I could ask you the same," he all but growled, razor-bladed feathers pointed in her direction, a wordless warning for her to stay the hell away from him. "I thought it might be you when I woke up beside her. And I believed her when she said it wasn't. I should have known it was too good to be true. She always is."

[trigons_child]

"Warren, no," Raven said, holding up her hands, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible yet keeping an eye on those deadly wings. "I am not that Raven. I know she did terrible things to you, but I would never dream of hurting you that way. I only wish you health and happiness, I swear it."

[wwiii]

"And you expect me to take you at your word?" Honestly, Raven. His experience with living in the real world might be limited at best, fair enough, but he wasn't born yesterday. "Really? Give me one good reason why I should believe you."

Spoiler: There weren't any.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Tamsin was sitting back and watching the Drama, trying to garner information about what cracked-out place she'd woken up in without attracting too much attention.

Also, wondering what the hell kind of fae was blue. With wings. And what was up with being out where humans could see him? And why the hell weren't they reacting to him?

So yes, there might be staring going on. But it's nothing personal.

[wwiii]

It never was anything personal, was it? Warren had only wanted some coffee, damn it. It was a vice that he'd been all too happy to pick up again after the defeat of Umbridge, and he hadn't had any today, and between dealing with the Ravens and Karlas of this alternate Fandom, he really, really just needed a triple Americano.

Why was that so difficult around here?

"You must be new," he said, idly, as he took his coffee cup from the somewhat stunned-looking barista, barely glancing in Tamsin's direction. "You're staring."

People who were familiar with the island didn't tend to do that. Or, at least, not back on the one he was used to. He had no idea how this one differed in that regard.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I am," Tamsin agreed, leaning back and kicking a chair a little over to him. "Trying to figure out what kind of Fae you are. And why none of the humans here are reacting at all. What is up with this place?"

[wwiii]

"They're used to stranger sights around here," Warren intoned, giving his shoulders a shrug. His wings were folded away so that only the twin peaks of metal that jutted from his shoulderblades were visible, but there was still a definite, audible scraping of metal that came along with the gesture. "I'm no fae, though. Mutant. Possibly even more machine than man, these days. Still strange enough to attract sidelong looks when I walk down the street back home."

It helped that he was also rich. People tended to want to stay on your good side, when you had billions of dollars and they didn't.

And also when you had weapons grafted to your back. Funny, that.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Tamsin had woken up in a hotel (not her truck), in Maryland (not a city in Canada) and frankly, more than a little pissed off about that.

Going off to find coffee had to help, right? Didn't it?

She was debating giving the barista a death glare at the moment. Need. Coffee.

[Dinah is now Tamsin the Dark Fae Valkyrie from Lost Girl, yay!]

[trigons_child]

Raven stared at Tamsin, confused. She looked like Dinah, only older. And after seeing an alternate version of Warren, she was sure it was one of those weekends.

"Dinah?" she said cautiously.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Tamsin didn't respond to that, but seeing Raven's look, checked over her shoulder for anyone else. She cocked her head as she studied the young woman opposite, wondering if she were human, fae, mutant or other.

[trigons_child]

Not Dinah then.

"I am sorry," Raven said. "You very much resemble a friend of mine." And probably woke up in her bed that morning.

Well, at least she wasn't threatening to kill her.

[heromaniac]

Momoko was still tired as she made her way through to the counter and ordered her tea. That, and that her mind was busy planning for the next part of her trip following up some recent leads, were the excuses she would suggest for not noticing who else was in the Perk. To be fair, it wasn't like she ever paid much attention to who was on Fandom island when she came back here; they were almost all new people. All her friends had scattered as soon as they could. And the people who weren't friendly... Well, they didn't make a habit of returning to Fandom Island, that Momoko had knowledge of, at least. That would be too easy. So Momoko wasn't really expecting to find her main quarry actually sitting a table or so away as she sat down to drink her tea and wake up.

[Momoko is her Umbridge!self, with short hair and not as cheery a disposition.]

[trigons_child]

After Warren and Tamsin, Raven was keenly aware of what was going on in Fandom. But she wasn't sure just who this version of Momoko was.

"Hello, Momoko," she said, bracing herself.

[heromaniac]

That voice... Momoko's hand stopped abruptly, the tea spilling slightly over the brim of her cup as it did. She visibly tensed for a second or two before forcibly calming herself. Lowering the cup to table, Momoko raised her head but didn't turn to look Raven in the eyes. She didn't need to; Raven knew Momoko was both afraid and yet not. Was probably even reveling in the conflicting emotions she was getting from her. "I heard you were active again, leaving a trail. But I never suspected I'd find you here of all places."

[trigons_child]

"Momoko, please," Raven said gently, slowly rising to her feet. "You must believe me. I am not the Raven you think I am. I wish you no harm."

[wwiii]

"Pleasant day for coffee," came a voice that was all too casual, not far from where Momoko was seated. "Never did see the draw in tea, admittedly. Makes for a terrible loyalist, I suppose."

Not that he was particularly loyal to anyone, these days.

Warren sat in a chair-turned-sideways, and casually sipped at his drink.

[heromaniac]

"I do recall it being the beverage of choice, yes." Momoko managed to smile pleasantly as she turned her head slightly to see him. To keep him in sight. "Tea is one of the few habits I can't seem to break myself of, though." A quick glance confirmed that he at least appeared to be the Warren she knew. A little more conversation would prove it, but she had that feeling... "I didn't expect to see you here, Warren. Business?" Could she be any more on her guard?

[wwiii]

"Unexpected business, of a sort. I'm told this is Fandom's way of playing tricks on people, when it has the luxury to. I woke up here without any warning."

He took a sip of his coffee.

"It's inconvenient, mostly. After all, I do have actual business to attend to back home. Board meetings, a company to run. But if this is how Fandom wants to be, I suppose there's nothing for it."