fandomtownies | The Park, Wednesday afternoon

Raven didn't have any classes today, and had decided to spend her day hanging around in town instead of in the dorms. She wasn't really interested in the new shop in town everyone seemed to have gone gaga over -- growing up in a giant house full of antiques tended to make them lose their excitement -- so she just swung by the donut shop, picked herself up a snack, and found a nice spot to stretch out on the grass in the park.

Just because she didn't mind cold and didn't actually tan didn't mean she didn't like getting the chance to get some nice early spring sun.

Pam	There she was, there she was, there she was!!! Pam was pretty sure that that was the right girl. She was blonde and she'd been in Pam's class and she could -- she was magic? Or something? Maybe that was a different student? Ugh it was so hard remembering things. But she hoped this was the right girl because she couldn't get more coke until she found the right girl and she was jonesing really badly. Who knew coke was so delicious?! She'd eaten the bag so fast! OKAY OKAY OKAY SHE WAS GONNA BE QUIET, NOW, and hide behind this tree. Quietly! Quietly stalking her prey! Quietly!
Raven	Raven frowned. What the hell was making all that noise? It was ruining her nice peaceful donut-in-the-park moment. Huh. One of the weirdo spy-lady teachers was hiding behind a tree. Okay then. Raven did her best not to stare and went back to enjoying her donut.
Pam	"OH SHIT!" That was a muffled squeak, from behind the tree, which was now ruffling like crazy. "Stay cool, stay cool, STAY COOL!" Those shaking branches were nothing to see! Honest! Pam was going to peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer around the tree and see if the girl was looking up again. Was she? Maybe she was just eating that donut! Oh man, Pam wanted a donut. FOCUS, PAM.
Raven	Raven had a spare! Jeff's was really getting into the whole "give the students free food so they show up more" thing. She was doing her best not to look up, now. It wasn't polite to stare at crazy people. No matter how much you were wondering what the holy hell they were doing over there in those trees.
Pam	Any chance Raven had bearclaws? Maybe she could swoop in and -- NO. No, she was doing this for something way more important than bearclaws -- MORE COCAINE. That would be her rallying cry! Most people probably wouldn't have meant that literally, but here Pam came, charging out from behind the tree, headed directly towards Raven, screaming "COCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINE!" at the top of her lungs. She reached in and yoinked a strand of hair on her way past. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Raven	Well that was the opposite of subtle. It worked, though, Raven froze in place, eyes wide, unable to believe that a teacher was barreling at her screaming about cocaine. "OW!" she shrieked when her hair was yanked out. She clapped her hand to her head and hissed through her teeth. "What the hell?!" You try having hair yanked out when you could feel and control the entire length of it. That hurt!
Pam	Sadly for Raven, all that remained of Pam was a quickly disappearing figure, one who was still screaming "COCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINE!" at the top of her lungs. She had it! She had hair from that girl! It might even be the right girl! This was the best day ever!!!!! NOW, ON TO THE COCAINE!

[ooc: preplayed with the delightful

holyshitsnacks. Raven is around for interaction after, and the park is open!]

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Cecil was out walking...well, less "walking Foucault" than "walking near Foucault", but details. He caught the trailing end of a fleeting glimpse of one of the teachers running off, but shrugged and kept going.

"Oh, Raven!" He grinned and waved. "Hi!"

Raven was still holding her head and looking appalled. "Did you see that?!"

Cecil looked at her, wide-eyed. "See what?"

That was probably a no.

"That teacher just pulled out my hair!" Raven was having trouble believing it even as she said it. "While screaming about cocaine!"

How the hell did someone miss that?

Mostly by not being there. "Oh, no!" Cecil flopped down next to her, his hands hovering like he wanted to help and wasn't sure what to do. Because that was pretty much exactly what was going on. "But your hair's not real, is it? Or, I mean, um, not really hair? Or more real than most people's, or something?" What did you do when someone broke something? "Um. Is it bleeding?"

"I'm fine," Raven said, sounding really put out. It had bled, but only a little bit. It was rather like breaking your fingernail below the quick. It hurt like a sonofabitch, but there wasn't really much you did for it other than curse and complain a lot. It wasn't as though she was going to put a bandaid on her hair. "I knew she was crazy, but still!"

"Do you want to go get it back, or punch her or something?" Cecil bit his lip. "I make good moral support!"

"No," Raven said sulkily. "She'd probably just try to grab more. Who the hell yanks people's hair for cocaine?!"

"Um. A cocaine addict?" Cecil offered tentatively. Was this a trick question?

"Sorry. So, um...how have you been otherwise?"

But -- hair!

"What?" Raven asked. Sorry, she was a little distracted (though not for hte same reason everyone else was being distracted). "Fine. You?"

"Cold," Cecil answered, but he rolled his eyes at himself. "Like always around here in winter. "But pretty good otherwise. Sorry I haven't been getting out much."

"I'm pretty sure it's spring," Raven said. She was from New York. This was definitely spring weather to her. "I'm sorry it's still too cold for you, though."

"Not for a few more days!" Cecil protested "But I'll be okay. I have Foucault."

Foucault heard his name and ran back over.

"Hi, Foucault," Raven said, wiggling her fingers at the bird before looking back at Cecil. "Does he keep you warm?"

"He's like a really good feather comforter!" Cecil said. "Except for when he actually does try to lay on top of me." He scritched Foucault's head, and he honked happily. Then blinked at Raven's fingers and started examining them. Did she have food? Or was she a good scritcher?

She was potentially a very good, though inexperienced scritcher! He probably didn't want her extra donut, though.

"He looks a little big for that," she agreed. "It must be nice having a pet."

Was the donut pink? Pink was good! Otherwise...no, probably not. He'd just butt at her hand instead.

"It is!" Cecil said. "He's nice to have around. Have you ever thought of getting one? Any pet, I mean, not another whatever he is."

"Sometimes. It was fun when Chuck lived with me, and had Max. But I'd have to check with Amy first. It wouldn't be fair to just suddenly come home with a puppy or something."

"Probably," Cecil agreed. "But who could say no to a cute little puppy or kitty, right?"

"People who are allergic to them," Raven said. "Or think that they'd smell."

"I suppose," he said, dubiously. "I guess you should ask, huh?"

"It seems like the polite thing to do. Though I'll be kinda sad if she says no."

"You could bring her with you to look at puppies?" Cecil suggested. "It's hard for anyone to say no to those eyes."

"Why Cecil, that's downright manipulative," Raven said. "I kind of approve."

Cecil grinned. "Everybody should have a pet if they want!"

Raven smiled back, in a much better mood now that her scalp had stopped hurting. "What sort of pet do you suppose I should get?"

"Well...what sort of pet do you want?" Cecil asked. "A cuddly one, or a dangerous one, or what?"

The Park, Wednesday afternoon

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