Hallo all! Another chappie fer ya!
Raven looked briefly at the clock on her computer, cursed, and took a sip of tea before returning to her work. The small frown on her face deepened as she clicked the next search result. All mentions of Trigon that Google had found had been from news reports. She went back, then remembered Skathe. She nearly hit herself as she typed in her renewed request.
"Google, you are too good to me…" Raven took another sip of her tea while opening windows.
When Raven had finally exhausted the Internet and filled several pages of her legal pad, she checked the window. "Shit." She picked up the phone, hoping that Kira was at the desk. "What shift am I working today? Afternoon? Great. I thought so. See ya at two." Raven got out of bed, showered, and lay down on her bed, closing her eyes and succumbing to unconsciousness.
Robin looked at his team. Most of his team. It was morning, so early that even he thought that it was a crime to be awake. But for some reason the four of them were. And that reason seemed to be a crappy movie who's only redeeming quality was that it wasn't dubbed.
"Beast Boy, does this movie have an end? I mean, its like the time Star took us to the ballet! And that had an intermission and didn't keep you up until five thirty in the morning and counting!"
"Hey, the image of that dude in tights kept me up for the next week."
"I was under the impression that comparing a touching ballet and a series of home movies was like unto comparing oranges and Tamoranian lemon-kweshts. Am I missing some similarity?"
"Guys, I have the next bowl of popcorn." Robin waved the bowl slightly, and the others stopped fighting in favor of food. As six eyes were locked on the bowl in silence, Robin dimly wondered how Raven was.
And he was asleep, or almost asleep, since he still was thinking. The ceiling above him was foreign, and there was a smell of cold tea that he wasn't accustomed to. But he was okay, since he was nearly asleep and this was all familiar in its strangeness. His body was comfortable, so his mind shouldn't be on edge. He turned on his side to see black sheets and a light purple pillow under his head. He smiled as he remembered, from so long ago, how he had bought the pillow in the hopes of making her feel at home in the Tower. It didn't match his hair anymore, though, since he dyed it.
He had dyed his hair black? Robin sat up, nearly overthrowing a laptop that had been balanced on the foot of his-or was it?-bed.
Raven gave her friends the popcorn and sat next to Cyborg on the couch, tuning her mind out as the movie continued. She had things to think about, and not just why she looked like a colorblind shrew with a thyroid condition had dressed her. She had several leads on the Church and-
"Robin? Did we not request butter on our corn of popularity?"
"Yeah, man, where's my soy-fat goodness?"
Raven sighed, got up, and took the popcorn back to the kitchen. When she took out the small dish full of melted soy butter, she nearly screamed. Her hands weren't hers. They were big and in horrid gloves, and healthy looking and they weren't hers.
But they were. They were pale, and thin, and sans gloves. She was sitting up in bed, and she was she. She picked up the laptop, which had been moved dangerously close to edge of the bed by her kicking, and set it on the bedside table. That had been an…interesting dream, to say the least. But nothing in her room had been shattered, so she needn't worry. So she lay back down and tried to catch at least a few hours of sleep before she had to wait tables.
Robin blinked slightly, confused. He was holding a bowl of soy butter over the popcorn. But he remembered that the Titans had wanted it. So he poured and went back to the couch, sitting next to Starfire and turning off all thought for the remainder of whatever Beast Boy had decided to make them watch.
Raven woke up hours later, got dressed, grabbed her purse, and walked to work. She waved at Bekka's building, not caring that she wouldn't see. Raven got to the restaurant, and put on the kimono they had said was uniform.
"Hey, Rae. What's up? You look like death warmed over." Kira gently touched Raven's arm.
"Late night studying. I think the professor is going to give us a pop quiz soon."
"Hah. You rule that classroom. I think you know more than the prof about world history."
"Not true. I just know the idiotic and menial details. He still knows more than I will ever know about feudal Germany." Raven shook her head. "Oh, wait. Sorry, but that man over there either wants me to serve him or really enjoys looking like a spastic rat. We'll talk later." Raven waved slightly and trotted to the man.
Robin, for once donning mundane clothes that a shrew didn't design, sat down at a table in the best sushi joint in town. 'Best' being defined as 'cheapest and with the least cases of food poisoning.' He browsed the menu out of habit.
And then the waitress came, and a pair of vaguely annoyed purple eyes looked at him. "Can I take your drink orders?" Robin nearly laughed at the irony of one of the most antisocial people he knew in a waiting job.
"Black coffee, please. How have you been?"
Raven's teeth grinded audibly. "Alright. You?"
"You're lying. I can see the bags under your eyes."
"Like you've never pulled an all-nighter." Raven waited a moment for Robin to reply, then walked away to fetch his coffee, muttering darkly. Robin laughed. He had a new reason to like this place.
See? I'm not dead yet! Joy! Happiness! Supreme Shiny-Doodads! Hai, it's short, but it's there, so deal! Nya! It's a bloody frickin' update, so be glad you got it. I have to rehabilitate myself to the whole typing thing. But I've got tomorrow off, so maybe I'll do more writing. (stop snorting!) But I make no promises.
And yes, that is the actual plot arc rearing it's ugly head! Mwahahahaha!
Abbreviated plugs of shininess:
Semine's stuff. Read or die.
My other stuff. Read or suffer greatly.
Mine and Semine's stuff. Read or at some point get forced to by the FBI.
Senex's stuff. Oh, wait. He hasn't posted yet….. (hinthinthinthint!) But when he does, read or have shrews posing as ponies thrown at you! Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Feel the wrath of a shrew! (those things are nasty.
Till next update:
This is Kali; sleep deprived and out.
