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[darkprophecies]

WHO: Raven + Household/Anyone who would be there
WHERE: Lake Placid, NY
WHEN: After her conversation with this fine young gentleman.
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Raven has yet another freak out. She really needs to get a hold of herself, seriously.
FORMAT: Para

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[make_contact]

Joey had had this awful bad feeling in the pit of his stomach ever since he'd gotten on the road home from work, that impossible to ignore nagging sensation that something 'not right' was awaiting him on the other side of the front door. Usually when he felt like this he would come home to a message from a commission client about a hard to make change, or Napoleon having escaped his cage.

Raven working her way through a bottle of wine in the backyard in the goddamn pouring rain hadn't been on his list of possibilities, but it was just as gut-punch-tastic.

Laying aside his duffle from the club and pulling his coat up tighter around his neck Joey grabbed the first umbrella he could find and marched out into the grass. He just held the umbrella over Raven until she noticed that she wasn't being dripped on anymore and when she looked up at him pointed at the house, his most serious face on.

You, inside, now. You'll get a cold.

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"Umbrellas. I should have factored that into my plan." she murmured, just loud enough for him to hear her over the sound of the rain pattering on the large lake in front of them. She simply stared up at him for many moments, debating on precisely what to do in this situation. On the one hand, the moment she went inside she'd have the wine taken from her, and she'd have to talk about things... on the other... well it was Joseph, and she'd never been able to deny him anything before.

The second won, and she slowly stood up.

[make_contact]

Joey put out a hand to keep around her waist, tucking her under the umbrella with him and taking her up to the back door, nudging her in ahead of him before stepping in himself. Leaning the umbrella by the door he looked her up and down before ducking into the mudroom where the laundry was done. A quick sweep of the linen cupboards and baskets of folded clothes saw him emerge with two big fluffy towels and some comfortable laying around kinds of clothes.

Here. Change before you freeze.

He thrust the bundle at her, slipping the wine out of her hand in the exchange.

I'll hold this.

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Okay, that was a little too much. She had wanted that bottle for a reason, after all... and she didn't want new clothes. A bit of color flushed in her features, and she shook her head, taking the bottle back and setting the towels and clothes on the floor.

"I'm fine. Thank you."

[ajrimmer_ssc]

She had gone white, as white as paper, and then ducked out of the bedroom. Which was something that he didn't want to have happen at all. The only problem was, he was finally beginning to notice that he was being...clingy. Which bothered him. So he'd resolved to give her more space, even though he rather sucked at this resolution. Frowning, he let her go, keeping his mouth shut for a good five minutes, even though she was clearly upset.

Clearly upset, and not talking to him. Smegging hell, he really hated it when she did that. Something would happen and she'd withdraw, making him chase after her.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

He flipped open his own comm and started scanning it, looking for whatever it was that had bothered her, and caught the tail end of her conversation with...oh smeg. Smegging smeg. Smeg! A desire to defend her honour flared to life, and he wished he was the teleporter in the household: he'd zap himself right in front of Harry Osborn, punch him right in his stupid gob, and then zip away again. Even

[darkprophecies]

By the time Raven marched back up the stairs, she was soaking wet - no change of clothes, she had adamantly refused it. However she was severely lacking a certain bottle of wine. Everyone else could get drunk when they were upset, but not Raven. She was able to see how things went now.

The effects were minor, but there, this whole 'Joey took my wine damn it' situation bothered her more because of it.

As she appeared back in the bedroom, she immediately put her hand up.

"I'm fine."

[ajrimmer_ssc]

Rimmer was slouched on the edge of the bed, staring at his comm, and glanced up at her with a haunted look. He took in her soaked appearance, her pale face, her snappish tone, and mentally sighed. But he still had a couple of very important questions.

"...So I can't kill him? Not even just once?"

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"He's not the same Harry, that wouldn't be fair..." she breathed out, heading over to the dresser to fish out one of his larger shirts. She needed to comfort herself right now, and get her head on straight. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she was overreacting.

Again.

Azar, she overreacted to everything, didn't she? Horrible.

[darkprophecies]

Usually, when snuggled up with Arnold after a rather passionate evening in bed, nothing could move her from the security and safety of his arms - however she knew very well that the two bachelors in the house were prone to ordering in, or... as she saw after she left... relied completely on Hot Pockets to survive. The smell of food that was undeniably being cooked tugged at her curiosity.

She pulled on a pair of simple pajama bottoms to go with Arnold's oversized shirt, and made her way downstairs. She bore the tell-tale signs of what she'd been busy with, mostly in the way of her hair being far less straight and perfectly kept - more curled and just a little bit of all over the place.

Still, she smiled at what she saw in the kitchen.

"I hadn't realized I had two chefs in the house."

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She smirked, shaking her head as she headed over to one of the barstools, perching herself up on it, crossing one leg over the other to watch him cook. It was fascinating, and she was just now noticing that different people had different cooking styles. Arnold would've handled this meal an entirely different way.

"Might be just the two of us, unless Joseph decides to join us."