Deeper than I've ever dreamed of...

[darkprophecies]

WHO: Raven; OPEN (people she spoke with/lives with/are friends with who would drop by)
WHERE: Raven and Garfield's apartment
WHEN: After this post. Alllll night long.
WARNINGS: Nope.
SUMMARY: Raven's empathic headache is god-awful... and she's had many kind souls offer to try and find a way to help. Whether or not they'll actually be able to help

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[leadtraveler]

Okay so teleporting had suddenly become a little more difficult than it had before. On the first try to teleport into Raven's apartment Bobby found himself several floors below in the apartment of someone else. Luckily no one was home. His second try landed him on the right floor but uh...on the balcony. Which was rather familiar.

He decided to give it one more try and imagined himself simply walking through the balcony into her apartment. This time it worked.

Bobby let out a sigh of relief. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd end up on the other side of town that time." he spoke, mostly to himself, as he turned to face Raven.

[darkprophecies]

Raven's head snapped up the moment he teleported in - almost as if one of the puzzles inside her mind had been completed by his presence, and it very well could have been what had happened. Rather than having to reach out for the empathic connection she had established with him, he was actually there, making it much easier for her to think.
At least in regards to him.

However her hand lightly pressed to her forehead as her eyes dilated once. "Ah--- I should remember not to move quickly when I'm in this situation." but she managed a smile regardless. "Hello, Bobby."

[leadtraveler]

Bobby frowned, obviously worried about her. He made his way over and sat in the stool beside her. "Hello. And...that's probably a good idea."

He smiled in return, trying to dial back on any negative emotions emitting from him. Which was surprisingly easy with how well everything had turned out back in his own world.

"I'm not sure how well my healing power will work. If it's still working at all."

[darkprophecies]

She very carefully allowed herself to lean back on the counter, chin in her hand as she looked over at him. When he mentioned being ported out and coming back, for some reason she had expected him to look a whole lot older - maybe that was simply due to the other people she tended to hang out with. He was still that sweet guy she had befriended before.

"I still appreciate the attempt, Bobby. I do."

[ajrimmer_ssc]

There was a tentative knocking on the door, at some point when Raven's alone again. It was Rimmer and Penny, and Rimmer was duly impressed by the building's imposing facade. Very nice.

He had an arm around Penny's shoulders, and he was actually feeling quite good about everything right now, due to their reunion. He kept looking down at her and grinning, as if he couldn't quite believe that she was back next to him.

[darkprophecies]

Raven felt almost guilty when she opened the door - there was a feeling in the pit of her stomach that meeting up with another empath, unaware of what she really was, was a terrible idea. However here they were, and she put on her best smile as she leaned a bit against the edge of the door.

"Welcome..." her eyes immediately moved towards Penny. She seemed so sweet, so caring... so innocent in all of this confusion. It would always bother Raven that people like her were forced into places like this. "You must be Penny."

[ajrimmer_ssc]

As they stepped inside, Rimmer's eyebrows went up slightly at the decorating style of the flat, and the view from the largest picture window across the way. Very nice. He liked the modern style.

"Hallo again, Ms. Raven," he said with a slightly uncomfortable tight grin. It wasn't anything about her, it was just how he reacted to women in general. Pardon him, he'd relax slightly in a bit.

[areallygoodbook]

Malchior, having teleported not far away, knocked lightly, knowing to knock too hard would only make the headache worsen, before calling out softly.

"Raven? It's Malchior."

The situation is far from dire, but she was in need. She needed to feel as if she could rely on him, as if she could trust him, for only then could he trust her enough to explain to her the task-- if not the end result-- that he needed her to perform. Of course, the matter would be one which he wouldn't phrase as such, but he knew her nature. She would offer help to one in need. But first, he would do the same.