the city called to me and i came [OPEN]

[manyshapes.livejournal.com]

It's Shundi afternoon, and Raven is out in the city. Along with her plans to meet Kate at the coffeeshop called Queequag's (it's always a good idea to scope a place out before you go and apply for a job there) and drop by the University to register for a couple of classes, she figures some window shopping is in order. Until she has a steady income there won't be any shopping bags going home with her, but a girl can look. Maybe try a few things on, check out what's available for decorating her room once Charles has a house picked out, things like that. Fun stuff, and a chance to get away from the Inn for a while.

[OOC: I'm going to set up some threads for encountering Raven at various locations, please wait to tag until I'm finished. Finished and open!]

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Raven's Gate: Private for Eames

[manyshapes.livejournal.com]

There's no way Raven can pass up a visit to a place with her own name on it, and she's charmed by the boutiques and the weekend market. It's never a bad plan to know where the nightclubs are located either, and although they're closed at this hour of the day, it's no effort at all to temporarily copy the face of what looks to be a janitor after he steps outside for a break, and slip in unnoticed just to have a look around.

When she steps of the back door and into what she thinks is an empty back alley, Raven takes a quick look around and then changes form, the janitor's appearance giving way to her natural blue, and then back to the pretty blonde she's used so long it feels almost as comfortable as her own skin.

[dailymask.livejournal.com]

Eames isn't the type of person to be noticed when he doesn't want to be, and while idly casing the perimeter of the jeweler next door, he certainly doesn't want to be. He's coming around one corner, newspaper in hand and a fairly obnoxious straw fedora on his head, when he sees her and stops.

"I'm– sorry, did you just...?" ...shapeshift from a dumpy janitor into blue scaled skin and then into a shapely young lady? He doesn't look afraid or alarmed, or even entirely surprised. There's hesitance to his expression, certainly, but it's warmer. More like fascination.

(this thread is now dated to a few days prior to the festival, we do what we want)

[manyshapes.livejournal.com]

Oh crap. Raven stops dead in her tracks and looks so completely and obviously guilty, mentally berating herself for not being careful enough. First line of defense is to see if she can convince the guy he didn't see what he thought he saw, though, so she immediately turns a sweet if slightly confused smile on him.

"Did I just what? Um...door was unlocked." See, just a little harmless trespassing, absolutely nothing interesting going on here.

[dailymask.livejournal.com]

Oh, obfuscation, how cute. He almost smiles, but– no, she might take that the wrong way. The act might not actually go over so badly on someone not intimately familiar with the intricacies of body language and deception, but, well.

"Yes, I'm familiar with that method, actually." At least he's not fussed about the minor law-breaking? "What I hadn't seen before is the little trick afterwards."

"Was that a glamour?" It didn't look like a glamour. Not that he's dabbled much in the magic side of things himself, but he pays attention.

[manyshapes.livejournal.com]

Okay, so clearly he knows what he saw and pretending otherwise won't change that. It's fine, if worse comes to worst she can always run and get lost in a crowd.

"Glamours are...fairy magic or something like that, right? So no, it's not. It's a mutation." And because it's usually helpful to keep a potential aggressor off-balance, Raven shifts her shape to copy his. "Not a trick."

That's not just his face, it's his voice as well.