"Yeah, let's be clear, I trust no one."
Who: Wolverine and Mystique What: Meeting (officially) for the first time Where: Purgatory, Puerto Rico When: 7/7, early evening Warnings: Language, maybe?
Alone and lacking the ties she normally found herself tangled up in, Raven wasn't exactly sure what to do with herself. She hadn't initially believed what the government agent had told her when she'd said that she was fictional, but some quick research on the computers (after having acquainted herself with computers) had brought up plenty of results that seemed to point to the truth. Mutants weren't real. She, herself, wasn't real. But there was plenty of material out there about her. She avoided the movies and the comic books, though, because it was just too much, too quickly. And she hadn't exactly arrived in this new world in the best of moods. There was a difference between knowing that your life played out for the world to see and actively reading and researching it. Raven was loathe to watch her life play before her eyes. Maybe that'd change eventually.
It was just easier to deal with things once she had some time to digest all the facts.
So Raven had slipped into something familiar and had decided to blend in with the crowds, because, fictional or not, she didn't trust these people or this government, and the more she could glean from the new people who arrived from different worlds and from the people who just happened to work on Purgatory, the better. So she wore the skin of a young woman in her mid twenties, tanned and with dark hair, and got herself a job at a local bar, just shy of being a dive. She put on a friendly face, wore a cute bikini, and made herself useful while carefully keeping an ear and eye out for anything that might be helpful to her.
It was a pleasant enough evening, the sun beginning to set, and Raven mopped up the bar and laughed at a joke some young couple shared. She wondered if she'd grow used to this place and didn't look up when the door opened to let in a small group of people.