Devolve 2.0 The Reboot

( Taking a break. )

Lance had put it off long enough, but now he was going to face his doom. Or, well, Raven. It was basically the same thing. So. Training. With Raven. It was like someone had just held a mirror up to his past and told him to look into it. Only Lance knew that the him from back then was a far cry from the person he was now.

Which meant that he wasn't gonna let Raven play any of her fucking mind games. She was still here. Maybe time had changed her for the better as well.

He wasn't gonna hold his breath, but it was possible that it could happen.

As he walked down the hall toward the Danger Room--weren't they all fancy schmancy here?--Lance rolled his shoulders and took deep, cleansing breaths. He had never been to actual anger management classes, but he knew some of the techniques.

When he got there, he knocked. Like a dumbass. But what else was he supposed to do?

Aprileen, so far, was a success. The younger kids had gone bouncing from room to room, collecting small sweets and little trinkets from the people who had volunteered. The costumes had been adorable, even under the somewhat limited circumstances. Once all of the children had had their fun and headed back to their rooms, it was time for the party to start.

The classrooms had been decked out in traditional Aprileen style, with greens and purples, and a small amount of alcohol had been procured from the stores. There wasn't nearly as much food as they'd had at the last party, but there were enough munchies to hopefully keep people happy. A playlist of carefully selected songs had been set up, though they fully expected someone to decide to step in and play DJ at some point during the party, and a dance area had been cleared in the first classroom.

People had started to head down to the party as soon as the last of the kids had cleared their trick or treat spots, and by the time nine rolled around, there were already a fair amount of people hanging out, in costumes that ranged from marker goatees to impressive works of art.

Raven waited in the control room for the boy, silently focused on making a few changes to one of her training simulations. They were minor details, but there were some things that absolutely needed to be perfect in order for her to find them acceptable as training tools. It was more time consuming than anything, checking everything and making the minor changes, but it was something to do while she waited.

Generally, when someone came in and desired to be on one of the teams, they had to pass an assessment. Lucky her, she got to be the assessor. There were a number of skills that needed to be up to par in order for her to be comfortable letting anyone off-grounds on one of the supply teams, and even though the boy who was coming in to test seemed fairly confident that because of his years living on the outside, he was a shoo-in, there were many things that relied on more than just one's ability to not get bitten for two years.

Jimmy was trying very hard not to panic. He was on the grounds, he knew this place almost as well as the reservation back home. He could still smell and feel, but it was slow going because his spatial perception was completely destroyed with the two senses he was currently missing.

Usen, that was stupid. He should have kept avoiding her. Why in the world had he even thought confronting Tabby would be a good idea? That she would listen? She never had listened before and apparently, didn't listen to anyone who didn't tell her exactly what she wanted to hear.

And he shouldn't have been surprised at the flash bomb surprise at the end. He'd been stupid, brash and rude. And probably gotten what he deserved for it.

He hoped he was getting close to his trailer. He knew he was going the right direction, but that was it.

Who: Betsy and Raven
When: Wednesday evening
What: One evening in Raven's room, Betsy decides to indulge her curiosity and ask Raven a few personal questions.
Where: In bed in Raven's room.
Rating: R for adult situations. Non-explicit mentions of sex.

( Of course, she only really knew enough about her now to know she'd barely scratched the surface. )

The human colony was finally back to something resembling normal, and those who had stayed to help rebuild over the course of the month had all returned, having fixed and even bolstered the colony's defenses. The weather was also beginning to turn from cold and miserable to something a little bit warmer and slightly less miserable, and both of those events were enough reason to celebrate.

Instead of the usual carefully balanced dinner, the meal had been made with more of a focus on flavor, and had been laid out buffet-style in the dining hall. There were more treats than normal, and though many adults were aware that it was a sign that some of the chocolate and other treats were nearing the end of their shelf-life, it was still an impressive and well appreciated treat.

In the library, a decent selection of alcohol was laid out for the older residents, and in the recreation room, a couple of teenagers had put themselves in charge of keeping a steady flow of entertaining yet age-appropriate films running throughout the evening. Another resident had put himself in charge of music, and was taking requests in the dining hall.

((OOC:Here it is! Have fun! For everyone who was on the Saturday supply team, you'll be arriving home from the run shortly after the party starts.))