Raven loves waffles more than life itself (ofevilsfire) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-02-23 16:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, koriand'r (starfire), rachel roth (raven) |
Who: Kory and Raven
What: Great British Bake Off and Dream talk
When: First half of February
Where: Kory's
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
Kory was sitting in her living room with a sketch pad in her lap as she used a pencil to doodle a design that has been stuck in her head for new pieces of her clothing line. She was waiting for Raven and the food she had order to arrive for their weekly dinner. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder as she kept drawing, Kory was in the zone and it took knocking on the door to get her attention for she didn’t hear the doorbell.
Standing, she moved to the monitor to see who it was, seeing the delivery man, she pressed the button. “Be right there,” she had already paid for everything, even his tip, so she went to the door and open it, taking the bags, “thanks,” she commented, “have a good night” before shutting the door.
She moved to the living room, set the bags down, and went to get the wine and glasses for her and Raven. All she needed was Raven, which she knew the young woman would be there soon.
It was a good thing that Kory and Raven had a weekly dinner. Mostly because Raven wasn’t always the best at reaching out otherwise. She got caught up in her reading or Orange County weirdness in general. And while she had the weekly dinner with Dick and Ruby that she had started back when she was in New York...well, it was a good routine to have. Especially with Kory since she was adjusting to the area and well...there was always the concern about whenever the other woman would start dreaming.
And that weekly dinner with Kory was that night so once she finished up at work, Raven made her way to Kory’s new home just as the food delivery was leaving. Good timing there though portals tended to make it a bit easier to get around. No matter, making her way to the door, she rang the bell to wait.
After taking down the family business, Kory was weary of everything, so she went to the monitor to see who was at the door and smiled seeing Raven was there, “Coming,” she said as she press the button and didn’t wait for a reply because in a few short steps Kory open the door, “Hey!” she said with a warm smile as she step back to let Raven in.
“You have perfect timing, food hasn’t been here for long,” she waved for Raven to follow her to the living room, “do you want to watch tv or a movie tonight?” she asked over her shoulder.
No judgement on Raven’s part about being wary when it came to people and safety. She was like that even with her empathy which gave her a one up on knowing if someone was safe or not, or if her people were at the door or in trouble. So she just waited for Kory to open the door and gave a small smile in greeting.
“Hey,” Stepping in, she shrugged, “I try?” Or it just worked out that way when she had portalling abilities. As for TV or a movie. “Hmm...TV?”
“You can pick the show,” she offered as she went back to get the wine glasses and now the wine. “Noting to heavy though,” she called out, “I am in a creative mood, been doing some drawings for my new line.” Walking back out, she moved to sit the glasses on the table and as soon as she sat down she started to work the cork out of the bottle of wine.
With a pop, she picked up a glass to start pouring ,”I’m not sure what the line will be this time, but I got a few ideas. Anyways, how was your day?” she asked Raven.
Nothing too heavy was fine by Raven. She tended to stick to her documentaries when she was alone after all. The trick tended to be what was good that could also work for just being on in the background without needing to pay too much attention to it since conversation was a thing that happened when with someone and well, that could be difficult if you were watching something super engrossing or that required your full attention. Well, The Great British Bake Off was always good for that. The drama, the tension, while also contestants helping on another and not even competing for money. And it worked for background noise amidst conversation as well.
“I’m sure it’ll be great.” Not like Raven knew all that much about fashion. She knew what she liked and that was the extent of it. But she also knew Kory was really good at what she did so she had faith in her. The most creative she got had been sending literary quotes to Jack who would then draw a picture based on it.
“And it was normal.” Or as normal as researching ancient magics could be. But it was normal and quiet for Raven and she was fine with that.
“Good,” she informed her as she handed her a glass, “Normal is always good,” she leaned back, taking a sip of her drink, normal wasn’t something she was used to, not yet, but she will get there. “So what did you pick?” she asked as she shifted to sit her glass down and start to open the food.
Moving her hair over her shoulder, Kory started to go through the bags, pulling out containers and opening them for they could fill their plates.
Since Raven hadn’t really seen Kory on the network all that much (something she hoped meant that her friend would avoid the Dreams), it still meant that the older woman had no idea just how amusing a comment of normal is always good was. Things in Orange County were rarely normal after all.
“It is.” As for what she chose, “The Great British Bake Off.” What? Raven liked a wide variety of things. And it fit the not too heavy and dark request. Once the containers were opened, Raven started to fill her plate.
“Is there a new season, I always loved bread week” she smiled as settled back, then reached for the remote to search for the show and pressed play.
“It’s whatever is the most recent series on Netflix, so if you haven’t seen that one yet, then yes. As for Bread Week? We can always just skip to that episode.” Because really, that was the beauty of Netflix, being able to choose which episode. Especially in a show like The Great British Bake Off.
“Yes,” Kory replied as she went to the recent season and than the episode to find bread week. “I just love how creative they get the bread and the designs. It really amazes me. Here it is!” She pressed pay and leaned back, setting the remote down for she could start eating, “I love how quirky the hosts are.,” she commented.
It took all of Raven’s self control not to start levitating above the couch. It was a default for her most of the time when reading or anything like that. Second nature just like breathing. But Kory didn’t know about her powers yet, and Raven had yet to figure out how to broach the topic. She almost had in December given her warning about rogue Christmas decorations but it had never come up.
“Bread week does tend to be a lot more creative but all of the showstoppers tend to be amazing.” When they worked out. But even just the ideas that people came up? Amazing.
Kory nodded her head in agreement, it was the most creative at that. “Maybe I should get into cooking,” but honestly she was a horrible cook it's why she ordered in a lot. She got comfortable as she ate, she eyes on the television capacity even by the first challenge. “I never understood the how proofing, shouldn’t it take longer?” she commented as she reached for her wine glass.
“Couldn’t hurt,” Raven had essentially always needed to look after herself, which meant cooking was a thing. But that didn’t mean she was some great baker or chef or anything of that nature. No, she could just cook what she liked and it was better than just getting by. Not to mention the ability to portal and what it meant for getting world cuisines…. Well, she’d leave the creative cooking to the ones who knew what they were doing. “I have no idea. They obviously don’t show everything since limited amount of time on television that doesn’t match up to baking.”
“I burn nearly all I cook, so it will hurt my kitchen,” she chuckled and then nodded her head, “true, they do cut things from time to time.” She took a bigger gulp of her wine, “but I still don’t get the proofing.” She shrugged her shoulders as she leaned forward to put the glass down and back to the plate to eat more food. “Have you seen those post about dreams? You’ve had some?” she asked.
“I’m sure it’ll survive. In theory.” Smirking some, Raven took a sip of her wine before shrugging herself, “Couldn’t tell you. I made challah once and that’s the extent of me making bread. I’ll leave it to the actual bakers.” It was safer that way.
Or Kory could ask about the Dreams. That worked as well. It also made sense. It was such a large part of the network, it was hard to miss it.
“Yeah...multiple ones. You?”
She looked over at her, arched a brow, multiples, huh “None,” she commented, “at least that I know of, people dream and don’t recall all the time. She shrugged a shoulder, “but maybe that’s a good thing, with all i’ve been through. I don’t want to relive via almost getting killed by dreams, ya know?” especially since her sister put out the hit.
Raven could only really shrug at the arched brow. She knew how ridiculous it sounded and well, it wasn’t like she had really believed them at first. Not until the changes started happening. Even so, she was relieved that, at least so far, Kory had managed to avoid them. Part of her wanted to believe that she was wrong, that Kory’s name being so similar to Star’s was just a coincidence, but she knew better.
“Trust me, you’d remember them if you’d started having them. They leave an...impact. But I understand what you meant.”
“How intense are yours?” she asked as she put her plate back down, picking up her glass sipping it again. “I mean, I’ve seen a lot of people have very different dreams, what are yours?” she asked.
That was the question, wasn’t it?
“Short answer? Half demon empath with severe daddy issues who is part of a group of teenaged superheroes.” Because some things - no matter how different the WWII ones were being - remained the same, even if the how of it all was different.
“A bit longer deals with prophecy and fighting against said prophecy and trying to make amends for what I’m supposed to end up being or trying to stop it depending.”
Shrugging, Raven took a sip of her wine.
“Sometimes the Dreams and emotions are the hardest things to deal with. Other times it can be the more...physical things that cross over.”
She frowned slightly as her description, but she was being honest and she could respect that. “I…” she paused, “not even sure what to say to that, but….” she leaned over to pick up the bottle, “more wine?”
It wasn’t much, but it was all she could offer for the moment. “You know if you need to talk about it, you can talk to me,” she also offered, “if you want to.” She wouldn’t push Raven to talk about something she didn't want to.
Raven really wasn’t one to mince words or lie. Even when she wanted to, but she had known that the Dream conversation was bound to come up eventually. And probably better this way than because Kory actually had started dreaming and was freaking out.
“It’s a lot and not even all of it, so I get it.” Because there were the aforementioned physical things that crossed over that she had mentioned but had yet to really go into. Which was something else entirely.
“Um, I’m good for now, but thanks.”
Kory needed more wine though wasn’t that shocking thanks to the conversation and she’d probably need more if they went into the physical changes and powers bit.
“I know.” The trick was if Raven would talk to Kory about whatever else came up. It was complicated talking about Dreams to those who didn’t have them and eventually Kory would have them herself, it was just the nature of Orange County. “You too, obviously. I’ve been dealing with them for years now, soo….yeah.”
Kory nodded her head, “deal,” she told her simple as she sat the bottle down and picked up her food again, her head attention going back to bread week. She didn’t even want to think about what her dreams would lead to, if, really when, she had them.. “Look at that lettucing,” she pointed her fork at the tv.
Raven couldn’t blame Kory for not wanting to think about the Dreams and what they could lead to. The twenty one year old had the certain beats she knew always seemed to follow and still they managed to throw her half the time. It was exhausting. But for now it seemed she didn’t have to go through the reveal of what she could now do and looked like without her glamour in place which honestly was a relief. It would happen eventually, it always did and usually in the worst way possible. But right now, it was bread week.
“Huh.”