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[ When her video feed clicks on, Raven looks like this. Same as always, physically, except this time maybe a little more nervous than usual. Not in a bad way, just a little bit fidgety and not looking right at the camera like she tends to do. That would be because she plans on finally letting this ship know that she's a mutant. Big news! She's never actually gone public with this, in an sense of the word, but it feels right to now. And not just because both Erik and Alex now have called her out on it. ]

Hey.

[ Here's a small wave at the camera, quickly followed by a nose scrunch and a short laugh. God, nerves are the worst. She takes a breath, rolls her shoulders back. ]

So, for anyone that doesn't know me, my name is Raven. I've been on the ship for- [.......thinky..] -well, since the first jump, and, not that it's a big, dark thing or anything, but, I have a secret. And recently it's been bugging me a lot that I haven't really told anyone outside of just a couple of people, because it's nothing that I'm ashamed of, it's just something I'm not used to being entirely open about. Back home it's not really ..normal, so I always had to be careful about who I told. But things are different here.

-- And this is starting to sound really cryptic, so, I'm just going to say it.

[ As she continues talking, Raven starts to shift. She's not wearing any clothes, but the camera view is only from the shoulders up, so.]

I'm a mutant. Human, technically, I'm from Earth and I'm built the same in most ways, only genetically I'm much different. The same kind of mutation as Magneto, um, kind of. Not really, though? We're both mutants, but we do very different things. I don't know all the technical terms, evolution and genomes and stuff, but that's why I can shapeshift. And this is my true form.

[She holds the back of her hand up close to the camera for a moment, letting her scales show more clearly before resting it back in her lap.]

I've walked around here like this before, but only because the ship messes with my abilities a bit after each jump, and it's hard getting back enough control to change my appearance. Umm. The blonde girl isn't a real person, not really. She's the face I've been wearing for years now, kind of a patchwork of different features I picked out when I was a kid. And I haven't ever used my abilities to impersonate someone here, and I never will unless the person knows and there's a very good reason for it. Because when I shift I completely change, in every way. Voice, finger prints. It all changes.

So. Yeah! That wasn't so bad, right? [ She's blushing now, but it's hard to tell. ] Um. If anyone has any questions about what I can do, you can just ask, I don't mind. [ In other words; please, please don't be scared of me now that you know. ]

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[The exact same reason he wasn't planning to meet her where he is now.]

Meet you there in an hour then.

[An hour actually goes pretty quick when she's answering questions about her mutation, and she's almost glad to have a reason to turn off her comm for a while when her time is finally up. She flops back on her bed for a moment, trying to shake off the nerves that come with leaving her room for the first time since she made herself known, but whatever.

When she heads to the lift, Raven has her dress on over blue skin, but she didn't bother with shoes. The ship is clean, she knows, plus it feels weird wearing her boots when she's not wearing a shift. And whatever, if she really needs shoes she can just make them, whatever.

Yes, she's thinking this much about shoes because she's nervous. She's blue and she's agreed to hang out (and possibly drink) with her brother's not-twin. It's all very exciting.

She's there before him and she's glad for it, quick to take a seat at the small table and trying hard not to pay attention who might see her as they're walking by. She doesn't care, let them see. She's fine.

It's all fine.]

[In a complete contrast to Raven, Wesley seems entirely too relaxed when he finally does arrive in the kitchen. The few minutes he'd actually spent debating with himself had solely revolved around deciding whether or not to take a weapon with him.

In the end, it was routine that won out, though he at least managed to cut back to just a single weapon; Fox's remaining hidden away from prying eyes. He still hasn't brought himself to moving it yet, and he isn't entirely sure why. But that's another thought for another day.

The rest of his time had been used in finding something stronger than coffee for them to drink; an easy enough task after just how much recon he's done by now. A new habit that's already difficult to break.

Now though, he doesn't waste any time in crossing the room, thumping the bottle down on the table, and a grin in place that can't mean anything good. The bottle- vodka? maybe -is mostly full, and he doesn't plan on taking any back with him.]

So. Do you go purple when you drink?

You're kind of a jerk, has anyone ever told you that?

[And I wouldn't know, I don't drink.

That can go under 'things she'll never tell Wesley'. Him being so candid with her makes it easier to relax though, as does the face that he looks so much like Charles. But his voice is different, his mannerisms, his clothes. They couldn't be more different. It's... jarring, to say the least, but she could get used to it.]

Where did you even find that?

Once or twice.

[Or maybe something a hell of a lot like it almost every day of his adult life. Thanks again, Cathy. He drops a look to the bottle, before shrugging his shoulders. The real story involves a little breaking and entering. Nothing too exciting, right?]

Had to kill a guy. [He leans forward as though he's sharing a secret.] Avoid the third floor. I left a mess behind.

[And then he's off, doubling back in to the kitchen to find a couple of glasses.]

[ cue that weird laugh that happens when you're actually kind of horrified ]

You should be careful who you make those jokes with, for future reference. There are people on the ship that would take it way too seriously.

[ she watches him leave, aaand tries not to think too far into whether he was being serious or not. ]

[It doesn't take him long to find what they need, even going as far as to pull some juice out the fridge along the way. He doesn't plan on making it that obvious of what he's up to right now.

Back again, and he slumps into a seat at last, not wasting any time in pouring them each a shot.]

Worried you might have your work cut out for you? Being my bodyguard and everything.

[ Raven's just going to watch those glasses like the alcohol might jump out and bite her if she doesn't keep an eye on it. She's had hard liquor before, it's impossible to avoid taking shots when your favorite hangout back home was the pub, but it was always just a quick thing, never... sitting and having drinks with somebody. Hoboy. ]

I'm not worried. Even if you manage to tick everyone off, I'm sure I can talk them out of punching you in the face. [ she's already grinning though, because no she doesn't believe anyone on the ship would do that. then again, Raven's never exactly been the best judge of character. ]

"Tick off"? [What are you, from the sixties or something? OH WAIT.

Lifting his glass, he motions toward the other one with it, giving Raven an expectant look. One way or another, she's joining in. And one way or another, he's getting her to answer those questions she'd been avoiding before. If he gets his way, the two will undoubtedly be related.]

Glad to know you've got my back. I wouldn't want to deprive the ship of all this. [See: his face. And his bad attempt at keeping his own grin off of it.]

[ HM FINE she'll pick up her glass then, lifting her brows at him 'there, happy?' and clinking the rim against his without any sort of cheers or warning or whatever.

Bottoms up.

-- well, she takes a sip.

And her bright yellow eyes start to water. ]

ohwow.

[ could be directed at his comment or the liquor ]

[Nope, he hasn't drank any of his yet because he's a little preoccupied with trying not to laugh out loud at Raven's attempt at drinking.]

Guess I should've asked for ID first.

[But he does take pity on her by pulling the juice over and adding some to her glass. There. Should be easier to drink now.]

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