[Rapunzel is just sitting in a gondola with Pascal, flipping through a book idly, occasionally running her fingers through the water.]

I like these boats...they're nice...I think Eugene said there were boats like this back in the kingdom, right?

[Pascal nodded, and she smiled, putting the book down and looking up at the sky.]

Maybe'll they'll have lanterns here...

[ Panic sits heavy in Raven's throat, drips into her heart like the water currently falling from her uniform. She'd had to pull herself from the water immediately, the shock of cold and lack of breath breaking only when the survival instinct had kicked it. But it's not seawater, she knows that much, knows as she sits on the steps of an unfamiliar building and watches the flooded streets with an unfamiliar horror that she is no longer on the beach. Had the teleporter brought her here? And what of her brother, of her friends?

Raven doesn't like feeling lost.

But she found the device easily, sitting awkward against the leather of her uniform. It had taken moments for her to figure out the buttons and now she stares at it. The device barely catches a flicker of blue before it settles on to the image of a blonde girl, a worried crease settling between her eyebrows. She's wearing some sort of uniform, yellow and black leather that hugs her tight and looks like it's made for protection more than anything. But it's maybe a little strange to see a girl who looks so young in something like that. ]

Is this a camera? [ Turning the device in her hands. ] I don't --.

[ She doesn't know what it is or how to use it and all she can think of is the last thing she said to Charles before they came to the beach, before they had to fight. It makes her want to cry but she knows she can't. With an exhale of breath and a disappointed sound, she talks almost to herself. ] Always falling to peices, c'mon.

My kingdom for a boat! A gondola. A flying eagle that can carry me over the canal.

A challenge while we search our respective flats for supplies. Come up with two bright sides to this situation.

private to Charles Xavier;

Apology accepted. The cookies were good, I mourn their loss now.

private to Clary & Jace;

Say I've found drinks in the cupboards that I'm fairly sure I can mix into something fancy. If I impart my wisdom with you, I think any price involving Jace and braids and ribbons is a fair one. Clary, your thoughts?

How nice that people can celebrate a day like this on romantic gondolas. Hopefully people will take advantage of the opportunity.

Then again, there are always rebellious children in every crowd.

[He hums a bit.]

I probably should have sent chocolates to my friends here. My apologies for not doing so.



[ooc: No one but Cain got chocolates. Enjoy those, son.]

This change to the City is temporary, yes? That is the way with these impulsive shifts, as far as I have noted.

I do not understand the correlation with this holiday I continue to hear talk of in the streets.

I have established it is a day for lovers, but at what inception and to what ultimate goal I have not yet grasped.

I would research at the library, but I believe we are all familiar with its peculiar sense of usefulness.

Miss Mae has not invited me back, besides. And I did send more flowers.

So, I turn to my fellow... [Ah. There's that smile of his, pleasant, dark eyes mere slits. It masks his superiority complex.] man to please discuss the matter with me.

It is so interesting to be a novice student again.



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[ ...You may also find him dumping a body into the canal at some point during the day... The water is murky enough to conceal it, yes? ]