Who: 10 and Raven (Open to Martha, Jack, Rose, Leela, Six, Gwen, Lucifer, Eleven and Thirteen)
What: Bar shenanigans
When: Happy Hour
Where: Jack's Bar and Karaoke Club
Warnings: Update as needed
Notes:

( A Time Lord steps into a bar and - time keeps looping and there's a never ending happy hour )

Erik hadn't paid much attention to what the dates were since arriving here. It doesn't much matter what they are, because this place isn't home, not really, and what difference does it make what day it is? Until they'd gotten to the days that have always helped him feel connected to his parents and his past, even if certain aspects don't mean much to him anymore. Today he happens to have the day off, so he spends it in the kitchen, following his mother's recipes from memory.

When Raven comes home, she'll find a plate of food in the kitchen with her name on it, containing some braided bread and potato pancakes. Erik's not in the living room, but the light is on his bedroom, and the door's open a crack. It seems as though he's willing to be disturbed, should she be so inclined.

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Well. That was exciting.

[Presumably he means his arrival, since his is an unfamiliar face.]

Where does one go for fun around here?

[There are probably more important things to tend to first, Lucifer.]

[Action: Genessia City]

It's a good thing that he'd woken up in some place where no one else could see him -- and that he'd figured out that his true face was showing so he could hide it again -- because until he figures out what sort of place this is, it's better not to go showing it off to anyone he comes across. Especially given what happened the first time he did that.

So the strangest thing about this man strolling through Genessia City is his clothing. Not the fact that it's an expensive suit, bespoke, not off-the-rack. It's more the state of it: crisp white shirt marred by what appears to be several bullet holes, though not stained by blood and he himself has no injuries; a tear in the left jacket sleeve, and what appears to be blood if looked at closely enough. Otherwise his clothes are clean and impeccably cared for.

Where is he going? He doesn't know, but that's never stopped him before. If he acts like he belongs for long enough, then he's sure to figure something out soon enough.

Raven smiled as she glanced around the apartment. It was not very big or very fancy, at least in terms of places that she had resided in the past. And still, it wasn't too terrible. She had a feeling that she could at least try to make it feel a little homey. She wished she had pictures she could put up of Charles. It was like she was starting from scratch all over again.

Not that she had not done that before.

At least here, in this moment, she wasn't alone either. A rather modest two bedroom flat would give them each enough space to live and find solace when they needed it. She'd been able to earn enough money teaching workshops to be able to afford the flat and buy some small things. Furniture, pillows and sheets, just the simple things. Sharing with Erik was mutually beneficial financially.

And maybe, just maybe, she wanted to see if they could reconnect.

With a sigh, she moved over to a window and stared outside. She missed Charles. And Hank. All of the team, honestly. While there were some nice people here, it wasn't the same as being at home. She'd been fairly reclusive since being pulled here. And part of her wished she could just hide until she could go home.

It was the most conflicted she had felt in a long, long time.

[The screen blips on and a woman can be seen in it. She's not smiling, but she's not as angry as some either. Mostly, she appears to be neutral. She's dressed casually, wearing jeans, a white top and a black leather jacket. She's hesitant, as if she wants to say something, but she's trying to choose her words carefully.]

So... There's no way to get home, huh.

[There is tension in her shoulders as she tries to relax, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. As angry as she is, and she is angry, she knows losing her temper won't solve everything. Surprisingly, she has the voice of her pseudo-brother in her head and it's kind of calming her. For now.]

I... I've been to, uh, that place. Whatever. They answered my questions, I guess. [She rolled her eyes at that.]

Now what?