2012-08-26 Girls' Night In

Evening in the Gardens. Closing time, soon, maybe. Tanya doesn't really know, since she's not exactly well-versed on the place. She'd gotten a tip from an acquaintance of Rain's at the Oblivion Bar that she might be here. One of the young witch's hang-out spots. She's on--something of a mission, in a way, so started seeking out Rain the moment her shift ended at Mack and Co. Her motorcycle safely tucked under a tarp in the parking lot, she strides through the huge Gardens, half-hoping the witch is using magic, just so she doesn't have to spend all night combing through the place.

Maybe. Rain's decided to head out, as people are leaving for the day. She hums softly, bobbing along through the crowd. She has a small flower pot pail with a few packets of seeds in it. Must be trying to find a hobby past 'bumbling into danger'. She has some magic up, likely watching for things. Trolls like plants? Maybe she should be trying on an internet forum... Either way, she might stick out for her gambler's hat and holding some plants growing stuff in a bag. But wait. Who's that? How many tattooed women are there in NYC? Rain pauses. Offers a wave. If it's not Tanya, act cool. Yeah. There we go. She's at least stopped and waving now.

Hands in her jacket pockets, Tanya sidesteps around people as they make their way toward the exit. It's not really that hard, though; amazing how much space is made for her. She can see the threads of magic as they're lightly twisted by the magic of the witch, and actually breathes a small sigh of relief. She won't have to hunt all over creation, after all. She'll have to remember to tip that bartender a bit better next time. When the witch gets her attention with a wave, Tanya grins and waves back, speeding up to a small job. High-top sneakers are much more comfortable to jog in. "Hey!" she says when she gets close enough. "I was told I'd find you here. Got some time to kill?" She'll fall into step beside the young witch, hands returning to her pockets in a casual pose.

Rain smiles faintly at the greeting. Then she blinks. Huh. "Oh. Wow. Hey. And um, sure, what's up?" She seems to be against an actual schedule in her life, drifting here and there along the waves of timey wimey stuff. She stops her casting for now, to give attention to Tanya. Her head tilts a little. "How are you?" She'll stop in her walking. "And ... where should I be heading then? I was going to head home." She explains. "And start putting my seeds and stuff in dirt," Beam. She's still a touch awkward, but it's slowly fading as she becomes comfortable with the person she's with.

That makes Tanya grin, and she shrugs one shoulder, saying, "If you're heading home, we can go there. I can help put seeds in dirt, if you like--as long as you don't mind riding on the back of my motorcycle.  As for what's up, well--I just discovered that we have more in common than I thought." That grin stays on her face as she removes her right hand from her pocket. In classic stage magician fare, she shows her empty palm, then turns her hand over to show the back of her hand, then shows her palm again--and with a sudden flick, a certain black card appears between her fingers. A certain "token", in her case given to her by Zatanna. No, no real "magic"-magic, here, just some basic sleight-of-hand. Probably less impressive to those who can weave the threads of "true" magic to their whim, but what the hell.

... At the mention of going home, Rain smiles faintly. "Um. Well. Sorta. And what do you mean?" That's a lot at once. Rain shakes her head. "I don't mind riding on the motorcycle. I do ride a broomstick..." She remarks quietly. "And I can hang out somewhere else for a bit. I'm technically homeless, so I live in a lot of places," She explains. That might be the simplest way to put it and explain how she ends up here, and there. Then a blink. "Oh! She talked to you too?" Her eyebrows lift and and she grins. "Congratulations..." Nod. "Just don't use it to summon her for strip poker, or she'll end you, she said, I think..." She taps her chin, trying to remember the exact warning. For now, she follows along.

Another flick of the hand, and the card disappears again. Tanya shoves her hand back in her pocket, saying, "Hee, strip poker. Damn, there goes /that/ idea." A lift of her brows to accompany the humor in her voice. "Seriously, though, just name the place to hang out, though I don't mind getting my hands dirty, you know, and planting seeds could be pretty neat, I think. I mean, I work on cars for a living; I don't mind a bit of dirt under the fingernails." Another grin given to the witch as they get to the entrance of the Gardens. Thankfully her motorcycle is in one piece, she can see that from the entrance. She almost pities anyone who tries to jack it from her.

Rain has an amused look on her face. "Considering some of the guys... I wouldn't put it past a few," She notes wryly. She smiles faintly. "Wherever is convenient. Usually, most of us hang out by the bridges or alleys with cover," She notes. She smiles back at Tanya's grin. A spiritualist to her witch maybe? Shaman? "And that's true. There's a lot of grease and oil in cars... some people seem to like it, if old Mike's any indication. I keep telling him... to buy some steel toed shoes so I don't have to keep healing his feet," Headshake. Stubborn old grease monkeys. "I can get us a hotel room to hang out in or something. Or there's the park..." She taps her chin, following Tanya along. Really, stealing things from magic people reeks of bad idea, especially if they can pull sympathetic magic or spiritual favors.

When they get to her motorcycle, Tanya starts uncovering it, rolling the tarp back starting from the front. She's actually rather methodical about it. "Tell you what, if you like--if you're comfortable with the idea, and if not I wouldn't blame you--we can go to my place. It's up in Harlem, but what the hell, right?" she says, glancing at Rain with a grin. "I can offer food and drink, though don't go expecting four-star sh--stuff, mind. I can use the microwave like a champ and the range pretty well.  Other'n that, I can offer soda, beer, or milk, unless you want water." A bare beat as she strips the tarp off completely and starts carefully folding it. "Oh, also? Tell Mike that if he doesn't get steel-toed boots, the next Chevy he works on will slip on its lift and chop his toes right off." Another grin as she stows the cloth away in a compartment. "I wouldn't actually /do/ it, but--it might be nice to remind him why we wear good shoes in the first place."

Rain smiles faintly. "That'd be cool." She watches as the tarp is unrolled. "That sounds handy, though - I've never been much of a cook," She admits. "Still, it'd be neat to see your secret hideout," She nods. Rain peers over. "And that's okay. I went to college and am homeless. If it doesn't eat me first..." She trails off. She can accept whatever is offered with decent good cheer. She listens to Tanya's words about old Mike. "I keep telling him that. If I couldn't get there in time and he lost toes, that's... that'd likely be close to a career ender if he can't stand or move around easily. I dunno. Stubborn old guys I guess," Sigh. She frowns and tips her hat back. "You seem enthusiastic about it. Do you work on modern cars or classics more?" She asks.

After making sure the compartment is snugly closed, Tanya grabs the helmet from the seat. "Classics. I--sort of /can't/ work on modern cars, because of the electronics in them." She pauses just long enough to look around, making sure no one's around, then she leans a bit closer to Rain. "One of my--benefactors? They /really/ don't like electronics.  I can use only three things, and that's only out of necessity--this motorcycle, my phone, and my M.P.3. player.  This to get around, my phone so I can know when to go to work and actually keep up with people, and the M.P.3. player because it loves polka." A shrug. "I don't get it, either, but whatever, right?" She grins, there, and hands the helmet to the witch. "Okay, put this on," she says, then gets onto the Tomahawk. "Get on behind me and wrap your arms around my waist, and don't worry about hanging on too tightly. Hanging on tightly is better than you falling off." Another grin, given with another lift of her brows.

Rain nods, and listens. "I see," She considers it. There are little computers in everything anymore, aren't there? She listens as Tanya leans in, purple eyes on her fellow magi. She ohs softly. "There's no accounting for taste, I guess," A wry smile. "Polka used to be pretty popular," She notes. She seems a little amused by all the quirks of dealing with spirits. "Some things are inexplicable." Like, why DO most of her witchly cousins like being so nude all the time? With burrs and bugs and - yikes. Rain doesn't even wanna THINK about it. She accepts the helmet, and will slip it on after pulling her hat off. "Got cha." She smiles at the grin. "Yeah, cleaning me off the road would be more work for everyone..." She considers. Just like any passenger on the ole broomstick. Mercifully, flying cares are unlikely, given humanity's proclivity to suddenly derp while driving. She'll get on behind Tanya and carefully put her arms around the spiritualist's waist. She doesn't want to go splat, after all.

A push of a button and the Tomahawk /roars/ to life. Tanya grins as she backs the thing out of the slot, and she coasts through the parking lot pretty calmly. Once they get out of the parking lot, though, and onto the road proper--she guns the engine and hunches over, which, with Rain's hands around her waist, should encourage her to do the same. If Rain looks at the speedometer, especially when they hit the highway, she'll see the needle speed past one hundred miles an hour, a hundred and fifty, two hundred... Tanya zooms and weaves around traffic, grinning mostly to herself. The machine is a /beast/--yet a tamed one. She dodges a car on its left, a truck on its right, and dips into the oncoming lane just enough to slide past a station wagon. At least she slows down as they go through Manhattan--though not by much, and even then it's only by necessity. In less time than it would legally require, they'll pull up behind 28 Macombs Place, where she can lock her bike away.

... much noisier than the broomstick. She'll hunch over too, then, likely catching a second or two of wind. Rain tries not to think about how fast they're going. Then again, she flies on a /broomstick/... Hmmm. She just considers the paradox and irony there. Still, she does her best to hang on and not thing about the speed. No siree. No bob. Nevertheless, she's a decent passenger and is quiet along the way home. Just. Don't. LOOK. AT least with the broomstick, traffic is mostly pigeons. Sometimes those pigeons are dangerous, like in Gotham.

After waiting for Rain to get off the motorcycle, Tanya gets up as well and runs a hand through her hair--which really does nothing, but still. "What'd you think?" she asks as she walks the Tomahawk into a little storage unit next to the carports. She'd managed to trade her parking slot for this, so she can actually lock her motorcycle away. After setting it inside, she'll fish keys out of her jeans pocket, holding her hand out for the helmet. She's also genuinely curious what the witch thought of the ride. She knows she doesn't apply the brake /nearly/ as often as most people would like, but--the other woman does ride a broomstick, so she wonders how it compares.

Rain is a little surprised, but she pulls off the helmet. Helmet hair fro, go! She looks a bit owlish, wide-eyed. "Well. That's a bit faster... I usually wear goggles and the bandanna with my hat when I fly," She admits with a smile. She will hand the helmet over. "That was pretty neat, but it's scary with more stuff going by. Most of what I have to worry about is freshly cleaned windows, pigeons, bugs and that sort of thing. I think I could reach low flying craft, but I have to watch out that the air doesn't get too thin," She considers. She seems to have appreciated it well enough, though way faster than normal!

The helmet gets set on the seat, then Tanya exits the storage room and closes it, sliding the bolt shut. She unlocks the padlock on it and re-locks it to keep the slide bolt in place. Twirling the keys around her finger, she goes to lead the way around to the front. "Need to check the mail," she says by way of explanation, then adds, "Anyway, you know, riding a broomstick actually sounds pretty cool. I mean, yeah, you have to worry about all of that, but--you're also free, free of gravity, traffic laws..." She clucks her tongue and glances over to Rain. "One of these days, you're going to have to let me ride bitch on your broom, yeah?" It doesn't immediately occur to her that not everyone is "up" on motorcycle slang, so Rain might not know that the "bitch seat" is the one directly behind the driver of the motorcycle--or broomstick, in some cases.

Rain smiles faintly. She nods at Tanya and follows along. "That's true. It's kinda nice when I don't have to worry about spooking police and people," She notes. Then a pause at the ride bitch comment. Peer. Headtilt. "Um, you can hop along. But I'm not sure what that means," She admits. And frankly, after that vibrating broomstick toy fiasco with the toy companies, Rain's careful to make sure that she understands all of what's going on about her broomstick. "I usually cruise around at night, though some places are more okay with it by day," She smiles. "Like I said, I mostly have to mind not spooking people." A shrug at that. Still, she's a little confused.

A small laugh, and Tanya holds the front door open for Rain so the witch can precede her into the lobby. It's a small lobby, with a bank of mailboxes on one side, a staircase in the corner, an ancient elevator in another corner, and--that's almost it, really. This was built back in "the day", so hopefully not much more is expected. "Umm, sorry about that--riding bitch is biking slang. It means to ride behind the driver.  Think of motorcycle gangs, right--the big bikers with the--the hairy faces, the 'colors' and all.  The only people who rode /behind/ was generally 'their woman'--" and yes, she makes air quotes, "--I.E., their 'bitch'.  The weekend warriors are about the only ones who keep to that anymore, though the terminology's stuck around." As she talks, she unlocks her mailbox and pulls out--not much of consequence. Ads and the opportunity of a lifetime--a time share. Yeah-huh. She closes the box again, saying, "Anyway, so I was basically offering to ride along with you sometime." Another grin, then she heads for the stairs, taking the steps carefully. Stupid summoner. "Anyway, my apartment's on the fourth floor, and the elevator's busted." She sounds genuinely apologetic.

Rain will step in then, so Tanya can follow and get her mail. "Aah, I see," She smiles faintly. She rubs the back of her head. "I guess that makes sense." It's a culture she's not entirely familiar with and it's a definite clash with her somehow-like-Wiccan upbringing with goddess as central. She shrugs, smiles and goes with it. "Slang is what it is," She just goes with it. It's not polite to barge into other people's slang, after all. "And oh. That's um, okay..." She's at least in averageish shape. "It happens." A shrug and a smile. "I'd offer to fix it but that'd look pretty weird," She admits. She's learning things here, though. "And I figured that was what it meant, but I couldn't be sure. Assuming might get me turned into a goat or something," She notes. At least, that's one of life's hazards when dealing with anything magic.

"Eh, it's okay. I've got it somewhat taken care of, though it still hurts like a bitch, and I'll probably have a stupid scar," says Tanya, forcing a smile. Hunched over her motorcycle, she can ignore the discomfort and just /enjoy/ the /ride/. Trying to walk of steps--not so much. She really wants to just jog up the steps like normal, but--yeah. That won't be happening again any time soon. "Anyway, feel free to ask if I use slang you don't get; I sometimes forget that there are a lot of people who don't remember biker slang." That's said with an easier smile given over her shoulder. "But trust me, I wouldn't knowingly do something that would turn you into a goat. A ram, maybe, but rams are just more awesome, right?" A hopefully obvious joke, there, given with a lift of her brows, a wider smile, and a humorous tone to her voice as they near her floor.

Poor Tanya. Rain catches on a little and frowns. She looks worried, as Tanya seems to hurt a bit. "And that's fair enough. I appreciate it. What do you mean scar?" She peers over, worried. She follows along, though Rain is content to walk up stairs. Jogging is for - well, people who can jog. "Thanks. Rams are pretty alright," She considers. She is quiet on the way up, mostly listening. She seems to catch the jokes well enough, nodding. "Shapeshifting's - definitely not my strong point," She notes wryly. Maybe she should make it a point to ask a certain Asgardian. Newting could be potentially useful and hilarious. Or toading. "I still need to get an owl or something anyway." Grin.

That makes Tanya actually stop and turn to look at Rain. "...sorry, I thought you were talking--never mind. I didn't realize you meant fixing the elevator." There's actually a bit of red at her cheeks from the embarrassment of just then realizing that they were talking about two separate things. Her hand automatically goes to her stomach, the bandages wrapped around her waist beneath her shirt. "Anyway, right, well," she says as she turns to head up the last flight of stairs, "I say get a raven. I know it's a bit stereotypical, but--dude, ravens--well, corvids in general--are wicked smart.  Sentient, possibly /sapient/.  Can't get much better than that--and if you befriend one, you might get a whole flock--or more!--behind you." Yes, she's a bit of a nerd, but by now that can't be a huge surprise. When they get to the fourth floor, she exhales softly and twirls her keys around her finger again.

"Huh?" Her eyebrows lift. "OH." She laughs and goes red. "Um, sorry." She rubs the back of her head. Whoops. Rain looks embarrassed. A lot. More than usual, even. "Well, the elevator would be kind of suspicious if it was suddenly fixed..." She notes. She hms at the idea of a raven. "I don't know what I'd do if the bird's smarter than me," She jokes lightly, with a wry smile. "A raven would probably blend in with the city birds a bit better," She admits. "And that would be kinda cool," She nods, giving thought to the idea. Birds! Hmm. She takes a deep breath as they get up to the forth floor. "A snake seems like it'd be too hard to hide and carry with, too."

"I doubt the bird'd be smarter than you," Tanya says dryly, glancing at Rain as she leads the way to her door. "But if you want a snake, maybe you could magically train it or something--so it could stay under your shirt, right, then wham!--it could slither out along your arm and kind'a--pose there, or something." A grin as she stops in front of her door. "I think that'd be cool, anyway." She unlocks the three locks on her door and pushes it open, leading the way inside. First order of business, shoes and socks /off/, to be set next to the other pairs of shoes that line the wall near the door. It's kind of a pain--literally--to do with her abdomen as it is, but better than traipsing dirty shoes across the rest of the place, so what the heck.

Rain grins at that. "You never know. And that'd be neat. Snakes are kind of cool looking," Finger wriggles. She considers it, anyway. It's likely a long way off before Rain has a familiar. She shrugs and smiles. She follows along, carefully taking off her shoes and socks, too. She's a polite guest, at least. "A fish wouldn't be practical. I'd have to carry the bowl with me or put it on wheels." Walk your goldfish anyone? She looks around. Hmm. "Thank you for having me over."

"Ooh, that'd be cool," says Tanya, wriggling her toes a little. "I'm sure you could magic up some kind of bowl that would--I don't know--never tip, or is a whole sphere but lets air in, or something." She grins as she heads toward the kitchen. "Feel free to sit wherever, and what do you want to drink? I gave you the choices, right?  Oh, wait, I have tea, too.  Chamomile, Earl Grey, green tea--that one I have actual tea leaves for." The image of a goldfish bowl on a leash and wheels is still amusing to her, making her grin as she looks through cupboards.

Rain smiles a little. "That'd be awesome," She considers. Reverse scuba suit with little mecha legs? Then she'd have to worry about her fish going all Doc Ock and taking over the city or something. "Um. Just soda is fine," Handwave. And she too, is contemplating goldfish-on-wheels. Hee. Would goldfishes like walkies? You can teach them to play ball, but... Hmmm. She considers it, as she looks around. "Yeah, you did." Beam.

"Soda it is," says Tanya, heading to the refrigerator. "I hope Mexican Coke is fine. Real sugar, stronger flavor..." She pulls out too bottles, then fishes around a drawer for a bottle opener, finding what was once called a church key. The caps popped off and tossed into the trash under the sink, the church key returned to the drawer, and she heads over to Rain, handing her one of the bottles before heading to the couch. "You're still thinking of the goldfish, aren't'cha?" she says with a grin as she sits down and pulls her legs up to sit cross-legged--or not. Her stomach rather protests at that, so she tries to hide her grimace as she extends her feet to the floor again.

"Sure," It seems rude to refuse even trying. Don't knock it until you try it! Rain smiles a little. "Thanks." She nods. She will take a seat nearby. "A little. The mental image is priceless," She admits with a smile and accepts the bottle. "Are you alright?" Headtilt. Maybe her legs were asleep? Too many crunches? Rough night repairing stuff? Hmmm. She doesn't push the issue if Tanya doesn't want to, but still. "And also, I met Mr. Spock this weekend! Okay. Maybe someone who looked a lot like him, but he lived in the water."

"The mental image /is/ priceless," Tanya agrees, then takes a sip of her soda. "As for me, well--eh. Kind of got hurt dealing with this idiot demon summoner shi--jerk.  Turns out, when demons who are also fire grab you, it /hurts/.  I can say I learned something from the experience." That sarcastic, if still good-natured, comment given as she lifts the hem of her shirt a little, showing the Ace bandages that wrap around her lower abdomen, lower than where Rain would have held on, for the ride. "It's--it'll get better, sooner or later. I'm just glad I know just enough of the healing arts to have sped up the process a little." A shrug, there, then, "But anyway, tell me about Mister Spock. Why was he living in the water?"

Rain smiles a little. Then a frowns. "That's no good. I can try healing it up if you want. Seems to be my best power so far, and I don't require any paper work," She fingerwriggles. "Don't worry, I don't have to touch the wound," She explains. "Still... That seems pretty rough." The worst she's ever gotten was Ring'd by the Ringer. Sigh. "Speeding healing is a good start," Sagenod. At the talk of Mr. Spock in the water, Rain starts. "It was the weirdest thing. I went to check in on one of the old dock workers - nice guy with an epic beard, but instead I think there was some sort of mafia hit going down. A golem popped out and that odd guy with the fabulous hair was getting punched up pretty good," She pauses. "It was a pretty fierce golem. Anyway, this dude with pointy ears pops out of the water and just uses the stupid golem for a freaking /baseball/ after it knocked a crane loose. He was yelling about kingdom of the sea and Imperious Rex! that. ... it was pretty badass." She is just boggled at the power scale. Mind, it's freaking Namor, so y'know.

Brows lifting and scrunching a little, Tanya can't help but grin as she listens. This is an oddly excited side to Rain, and she can tell that it's not that common for the other young woman. It's actually nice to see, really. She sips her soda as she listens, clucking her tongue softly now and then. "Damn, man, that--sounds pretty sweet. Most exciting thing I can say is that I helped a few people stop that yahoo demon summoner guy.  What he wanted in the bank, I still don't know.  Anyway!  Man, that sounds neat, though the bit about 'undersea kingdoms' and Imperious Rex--think he was actually on your side, or just an 'enemy of my enemy' sort'a thing?" She actually wouldn't turn down the offer to magic up her wound, but it's more interesting to see Rain so nicely--well, hyper, for her, it seems like.

Rain does get weirdly excited sometimes. She nods. "There was a girl who passed through things, but she kinda wanted to hit on shadow guy," She admits. A shrug and a smile. "She seemed pretty nice, though. And I guess he did have nice hair," She taps her chin with a finger, trying to think. She sips her soda. "No idea. I'm not a fish person. Fish American?" Hmmm. That's a dilemma. Shrug. "Either way, it was neat to see an honest to goodness golem. Even if it was trying to deliver karmic payback to shadow guy so much it was taking out the platform. On one hand, I guess I can understand doing his job. On the OTHER..." That dock getting damaged? Yeah, bad for the mortals, likely. "On the other, a lot of normal folks do count on that dock." Moral quandary! "I dunno, but um, let me heal your wound here? It'll take a minute, and I'll zone but you can hum something motivational if you like."

"That'd be cool, actually," says Tanya, leaning forward to set her bottle on the coffee table. "And if you need to touch, that's fine. I'm not going to take it as a come-on, and I'm wearing a sports bra." That's said with a grin as she leans back again, and she moves the neck of her T-shirt a little down her shoulder to prove it. She really is wearing her sports bra! They're more comfortable--and useful--than most of the "normal" ones, even though she's not exactly so well-endowed a bit of jiggling would really hurt much, or anything. Still. "But, umm, whatever works. I don't mind you zoning if that's what you do.  I'm not about to really worry about how other mages access the magic, right?" Another grin, there. "And after you can tell me more about that really messed-up-sounding incident."

Rain nods. It'll take her a few minutes to really build concentration. One of the hazards of will working. "I usually make it glow so people don't freak out, even though... I really don't need to." She shrugs and smiles. She doesn't really need to touch. Rain's in a similar situation, figurewise. Too bad she didn't get the Tarot-esque sexy figure the other witches did. Kid really missed out on the genetic gravy train. "It has pluses and minuses," She lets it be at that. "Sure. It wasn't too much past that..." But for now? She zones, starting that will working mojo. Time warp lines! Time passes, and it does take a few minutes - but it's a pretty hefty dose of healing and it likely wipes away as much of the wound as one could wish for. Happy healing!

When the witch goes quiet, Tanya takes the opportunity to study her out of curiosity. She wonders the usual things, how life-paths worked out, that sort of thing. The murmurs in the back of her head offer their own suggestions, and she bites back the urge to tell them to shut up. Again. They've been somewhat decent so far, at least they haven't been clamoring /loudly/ for attention or anything. Not for a few hours, anyway, but. When Rain's done, Tanya blinks, having zoned out, herself, a little. She realizes that her stomach actually feels better now. "Hey, awesome," she murmurs, reaching down to pull up her shirt again and tuck it under her chin. Leaning forward, she finds the metal fastener-thingies that keep the bandage wound and starts unwinding it. With the wrap and the gauze beneath, it takes a minute, but she can finally ball up the stuff and set it in her lap. "Wow," she murmurs, running her fingers over her stomach. "Didn't even mess up the ink, either. I'm impressed." She grins at the young woman as she lowers her shirt again. "Do you--do you need anything? Like to rest, or something to eat, or--something?  I mean, I don't know how tiring that was..." She's trying to be respectful; different people access magic differently, but it's usually not easy.

Rain looks a little like someone brained her over the head with a frying pan. She shakes her head and smiles. "Nah. The only thing is I have to make sure I can concentrate, so I make sure to get lots of sleep, food and stuff like that or it all fizzles. It's kind of slow compared to a lot of things, but ... all considered, I think I made out pretty well." A faint smile. There's perks to the witchin' bloodline. Well, if she were actually fully awesome enough. She's a little dazed looking, but nods. "That's good. Sometimes I have to remember tattoos and stuff." Or gods forbid, piercings. Yeow. Deep breath. "It's just really awkward to do in say, a fight. And nah, I'm good. Thank you though," Beam. "But it does have its limits. I couldn't bring someone back to life - though that tends to mostly be forbidden or um, hm. Well. I'd say fixing chronic conditions'd be up there..." She can't just undo years of damage. That would take extensive rituals. Phew. "Granted, mom likes to dress it up in ritual but... that just feels kinda weird to me." She doesn't mention that she does need her gun relics though. Ahem.

"I can imagine," says Tanya, nodding a bit as she smooths her shirt out. "With me, it's--it's weird, you know? It's--it's like a charging sort of thing.  Because of a--a pact I made, I actually--argh, this is gon'a sound stupid, but my tattoos?  Well, a lot of them are--umm--inhabited.  By spirits." She gets another faint bit of red to her cheeks as she leans forward and retrieves her soda bottle. Leaning back, she draws up her feet and tucks them under her so she's sitting cross-legged. "It's--well, how it works is whenever I use an--ability, I guess, the magic I need is drawn into me through that tattoo, that's why--well, let me show you." Opening her right hand, she holds it palm up, slightly curved. Suddenly, her eyes and hands both glow a thrumming, soft pink; bright but not blinding. As well, an outline of her flame "sleeve" on her right leg can faintly be seen through her pant leg, throbbing with the same pink light, if muted. After a beat, a small flame appears in her hand--and Rain will surely sense Tanya's existence on a magical level, like a mystical beacon. The flame is snuffed out, and the glows all fade, as would her "presence" on anyone's mag-dar. She smiles at Rain, there, saying, "Yeah, so--the magic is drawn in through, in this case, the tattoo on my leg, and--yeah."

Rain listens. She is quiet, hming softly. "I guess that makes sense. A lot of shamans are crazy tattooed," She points out. And in a lot of cultures, that skin ink is next to sacred if not so. She seems a bit surprised, but likely, her upbringing's left her pretty open minded. She blinks at the flame sleeve for a moment. One eye closes. "Neat. Like at the bar," She nods. "It's unique," She offers. "Still, that's intensely personal so ..." She can appreciate what's being shared. "Mom often dressed hers up in ritual and it can help you concentrate, but ..." Shrug. "I don't really do naked rituals..." Cough. Worst witch ever... She is a good audience though, listening and watching. "It does seem handy that they are both power and art."

"Yeah, like the bar," Tanya says with a nod, then she takes a sip of her soda, listening to Rain. "Mmm, naked rituals? Sounds like a Wiccan thing, I think?  I don't know much about it, I have to admit, but I /think/ it's supposed to be that nothing is between the witch and her gods or something?  I remember reading about it in the library once, before I set the turnstile-thingies to smoking just by trying to walk through them..." Her brows lift and her attention flicks to the side in an embarrassed look. "Anyway, I dunno. I might see if rituals would help, actually.  Sometimes the--the spirits just don't shut up, and that makes it hard to concentrate enough to draw the mystical energy I need, especially for larger things than a small flame." Which is something of an understatement half the time, but still.

Rain smiles a little. "It's a good place," She nods. "And sorta. It's mostly window dressing, apparently." Acting like kooky hippies so no one would ever suspect. Oh sure, there's a lot of seriousness to it, but in the end, it's a damn handy cover. "Yeah. It's part cover, part just because they can and part actual ritual," She shrugs. A blink. "They might. Couldn't hurt to look and see something that might work. Maybe something about soothing spirits or meditating," She is trying to think. Clearly, Rain prefers off the cuff casting. "That does sound pretty tough..." She considers it. At least she doesn't have to listen to anyone while will working.

That makes Tanya grin and nod once, and a thought hits her. Canting her head a touch in thought, she looks to Rain and says, "Can--can I ask you something? It might be personal, so if you don't want to answer, please, just tell me that and it'll be fine.  I won't get offended or anything stupid like that.  I"m just curious, I swear."  It might be a bit too personal, at least depending on how she sees magic.  Everyone views it differently, just as everyone accesses it differently. so she'd be just fine if the other woman doesn't want to answer.

Blink. "Sure, um, what's up?" Rain seems surprised. "I'll say so, then," She promises. Rain is quiet now, a bit surprised. She isn't sure what might be asked. Hmm. "I won't bite, anyway."

Reassured, Tanya smiles again, though fiddles with the pile of bandages in her lap. "Well, okay--let me preface it. I realize that a lot of the mystically-inclined do things differently; we see things differently, we touch magic differently, and so on.  One stereotype that does seem to hold true, though, is that we don't like to not learn things, you know?  I mean, even the greatest of us like to read and learn new ways to weave magic, especially if we can be an actual pupil of someone, so--okay, the question: I was wondering who you were learning under.  I mean, you seem like you like to learn more, like pretty much everyone else, so--I'm curious." She ends her rambling there, head bowing a bit to her bandage-fiddling, though it can be "felt" that her attention is still on Rain, like one peering through their eyelashes.

Rain headtilts. She smiles a little. "I do. Um. Well, Miss Zatanna offered to teach us, so there'll be that," She fingertics. "I started training with mom and her cohorts, but I was deemed unworthy so ... I didn't quite make it into the coven," She explains. Headshake. "I'm not sure if people'd be afraid of me if they knew who I study with now. Is it possible to stay a kind person even if your teacher is not?" She seems uncertain, worried. She rubs the back of her head. "But I do learn a lot..."

"Well, that's a hard question," says Tanya thoughtfully, who then takes another sip of her soda. "I mean, it depends on the person, really, that we're studying under. We--tend to learn more than we think we do, you know?  Think about it--when you were growing up, you had a group of friends, I assume, right?  Think about it--one of you start using a certain slang, soon the rest of you do, too.  One of you starts something, the others keep it going.  It's how we're wired, even the mystically-inclined." A shrug of one shoulder, there. "As for me, well, I can promise you that I won't be afraid of you if you tell me. If you don't want to, that's fine, but I can promise I won't be afraid, I won't hate you, or anything else.  Well, if your teacher's the Judeo-Christian devil, we might have to have a talk, but other'n that..." A grin, there, to show she's joking, then she finishes off her soda.

Rain nods. "I suspect so," She admits it. "Well, no, he's not the devil, but he's up there," She remarks. "Depending on who you ask and whose myths you read," She explains. She sips her drink and looks uncertain. "Well, it's Loki." DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUN. It feels a bit weird to admit that. "He treats me pretty well and actually was under oath for awhile not to cause trouble, so..." Awkward. She looks a bit uncertain, glancing down. "I can see why someone might think less of it."

For a moment, Tanya just looks to Rain, though it's more of a studying look. After a few beats, she says, "Well, it's your life, right? If it's who I think he is--one of the Greek deities, right?--I'd hope you were careful, monitoring everything that goes on to make sure you /are/ staying a kind person." She gives the witch a smile, there, to show that she is indeed /not/ going to go off on a tangent, or think less of her, or anything else. She's--very wary about the idea, but she's not going to rant and rave, either.

Oh boy. "Er, he's Norse. Asgardian," She admits. "Trickster kinda guy. But he's big on magic and lateral thinking," Rain can get behind that. "And it is nice to learn and cruise the library..." She rubs the back of her head. She smiles weakly. "And I do. I make sure to keep up my rounds, and things like that. I'm pretty sure people can start see it if I start going all Darth Rain or something," She considers. Rain nods. "Yeah... I don't know. It just seemed like a neat opportunity and I like his brother and friends."

A shrug of one shoulder, then Tanya says, "Only thing I can really say is to remember that we learn more than we think we do. I don't know him very well, but maybe read up on him, talk to people who do know him, that kind of thing.  We can present one face to the world while keeping our true face to ourselves." Another shrug. "Anyway. I could use a mentor, myself.  A real one, that is, not the guys in here." She grins and taps her temple with the tip of her index finger. "I mean, they're great and all, but--sometimes, you know, I wouldn't mind things like libraries, or what-not."

"That's true. Um. Well. He has some really not nice and nice qualities," She frowns. She looks up, thoughtful. "I can share what I know, but bear in mind, I'm a young B-list witch at best. Hmmm." Chintap. "I think you should hang out at the bar and watch the news. Sometimes random magical beings make it through the censors and filters," She notes. Rain considers it. "And maybe see if anyone puts up a mystical 'help wanted' ad or something. Apprenticing can be awesome," Handwave. Rain herself is a cosmic magic drifter. "For all I know, Piscine American guy could've been magic, too. I'm pretty sure he didn't mean a scuba kingdom." Ponder. "Mostly, you gotta find someone you click with. Even if the magic's confusing, it doesn't work if you're at one another's throats necessarily. And yeah, it's definitely a perk. I even met some elves hanging out around Loki. Thor, too."

"Very true," says Tanya as she unfolds her legs and stretches them before setting her feet on the ground again. "I'll take your advice and hang around Oblivion Bar more, I think," she says as she gathers the bandages. "Though I also have to find someone willing to deal with someone who talks to themselves--or, perhaps more importantly, someone whose voices in her head talk back and sometimes bitch up a storm." A flicker of lost attention as there's a chorus of blame-shifting and such, and she grimaces a little as they in-fight. "Right, so, umm--want another soda, or something to eat?" she says, trying to focus on the external, not the internal. She gets to her feet as well, wadding the bandages up against her side as she retrieves her empty soda bottle. "And speaking of the Spock character--come on, was he as cute as the real Spock?" A grin, there.

Rain nods and smiles. "I know Miss Zatanna mentioned people getting training being a concern." She taps her chin. "Eh, I dunno. I'm sure there's at least one spiritualist around," She waves a hand as if dismissing that notion. "And there's always new faces coming in. You never know who'll pop through the portal anymore." She smiles a little. "Um. I can order some take out or - what do you have?" She's offering to help with dinner since, well, drinks! "And-" Pause. She laughs. "Well, I was kinda busy watching him use a golem as a baseball..." She taps her chin. "That dock was kinda damaged something fierce." She wrinkles her nose. "But do be careful on the docks. I guess the mob hasn't faded away as much as we'd like to think."

"Which was a good thing to watch, yes," agrees Tanya, giving Rain a grin as she pads across to the kitchen. Not that it's a huge journey or anything. "But, come on--could you see his body, or what? I imagine someone living underwater would be rather--lean." That's said with another grin as she tosses the bandages away in the trash beneath the sink, then sets the bottle on the counter next to the basin to be dealt with later. "While you're ruminating on that mental image, let's see--got the basics, really. Mac and cheese--the good stuff, Kraft.  With the cheesy pouchy goodness.  Frozen pizza, that kind of stuff.  Stuff that goes on the range or in the microwave." She flicks through cupboards and the refrigerator, making sure she has what she thinks she does.

Rain smiles faintly and laughs. "Um, I guess he was pretty lean," She is trying to remember. "He went toe to toe with a golem," She shrugs. "That must mean he's pretty serious," She offers. "It was kinda dark once the lights got smashed," She notes. There's an amused look. "And hmmm. Frozen pizza's fine. I can eat ramen, too," Handwave. Rain's not picky! She lives on the homeless-student diet. Oh dear. "But it still makes me wonder. Underwater kingdom..." She seems to be easily distracted from hot dudes by KNOWLEDGE and ... fish governmental systems. "And also, there was shadow dude and that girl." Nod. Epic storyteller.

"Frozen pizza it is," says Tanya as she drags one down from the freezer. "You shouldn't eat ramen, you know; it's bad for you. The human body can't actually use much of it for fuel." That's said not unkindly; merely with a bit of concern. 5bShe looks at the back then sets the oven, saying, "You're lucky; this is about the only thing that goes /in/ the oven I can make without fu--screwing it up." A grin given to the young witch; and she really is trying to clean up her language, at least around people she likes. The pizza gets set aside, and she brings out an old-fashioned egg timer, the one you twist to set. That gets set for ten minutes, so the oven can pre-heat, then set on the counter, and she returns to the sitting area to stand behind the couch and lean forward, resting her forearms on the couch's back. "So, okay, underwater kingdom, shadow dude, and that girl...? C'mon, spill. You mentioned the girl--blonde, right?"

"No, but it's pretty tasty," Rain admits with a faint smile. For someone who depends on her well being to work magic, she's one to favor obeying her curiosity or bailing on a meal to read. Shame. She smiles at the grin. "It takes practice. That's all. That, and a good kitchen timer." Says the member of the Easy Bake Coven (almost, anyway...). She doesn't seem too worried about language, really. "Well, she said she went by Passwall. She helped fight the golem, too. My theory is someone set the golem up as a guardian, since the mob apparently was doing some sort of hit there," She explains. "Then all of a sudden, ocean dude! And shadow guy got the snot punched out of him by the golem," She rubs the back of her head. "The golem was all... 'Oh no he DIN'T' and it turned into a game of flinging and punching."

"Heeee," murmurs Tanya, grinning at the tale. She can just imagine how it must have been. "That sounds neat, actually. Did you get to go all chop-socky and pew-pew?  'Take /that/ mister guardian-golem-thingy!'"  That's punctuated with a faux-serious look and a punch straight out. Pushing off from the couch, she says, "I wish I was there, at least to watch." The grin stays on her face as she heads back to the kitchen, to unwrap the pizza and so on, before the timer dings. She's sure it was less nifty and more "holy crap", but that's the good thing about telling the story later--they can focus on the neat parts.

Rain actually kind of laughs and blushes. "No. He would've pasted me. I pulled the guy who got slugged out of the way," Handwave. "Um. Then the girl introduced herself later. But it was kind of chaotic." She looks thoughtful. And it was pretty 'holy crap'. Sinking, squishing and other things tend to be bad for Rains, after all. "It would've been neat. I honestly tend to make rounds to check in on the regulars. Dock workers are as bad as some old guys about watching out for stuff. But I dunno... I'm just wondering who all lives out by the docks now that I think about people living in the water," She admits.

"Mmm, that's a good idea," says Tanya, arching a brow in thought. "I mean, if the Spock-i-dude is going to go all 'rawr' on the land-dwellers, they'd be the first ones hit. Though, they might also be able to warn everyone else.  Hmm, dunno." "Lips pursed in thought, she opens the cardboard box--Red Baron, of course; decent pizza for cheap--and pulls out the pizza, then starts tearing into the plastic. "What I'd worry about is why he jumped out in the first place. I mean, as you say it, it sounds like there might be a few warning signs of impending rawr-ness, but then why help out? Why not just--let the land-dwellers kill each other, y'know?"

"He could be friendly," Rain notes. "He did feel sympathetic towards a dude who got punched out," She nods. She shrugs. "It honestly beats the heck out of me. I never thought much about the ocean besides 'there's fish and stuff and sometimes the beach is fun if there's corals to see'." What a nerd. "So maybe he just felt sympathetic? Or punchy..." Who knows? "Rawrness? Well, he seemed friendly... He didn't hit us when we called him Spock, but maybe he was distracted? Why would he go rawr? Unless someone hit him with a boat..." She seems confused. "I was just honestly curious about someone who lives in the water for the sake of 'hey, I have neighbors'." She blinks. She is really confused for a moment. "Didn't seem hostile, for what it's worth."

"Oh, I don't know. Imperious Rex sounds a bit--ominous, don't you think?" Tanya glances over to Rain as she pulls out a baking sheet from a cupboard. "I dunno. I'm all for more people who are nice and chill, especially if they live underwater.  Though--that does make one wonder.  How does he breathe?  Is he like a fish, who basically breathes water?  That'd be more efficient, but then how'd he get around on dry land?" A beat as she grins, setting the pizza on the sheet. "I just--tend to analyze things, I guess," she says, somewhat sheepishly--as the timer dings. Perfect.

"Maybe he likes dinosaurs? Or it could be a battle cry, like 'Not the face!'"," She points out. "It sounds like Latin," Kinda. Rain shrugs. "I dunno. Doesn't seem ominous compared to 'Ominous Latin battle cry' or 'blood for the blood god'," Rain notes. "And it beats me, honestly." Rain seems to be of the opinion that anyone who hangs out in a river and hasn't invaded the surface for that stupid Friday song, Jersey Shore or Paris Hilton -must- be a chill guy. "And I will have to hope I run into them again and say thanks or something."

As she slides the pizza into the oven, Tanya says, "Well, could always go down to the docks and, I don't know, throw messages in bottles. 'Dear Mister Spock.  I think you're cute and would like to talk to you some more.  Signed, Rain." That teasing is given with a grin as she sets the timer again, this time for about twenty minutes. "Maybe you could help him with his battle cry, hmm?" she says as she heads back to the living area, where she can sit on the couch and curl her legs under her again.

Blink. Rain squints, pondering that. "... I think I'd get smote on principle," She turns a bit red. "Or for being a weird stalker..." She's sort of romantic. but lives with this terminal fear of being creepy. Yikes. "We'll see. Maybe I'll check out the beaches before it gets too cold. But ..." It still sounds weird. "I dunno, it kinda worked for him. When you can punch a golem..." Granted, Rain tends to opt out of battle cries. "That was pretty much my weekend, aside from seeing you guys at the bar." A shrug and a smile.

"Well, you know mine," says Tanya as she folds her hands in her lap. "Fight a demon summoner, ow-ow-bastard-ow-ow, after seeing you guys at the bar." A grin, then she rests her elbows on her knees so she can hunch over and prop her chin on her fists. "Seriously, though, you never know. He might like a little bit of jungle fever, eh?  And you can't get more jungle fever-y than the tall dark man from the water, and the lovely young woman from the land." A wider grin, there.

"..." Rain kind of facepalms. "I don't think- I mean-" Bwah. She goes red. "Why would I hit on someone randomly? I'd probably scare the poor guy off," She laughs weakly. "But still, fighting a demon summoner sounds pretty interesting," She nods. Rain crosses her ankles. "Maybe I'll make a friend. But I don't know." The idea of flirting with someone makes Rain nervous. It sounds difficult to pull off...

"Oh, come on--you don't want to flirt with him, even a little?" teases Tanya, leaning forward a little. "Tall, dark, he's got to be handsome, the way you're blushing. If nothing else, you might get a fun night.  Worst case scenario, he tells you he isn't interested.  I mean, come on--he could'a made the entire dock go fwoomp if he wanted to, but he held back, based on what you said.  He's doesn't sound like the kind of guy to paste you just for giving him a little sass and a little sauce." She noticed the attempt to change the subject back around to her, but--come on, teasing Rain is a lot more fun than talking about getting smacked around by a fire demon.

Rain laughs. "Um. I usually know people before - I hit on them..." She notes quietly. She's incredibly cautious. "Also, it'd just be weird to go after one and -" Eh! She goes red. This whole idea seems anathema. "I'd feel a bit guilty making someone creeped out ... I'm creepy," Rain seems to think so. "Or is randomly hitting on people like, not creepy?" She considers. "Still, he seems friendly. Maybe I'll make a friend." Beam. Either way, Rain's slowly melding back down into flaily shy mode.

"Depends on how you do it," replies Tanya, still grinning like a loon. "Go up and hump his leg, sure, he's gon'a think you're a creeper, or 'easy', as they used to say, but if you just go in--friendly-like, and talk to him. I'm not saying you should ask if that's a cod in his pocket or if he's happy to see you, of course." She just has to snicker at her own joke, there. Just has to. "Just be friendly, and ask what it's like living underwater. If there's a kingdom, ask if he's the king, and if he is, ask if there's a queen..." Her voice trails off, there, to hopefully get the point across. Subtlety, but not so much as to make it really easy to miss what's /really/ being asked.

Stare. "Going up and asking people if they're kings seems weird. Like, hi, tell me all about your government!" Rain looks a bit alarmed. "And who lets major political figureheads run around without protection?" She taps her chin. A laugh though. "Um." Rain goes red. "Yeah, I'd just scare people off..." She shakes her head. "Who knows? New York is full of weird stuff..." Shrug. "Maybe it was just a nice passerby. Who really likes RenFest." Yes. As if that's a better theory. She coughs.

That makes Tanya laugh, and she leans back, resting her elbows on the back of the couch. "Well, yeah, I don't expect him to be a real king, or whatever, because sure, he wouldn't be allowed to just roam around on his own--but that's not why you're asking. You're asking if he's the king just so you can ask if there's a /queen/.  If he gives you a better, shorter way to ask, that's okay, too.  And I really don't think you'd scare him off.  You're cute enough, I think he'd snap you right up.  Hell, maybe /you/ could end up queen!" That's said as she hunches over a little, as if expecting a pillow or something to be thrown at her. She'd deserve it, too, and she knows it.

"If he's living in New York, he's probably Piscine American..." Rain points out. "We don't have kings or queens," Headshake. "Maybe it's all metaphorical and he IS Spock." Dun dun dun. Rain's read some weird fanfiction in her time. "That would be cool, too." Then a snort and a laugh. "Yeah, sure. In a city full of hot women with super powers..." She shakes her head and carefully tosses a pillow over. "That'll happen." Really. She figures her odds are pretty low. "I mean, factoring in Japan... you never know," She shrugs. "We'll see. Mostly, I thought it was cool someone popped out of the water and started punching faces."

A small shriek, and Tanya covers herself up from the deadly and potent Pillow Attack of Doom. Clutching it against her, she peers over it, saying, "Hey, just because some women have super powers, that doesn't make them all 'hot'. Besides, there's more to a woman than her physical beauty, which you have anyway so nyah.  There's also what goes on between her ears.  I bet you'd make a good queen, anyway.  And I'm sure you'd keep your royal duty to your husband..." And /that/ is said as she tosses the pillow back, mainly so she can turn and skitter over the back of the couch. Surely the timer is going to go off any minute now...

"Terrible!" Rain laughs and giggles at Tanya's shriek and come back. "As if we'd have kingdoms in New York... aside from maybe the pigeons and -" Her face goes red. She can't. Tanya's words are super effective. "Why would we even think of that?" She laughs again. "Am I weird? Maybe I'm asexual like an amoeba or something." She wriggles her arms. "See... I even have flagella... Eep!" Pillow. She catches it. "Maybe. I don't know... I just ..." She hadn't thought much of flirting. "Um. Well, I liked science more than flirting so ..." Rain clearly failed pretty hard through high school at most things social.

Getting up from her hiding spot since that pillow doesn't seem like it's going to be flung back at her any time soon, Tanya goes around to stand behind and next to Rain, leaning on the back of the couch with her forearms, interlacing her fingers together. "Nothing wrong with a nerdy girl, at least I don't think so," she says, smiling sincerely. "I mean, I could get into a debate about Star Trek with you if you want--but still. I don't think you;re asexual as much as shy, though you'd know better than I would.  So, simple question--do you like sex?  Whether with a man or a woman, whichever floats your boat." She arches her brows and looks at the young witch, that smile staying on her face.

Rain looks over. "Well. Um. I've n-" Uh oh. Her face goes red. "... Star Trek is cool." Dodge the question! DODGE IT! Her mouth opens and closes. "I mean, I think dating someone might be nice but ... desperation is scary and ..." She bites her lower lip. "It's hard to tell when someone's sincere, pranking you or just flirty by nature..." She rubs the back of her head. "... and no one likes creepy," A headshake. "But um, I'm not sure, really." She's doing her level best to dodge it, her face red and hiding behind the pillow a little. If they can't see you...

The illustrated woman chuckles softly, and in a slightly sing-song voice, says, "I think the answer is 'yes'..." Tanya grins and tousles Rain's hair, then straightens and heads to the kitchen--just as the timer dings. She's got good timing--or she's eaten enough frozen pizzas. "We don't have to talk about it, but it's nice to see that you /are/ interested," she says as she gets an oven mitt and slides it over her hand. "You know, thinking about things--if you're homeless, you could stay here. I could use a roommate, and we obviously get along well.  I mean, it's up to you, of course, but--a roof, hot food, someplace to store your stuff, someone who actually gives a damn about you..." She's trying to sound nonchalant about it, as she sets the cookie sheet on top of the oven and opens a drawer for a pizza cutter.

"I guess so," She shakes her head. Rain is bright red now. At the offer to be roommates, she tilts her head. At the roommate offer, her eyebrows lift. She looks thoughtful. She taps her chin. "Well... I could drop in lots," She smiles and nods. "I think I'm getting used to not being in any one place too long," She admits. "But ... I'd be glad to stay in when I'm in New York. I'll try to help out and bring things by and clean up after myself." Beam. A part time roommate. Rain apparently is more used to homelessness than she'll let on. "Might be fun," She even offers quietly. "I stay here and there, so if I find neat stuff... I'll let you know. I have no idea why I pay so much attention to things..." Being insanely curious seems to be in her nature. Maybe one of her great grandparents was related to some spirit of curiosity or something. "Even if it's not really always safe. It's like... I guess that's why some people take up extreme sports," She considers. "But yes! Next time, I'll bring something like a drink by."

"Hey, not a problem," says Tanya as she brings down two plates from a cupboard. Three slices are set on each, which equal the whole pizza (frozen pizzas aren't exactly big, after all), and she heads back toward the couch. One plate is handed to Rain, then she takes her seat again, and once more curls up her legs beneath her. "That works, too," she says with a smile. "I don't want to infringe on your freedom. I just--want you to know that at least a semi-permanent roof is here.  And the couch is comfy enough, yeah?" A grin as she sets her plate in her lap. "I'll get you a spare set of keys in a bit, okay? I keep a set in a drawer, but I can give those to you and make another set another time." A beat, then, "Oh, would you like something more to drink?" She's nothing if not a good hostess.

Rain looks over and smiles faintly. "Thanks. It smells good," Rain nods. Cheap pizzas have a kind of charm all their own, right? She thinks so, anyway. "And no worries. I hate to impose, too," She shakes her head. "I'm sometimes in Gotham, but that place ... I always feel like I should watch my back," She admits. "And sure. No worries. I'll bring things by sometimes." It's an odd arrangement, but likely, Rain feels she should pay back her debts. "Um, I'm good with soda for now. Thank you. And you should probably keep some extra keys. I can wait for now," She promises. "... I'd feel a bit awkward if you got locked out or something. My roommate and I in the dorms would play musical locks," She admits with a wry smile. "Still, it's pretty awesome of you to offer."

"If I got locked out, I could always call you, right?" says Tanya, grinning as she grabs a piece of her pizza. "You're getting the keys, so nyah. And I won't play musical locks with you; that's more annoying than anything else.  And you can bring whatever you like; I won't turn anything down.  I just--want you to be happy here, you know?  That's the important thing.  And hey, you're helping me, too--I get to talk to someone who /isn't/ inside one of my tats, y'know?" Another grin, then she starts devouring her pizza. She just wants a fellow woman, and a fellow magic-user, to have someplace she can feel safe. She does realize that /that/ may not come for a bit, but maybe she can lay the groundwork, so that eventually the witch doesn't feel the need to run anymore.

"Okay. And that's true," Rain smiles. "I always lost games of musical locks," She admits. "And I appreciate it. But I feel like I should at least be a pleasant guest," She smiles faintly. Rain tilts her head. "And I can understand that. It feels a bit weird... when you first wake up, and have to live with it," Rain explains. "I set a demon's shoes on fire," She admits. "... it was kind of underwhelming." Know that HUGE lead up with a BIG cut scene and dramatic power-up!? Yeah... talk about a sad trombone moment. Sigh. Rain does and doesn't feel safe. Her path is one of chaos, maybe freedom, unchained for now. Maybe she'll figure it out. Maybe not. There are bears out there, y'know. She's slowly warming up to Tanya and a few others. She will take a bite out of the pizza, after lifting a piece. "Thank you. And yeah, you can call me whenever, really. If you get hurt... well, y'know. I don't ask for as many papers as a hospital."

"And I'm sure my insurance would like you a bit better--no co-pay!" says Tanya, hiding her mouth behind a hand. She's not a /heathen/ without manners. "But--yeah, it's weird, still, sometimes, especially when I forgot myself and talk to them in front of other people." A shrug, there, then, "But in the words of the great safe Rocky Balboa, it is what it is, right? We can worry about how things /ought/ to be, or we can worry about how things /are/.  Me, I'd rather worry about how things /are/.  Like hey--maybe it was underwhelming, but setting a demon's shoes on fire is rather cool, I think." Okay, so there's some disagreement in her head, there, which causes her attention to flicker, but at least /she/ thinks it's still cool.

"There you go," Rain smiles a little. "And it's okay. You never know when someone has a Bluetooth on," She points. "If I didn't know about headsets and Blueteeth, I'd think at least half of New York was possessed or something," She waves. There's an amused look. "Well. He was apparently in charge of torturing people who spoil things, are on their phones at inappropriate times and are generally annoying. I guess Hell's expanded with the times..." A shrug. She looks a bit awkward. "And thanks. I guess so." Can't dwell on rejection forever. Either way, Rain is content to chill for now.

"If I wouldn't fry a Bluetooth..." Tanya starts, then pauses. Why would it matter if she fried one? Really. It wouldn't have to /work/, after all. Just /look/ good. "I know so. And for the record, that's actually pretty neat, Hell expanding and all." She takes another bite and hides her mouth again, saying, "And I also need to thank you; you gave me a good idea. The Bluetooth idea is a good one.  I think I can use it." She wriggles a bit, slouching down and relaxing as well.

((Fade out on Girly Talk))