1981/Titans: The Case Of The Perambulating Purloiner (Rest of log)

Titans: The Case Of The Perambulating Purloiner (Rest of log)
Date of Scene:	14 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	For some reason the logger logged the same scene in two different logs.
Cast of Characters:	87, Raven

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Vorpal (87) has posed:
Evening at the tower comes after a rather eventful day. Staten Island had almost gotten devoured by rampaging plantlife, and some of the Titans had stayed behind to help with the clean-up. Vorpal had been one of those, since his ability to create portals helped a great deal with transporting debris.

It's around seven p.m. when he gets back, walking slowly into the main room, feeling as if his eyelashes are about to start aching from the beat-up he got.

Pizza. Yes. Maybe he should order some pizza and put a bad movie on. Something to make things bearable.

He emerges from the lift and yawns, with a bit of a stretch. "... what a day."

Raven has posed:
Rachel Roth enters the room louder than normal. In fact, the closed door practically slams open, and the expression on the only visible half of Raven's face is one of almost unchecked aggression. It's enough that the rest of the people in the room might feel a touch of emotional "bleed," as it were, heightening their aggression (though only momentarily, it's easily shaken off.)

Her first act of business is to focus the frown on both of the people present, for a scant second or so, before entering the room. Despite the air around her, the way she speaks is utterly serene. She does it through her teeth, and it is without tonal influx, but there is no waver to her voice, no lack of confidence in her speech. She is resolute.

"Someone was in my room. Nobody should -ever- go into my room."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Oh hey- Cassie, right? It's ok, you only missed vegetables gone bad... is that... is that Pi-"

Vorpal's hopeful question is cut short by a wave of anger, fromwhich he shrinks.

Then, it's almost as if he wishes he could shrink for real, after Raven is done talking. He walks over and around the table, almost as if to put it and the pizza as a buffer between him and Raven. "Oh gosh... I'm sorry, that was me. I tried Rabbit Holing back to the Tower to get a change of clothes after Starfire almost burned everything and... I kind of ended up in the wrong room."

He takes a few steps back and bumps against a counter. Cornered.

"I really didn't mean to-"

Raven sets him on edge. It's not nice to say it, but there it is. It's not that he dislikes her, but there's something about her that makes the world... strange, to the chaos creature. And then there was her eyes. He alway gets the impression that he's being measured and always coming up wanting.

It could also be because Rachel has eyes that are remarkably similar to Mrs. Badcrumble's, his fourth grade clarinet teacher, who was always judging him and upbraiding him for countless musical shortcomings.

He couldn't quite tell which was it, and he was too uneasy to find out.

Raven has posed:
Rachel Roth didn't seem to take Vorpal seriously. This did mean that he was off the hook, because were it not for the fact that her hands were in her pockets, she would have literally waved his statement off. Instead, she did it verbally.

"It wasn't you. The door was unlocked, yes, but there were things in there that were not where I left them. Someone -touched- things. Someone -lingered.-" she states, sort of releasing Vorpal from a crime he didn't commit! While he likely -did- teleport into Raven's room, he probably didn't touch anything, which means it wasn't him.

"And everything in my room is weird. It is best left very, very alone." Raven notes, cautioning Cassie in a way it is plausible she's heard time and again from the seemingly-paranoid goth. Sadly, the lectures she gives about her room make it nothing but -more- interesting based on mystery alone.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Oh yeah, no, I wouldn't touch or linger. I don't even touch things in *Gar's* room." He doesn't know if anyone in the team knows that he is dating the green goof, he's not exactly the kind that goes around advertising things, but even if they didn't know, it is generally a good idea not to touch things in Gar Logan's room. Beast Boy had a tendency to forget to tidy his room and you just never knew what might be poking around. Lost civilizations may have built tiny ziggurats in his sock drawer.

"Well... er... there's pizza. I thought I'd make some iced passionfruit tea. Um. Would you like some?"

He gives Cassandra a glance. "... I would *never* teleport into anyone changing. I mean. If I did, by mistake, I'd make them invisible." He demonstrates by making Cassandra's left arm invisible for a second. It's pure illusion, so nothing changes in her arm. "Although that could be disconcerting. I've noticed people don't handle invisibility well when they're not used to it. They keep looking down, seeing nothing, and then losing their proverbials."

He pads over to the mini-fridge to see if his batch of ice tea is cold enough. Considering he left it inside in the morning, it was probably chilly by now. Or frozen.

Raven has posed:
Rachel Roth is receiving little placation. "There were several transgressions." she notes, making her way to a seat. She doesn't seem excessively focused on the idea of getting any pizza, though. Whether it is because she ate, or because she simply is no longer hungry after finding out about someone being in her room, is unclear.

"I also feel that it is... Necessary to mention that in addition to looking through some of my..." There's a moment of hesitation. "Books, whoever was in my room also was able to... Access my computer." The word books is suspicious. Does she mean her diary? Does she keep a diary? Shouldn't she have some sort of livejournal? Questions only an intruder can answer. As well, it is moderately embarrassing that her computer was accessible anyways, most of the terminals are pretty secure. She would have had to have left it unlocked. Which is... Only moderately hilarious.

"There was a lot of sensitive information involved. Whoever invaded my privacy now... Knows things, and accessed dangerous materials."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
A jug of cold tea is set down on the table as the Cheshire cat pulls back a seat and sits down.

Then, he jumps up almost immediately with a cry, and glares at the chair. Then, he grabs his tail, deliberately keeps it out of the way, and sits down.

"Six months in, you'd think I'd be used to the damned thing..." he mutters, and then refocuses on Raven.

"What Cassie says is right, Rachel. I mean... I know we have security systems, but I'm not sure you can safeguard against all types of intrusion, like certain types of teleportation."

He frowns and rests his chin on a hand.

"And someone's been looking through your... spellbooks." He is making a big assumption there, but he's one to make it because he is, basically, a creature of chaos magic given shape. Magic isn't -that- unusual to him. "That's not good. And your personal computer... that's not good, either. We should talk to Robin. He's the detective in our midst, so he would be the best one at gathering clues."

He pauses, "And we can be certain it wasn't Gar, because Gar may like pranks, but he also has a sense of survival. And he won't be back from California until this week..."

A disquieted look at Cassie, "This is disturbing. And no-one else has reported anything mising or rifled through?"

Raven has posed:
Rachel Roth remains impassive beneath the hood, but the sign that she's agreeing with, at least mentally, Cassie's statements is well evidenced by the fact that she hasn't made any snide denial. She is quiet, and calm, the aura of unrest of her emotions fading away after a short while of thought. "It is... Imperative that we make sure that we find out who it was. I did not see anything outright -missing-, but much of what was available is either very private, or very dangerous, or both." She is restating herself, as if it needs to be done, but afterwards, she merely makes her way to a chair, and takes a seat. She removes her hands from her hoody, then, the dainty, perfectly cared for yet... Excessively pale skin of her body showing in the hands, which, like the rest of her... Probably somehow have never -actually- been in any form of sun.

Thank you for the pizza." she feels the need to mention, after a while, "But I am not hungry. As well, I prefer my tea hot." She's so... Very... Awkward. There's really no way to go about it, but Raven is some form of different to everyone in the room. Which is really saying something, considering the people in the room.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Just... what gradation of 'dangerous' are we talking about here?" the cat asks. He isn't eating his pizza. Appetite seems to have left him for another man, for the time being. "I don't mean to pry, Rachel. I literally know nothing about you, and I imagine that's how you prefer it by... well. You keep to yourself. But a hint might help us understand better the kind of person who'd decide to brave rifling through your gear."

Raven has posed:
Rachel Roth sits at the table for a moment and quietly broods. "I..." there's a momentary pause. "I can detail a few things. There are many spellbooks that I keep from... Home." Where she means is anyone's guess- her origins are, at best, rather nebulous. Raven, indeed, just showed up one day. It takes a moment before she continues. "None of them were taken, and many are dangerous to open if you aren't trained to handle the nature of their material. However, that they remain does not mean they were not read by someone who shouldn't have."

"There was a... Sketch book, of mine. That was in a different position, and I believe it was opened. It is... Very personal. I do not like that it was opened." Raven is very, very serious about that, it seems. Almost as if the spellbooks might be somewhat inconsequential in comparison to someone having seen her sketches.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"I understand." The cat looks serious now, nothing jocular about his demeanor. "Then if you ladies will excuse me, I have a date with the monitor room."

He stands up, cupping his tea in both hands. "There's a chance we might have some footage on whomever it was that broke in. One of the many cameras may have caught them. But we were gone through most of the day, so it's probably going to be an all night project going through the footage."

He pauses, and another thought seems to occur to him. "And if there is no footage of this person... then we may be in more danger than we believe. Cassie, if you see Kori before I do... let her know. Rachel, write down anything else you might have noticed that you haven't said already. Things moved, any items misplaced or gone. However minor, any detail counts."

And here he allows himself just a brief moment of levity, by turning into the feline version of Hercule Poirot, smart suit, military moustache and egg-shape included. "Then we may put ze leetle grey cells to work, and -voila! Le mystère, Ça ira!"

The illusion dispelled, the cat nods to his team-mates and heads towards the monitor room.