@differentfuckingbreed plotted starter.
floor 67 was of high importance to mystique. 67 was where the compound v was located, and that would be the perfect place to start snooping around. it was the dead of night, and normally, people weren’t out walking around, but raven -- or rather -- maeve was. the real maeve had slipped out of the tower for the night, and raven had not inquired about where she was going. it was probably for the better, though, because in the event she got caught, she genuinely would not know.
creeping up to the clear lab doors, she peaked in, looking at the contents left out on the lab tables : a notebook, some pens, and a whiteboard that had scribbled writing all over it that didn’t make that much sense unless you read each word separately from each other. nothing that demanded her attention right away.
casually, and slowly, as if sliding the glass door open too quickly would break it, she stepped into the room and waltzed over to the bookshelves and filing cabinets, looking with just her eyes to see if there was anything labeled mystique or shapehifters. it wasn’t until she heard a voice she was only familiar with hearing from her television set did she turn on her heel, facing the one and only capital D hyphen bag.
❝ have you ever thought about how it all came to be ? ❞ a thought provoking question but hopefully a better distraction as to why she was really down here.
