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What was a rich guy to do when he was stupidly bored, making faces at the fact that his normally four-person cabin was down to two and a hedgehog, and wanted to get his hands on something to help take the edge off?

Well, the cabins were named after candy, after all. And, while Warren had never really had the chance to indulge in, say, certain brand-names of candy while growing up, there was nothing keeping him from doing so now, right?

In spades?

Look, he had no frame of reference for things like, 'that is way too much money to spend on way too much candy.'

And that was why he was carrying a case of Spree into his cabin today. He'd been inspired.

This could only end in stomach ache.

[For the cabinmate! Unless you have some reason to be in Spree!]

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trigons_child

Raven had to come to the defense of her friends. She didn't really know Emma, but she was close to Dinah and Sookie. "In general, yes," she said. "But sometimes they may not be able to help it, such as with me and emotions. When people feel strongly, I cannot help but sense it, and it may be much the same with thoughts for them."

Clearly, she didn't know Emma.

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wwiii

And Warren didn't know Dinah, but the odds were high that he wouldn't have any problem with her, either.

"If I'm... thinking loudly, and they pick up on those thoughts, that's one thing," Warren said, carefully. "It's people who go deliberately digging that I'd have problems with. And really, so far as I know, nobody here is like that. I don't have anything against telepaths. I really don't, and that's not really what I meant to convey. It's more... opportunists, I guess. People who go digging and then use what they can find in order to get the upper hand when it suits them best."

Warren could introduce Raven to Emma sometime.

That would be interesting.

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trigons_child

They were acquainted due to several mutual friends, but they'd never really had any direct conversation. Interesting was probably putting it lightly.

Raven shook her head. "I agree, that is wrong, and I would not like that, either. And it could be very dangerous." Especially if someone poked at her inner demon.

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wwiii

"Dangerous on too many levels," Warren sighed, drumming his fingers against his knee in a bid to get rid of some excess energy. Too much sugar. "I think what worries me the most about something like that... Would be that they'd know exactly how dangerous, if they saw enough."

Emma had hissed at him about doctors. And to anybody else listening, she was talking about the clinic.

But she'd been talking to Warren. She hadn't meant the clinic at all.

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trigons_child

"I do not think anyone who would try to pry my thoughts from me would know just how dangerous that could be," Raven said quietly. She'd eased out of the demonic closet -- though she didn't go around announcing it -- and while she wasn't as worried any more about people reacting negatively to finding out about her heritage, if someone were to poke too deeply and stir the part of her that was her father's, she wasn't sure what might happen.

She forced a less anxious tone to her voice. "But as I said, none of the telepaths that I know would ever do such a thing without a very good reason."

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wwiii

He tried a wry smile on for size.

"I hope I'm not supposed to take that to mean that looking in my head without letting me know, in order to make sure that I'd be good to Karla, is a very good reason. I didn't lie to you about my intentions, I wouldn't lie to them, either, so long as they were open with me about their concerns."

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trigons_child

"I do not think they would," Raven said, shrugging slightly. "Not unless they suspected you would lie to them, or thought you were harming Karla in some way. But I know you have given me not reason to believe that."

Which was, in a way, oddly disappointing, but she banished that thought.