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[hellofist]

[Cass is kind of nervous about this, fidgiting on her place on her bed and chewing on her thumbnail as she tries to figure out something to say. If there's someone from home who can hear her, she wants to talk to them. But... they're all dead, aren't they? Or if they're not dead, they're here with her. Or recently dead but returned to life which is good.]

Um. Hello? It's Cassandra.

[What if she gets Cain? Or Shiva? This was a mistake, it's just inviting more bad things to happen on the barge.]

Never mind.

[And the feed shuts off there.]

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[batsitter]

Miss Cassandra?

[hellofist]

Alfred?

[Excuse this EXTREMELY EXCITED FACE, it's very excited.]

Alfred! You- I miss you!

[batsitter]

[And she looks younger, too. Something strange is happening.] It's good to see you as well. How are you?

[hellofist]

Better, now.

[How is it that this one man always make things better for his charges? Just by showing his face, things seem so much brighter.]

Miss your tea. Not as good, here.

[batsitter]

I strongly recommend a chamomile blend. [He peers closer.] Where might you be?

[shorterinperson]

Cassandra, is it? Well, speak up girl.

[hellofist]

Up?

[She stands up, balancing on her bed and looking kind of perplexed about why this is helpful.]

Better?

[shorterinperson]

[ Alanna gives her an odd look. She must not speak the language very well. ]

You must have sent this message for a reason. Get on with it.

[hellofist]

People can hear us, who usually... can't. So... wanted to see who.

Who are you?

[kissthatgoodbye]

[Well whoever she is and however she got into Logan's feed, she's cute anyway.]

Well, you'll never get anywhere with that attitude, Cassandra.

[hellofist]

[That's true enough. Cass nods, sighs a bit heavily, and sits up straighter. The similarity to Dean doesn't escape her, but it's the attention she feels because of her appearance that distracts her more than that.]

No, guess not. Who... are you?

[kissthatgoodbye]

[Alec, for all his surface similarities and even personality similarities, could not be more different from Dean if he tried; for one, the military runs through him like his bones. For two, he's infinitely more suspicious, even though he's smiling just the same cocksure way, flirting along the same lines.

Everything about the X5 simply ends just below the skin.]

Name's Alec, sweetheart. Who were you expecting?

[hellofist]

[Sweatheart. It feels different, when he says it. Cass frowns, fidgets a little more in her seat before answering him.]

Friends. Family. People... I know.

[She knows his name now, but not enough about who he really, really is.]

New friends are good, though.

[crossestheline]

Are you always this productive?

[hellofist]

You-

[She knows you. She's seen pictures. After being compared so many times, of course she found pictures.]

Jason? How?

[crossestheline]

I tried the whole dying thing and decided it wasn't for me. The coffin was cramping my style.

[hellofist]

You think... it's a joke? People miss you.

[disneyfaced]

Hello, Cassandra. I'm not sure how you got this number, but are you okay? You sound kind of down. Or regretful. Possibly a combination of the two. Is there anything I can do to help?

[hellofist]

Didn't... get number. You're overhearing. Signals went funny, picking up more. I think.

[She doesn't really know, she just got the basic idea that other people can see things that normally only people on the barge can see.]

But- thank you. For offer.

[disneyfaced]

[Still a lot less sense-making than she would have liked, but she can deal with this! This is not an issue! There weren't any plate glass windows around and she hadn't seen any robots yet.]

You're welcome! I'm not sure about what anything you said actually means, but I'm a pretty good listener. So if signals are the problem, I can try to ... not ... receive them?

[hellofist]

No, it's okay. Temporary. I think.

[Yeah still not all up on the knowing thing, but she figures something like this, something this good, can't last.]

Where are you... hearing this from?

[nomansbat]

Not very proactive, kiddo.

[Helena's smiling faintly, behind the cowl. She's seen this girl, darting around No Man's Land - she doubts even Batman could catch up with her. She has the sneaking suspicion she's one of Oracle's.

She looks different, though. Older? Helena leans towards the screen that shouldn't be working, peering at her.]

[hellofist]

[It's weird, to see the skin she's come to think of as hers on someone else. But it was Helena's first, she should thank her for it. Someday. Does she know that Cass wears that outfit now? She doesn't want to tell, if it might make things bad for Helena.]

Trying. Sometimes... it's hard.

[nomansbat]

[A quiet, rueful laugh.]

It's a little too easy for me. So maybe that's better. [She's become - more aware of her flaws, since wearing the Bat. Maybe that's what it does to you, makes you see yourself.

She would never admit them to Batman, of course, but - kids are different. They always were.]

How've you been doing?

[hellofist]

Okay. Lots of us... are here.

Are you okay?