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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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[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.

[hellofist]

No.

[It's just so so much worse, but she can't tell him that. She won't tell him the truth, not when this conversation probably won't last as long as she'd like it to. She won't focus on sad things when she can hear Alfred's voice again.]

Are you okay? Happy? Safe?

[batsitter]

The original theme did lend itself better to his theatrics. [He smiles. Master Bruce did have a flair for that, unfortunately.] I'm fine, miss.

[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]

Is there... something shorter?

[Cause damn Alanna that's a mouthful even for someone who can talk normally.]

Yes. Is that bad?

[shorterinperson]

Call me Alanna. [ It's just a title, gosh.

She frowns. ]

It might be. I'm not meant to be so easily intruded upon.

[kissthatgoodbye]

[Alec waits, more attentive than the way he keeps fidgeting and glancing aside would suggest, intelligent eyes missing little enough when he is looking at her. He raises his head expectantly when she begins talking again.]

Yeah? Having any luck?

[He can tell he makes her uncomfortable, though he doesn't know why; is she another that knows his twin? She didn't react like the rest of them did. He grins at her anyway.]

Sure. Friends. We can be friends.

[hellofist]

[His body says such interesting things and it's not long before her curiosity wins over her awkwardness.]

Some. Meeting... interesting people.

[She's clearly counting him in that.]

Do you... know anyone here?

[hellofist]

Okay. Lots of us... are here.

Are you okay?

[hellofist]

Alanna. Pretty name.

Why? [She does have the feel of someone that's important, but Cass can't figure out what she is.]

[shorterinperson]

Because this campfire is protected by the strongest magic I could muster. [ And that's not bragging, that's just truth. It's not often she finds someone who can get through her shields, and when they do it's never by accident.

Also yes, she is talking through a campfire. ]

Do you do this often, then?

[hellofist]

[Yeah, that's definitely what Cass is focusing on.]

Talking... to fire?

Don't know. First time, for me.

[shorterinperson]

Scrying. [ Why don't you know that? ] It's easiest in fire.

You're not making any sense.

[hellofist]

Yeah, you too.

[Seriously who talks to fires?]

Hearing me, because of accident. I didn't cause it. It's just... how it works.

[She has no idea why, just that it is.]

[shorterinperson]

How what works?

[hellofist]

The- talking to you.

[shorterinperson]

That doesn't make even the slightest blasted bit of sense.

[hellofist]

Nope. You learn... to go with it.

[kissthatgoodbye]

[He was already grinning - her insinuation that he's interesting is enough to broaden that, though, encouraged when he needs very little to begin with.

Then he exaggerates a wince, completely insincere.]

Ouch. Yes. Kind of. You guys have my clone running around there, hopefully not killing anyone.

[He doesn't actually feel any connection to Ben except maybe some annoyance; his empathy with a fellow Manticore transgenic cancels out the resentment for someone who was the direct cause of six months of basically torture, and vice versa. He also doesn't know him at all.]

[shorterinperson]

Goddess bless but I've had enough of such nonsense. Are you involved with the Immortals, then?

[hellofist]

[She's never met Ben, so she assumes he means Dean. It would explain things, but Dean doesn't have a twin, so it... really doesn't help at all.]

Look like Dean. But... Sam is his brother. No Alecs.

[kissthatgoodbye]

[Alec raises an eyebrow - he's gotten the Ben routine a couple times, but this is the first he's heard of a clone of his named Dean running around, and Sam was Max's twin. Definitely nobody's brother.]

Holy crap, how many of me you guys got running around over there? How's the ship handling the sheer awesomeness?

I don't know any Deans. I was talking about Ben.

[hellofist]

Handles awesomeness fine. Lots of... not awesome, to balance out.

Don't know Ben.

[Three people with Dean's face doesn't really seem like a bad thing, though.]

[kissthatgoodbye]

Yeah, well, that's life.

[Excuse you, three people with Alec's face.]

Good. Pretty sure you don't wanna.

Look, honey, it's been real? Kind of. ...okay I'm not so sure this is, but it's been somethin'.