Fifth Unused Utility Belt | Video and Spam, backdated to late last night

[hellofist]

[It's late, it's been dark for hours and she's pretty sure everyone else is sleeping, but Cass can't. It's not really a new thing, since generally crime fighters are out all night anyway, but the events of the port haven't helped much.

She's in her room when she turns the feed on, dressed in her Batgirl costume except for the cowl and gloves. She feels more like herself, dressed this way.]

What are... tips, for sleeping? Or... to do, to make tired? Don't say reading.

Is anyone else... even up?



[He said she could visit when she wanted. She even told him it might be at night and he said it was okay. That's why Cass is at Merlin's door in the middle of the night, not knocking before she just goes right in. The door was unlocked, so maybe he remembered she said she'd visit. She doesn't look around before she closes the door behind her because she's not really sneaking, so getting caught isn't exactly on her mind.

It's dark inside, which is good. It means he's sleeping instead of staying up all night doing magic things, or whatever it is Merlins do in their spare time. She makes her way to his bed, then climbs onto it to sit beside him and poke him in the shoulder.]

Hi, Merlin.

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[fuckingvisions]

Your like Steph huh? [ He chuckled a bit.] She's my warden by the by.

[ He wasn't sure he'd ever mentioned he was an inmate or not. He offered her a bit of a smile.]

If you get too bored we could work one another of your reading lessons.

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[takeyouapart]

I don't want to either.

[In lieu of eye contact he squeezes her hand gently, running his thumb over her knuckles.]

It's...it's not as if I'm in any great hurry. No-one can miss me at home, and there's still so much I can learn, and...I can't say goodbye to my friends here, yet. If I can help another Inmate then I want to try.

[hellofist]

[She can almost picture it, from the repeated description, and now she's just even more homesick.]

It's not... all bad. There's good parts, in Gotham.

[Sometimes. Now that it's on it's feet more it's a lot nicer than it used to be.]

[looksfine]

What is your "Gotham" like?

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[hellofist]

[Her eyes are on their hands, watching his thumb as it sweeps over her fingers and she smiles at the gesture, something so affectionate done absently and for no reason other than the desire to comfort. It's good, to remember there really are people out there who care so much and don't want anything in return. He gives her hope.]

Sometimes... where you're from, isn't home. Maybe, find one somewhere else? Is staying here... forever, allowed?

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[magisterus]

There is magic that can bring about such an effect.

[ Not everyone likes magic, though, so... ]

If that is unacceptable to you, perhaps music might be more appropriate.

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[ichoosefight]

I can tell you what doesn't help, but it starts with coffee and ends with bad sleeping habits.

How you doing?

[secretasshole]

I'm sure you'll catch up in no time.

Private - i guess this is the insomnia club idek

[onceandfutureprat]

Are you alright?

[hellofist]

Thanks.

[His faith is appreciated, even if she doubts it herself. She's more interested in him though. He's different, and he doesn't sleep at all, and the way his body talks almost makes her think of Aya.]

I'm Cassandra. Why don't you sleep?

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[hellofist]

Music can... do that?

[Who knew. She'll have to look into finding some way to get music into her room, now. She's not likely to use magic to fix her insomnia, but now she's curious, so she has to ask.]

Do you do magic?

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[hellofist]

[Oh. She didn't even think to go find Steph, just assumed she'd be sleeping, that Kon would be there, or that Kon would be there and they wouldn't be sleeping. It doesn't take a genius to figure out going to a room shared by a couple at night isn't a good idea, so she never tried.

But Steph is more important, so she bypasses the question and the suggestions to get straight to the point.]

You okay? You should... be sleeping.

Private - perfect, they can have meetings in the library or something

[hellofist]

Hi Arthur.

[She's glad to see his face, to see him up and looking well.]

I'll be fine. Just... can't sleep, sometimes. You?

[hellofist]

Big, big city. It was... broken, in earthquake, but it's better. Mostly.

[hellofist]

Just like Steph. She's good, you can... trust her. She helped me. First friend.

[There's a softness to her tone when she talks about Steph that isn't there any other time. Steph is one of the most important people in the world to Cass, so if Steph vouches for Doyle, he's automatically someone she wants to know.]

Tomorrow? Can't... focus, now. Wouldn't be good student.

Private - can we pick on Merlin in there?

[onceandfutureprat]

[He's glad to see you too, weird friend.]

Just thinking. Lost track of time.

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[takeyouapart]

Maybe. But I can't - I don't want to. [And he does mean that.] I need to go home eventually. There's so much more I need to do, there's....there's so much that still needs to change.

[fuckingvisions]

Oh trust me, I can see she's good people just from the month I know her. I don't think someone could ask for a truer friend then that one, your lucky on that account love.

Sounds good to me, if you need anything at all, you can generally find me up on deck this late or hangin' round Dean if he's up, should you need anything at all. I best be lettin' you go though I can't steal all your time.

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[magisterus]

There are certain types of music that can be calming, yes.

I do.

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[ichoosefight]

Yeah, I'm fine. I just... don't really want to go to sleep. [ Too many nightmares, so soon after that port. And now that Kon actually needs sleep like a human being, she sneaks out for late night walks on her own. ]

I spend half the night working out anyway. Old habits, you know.

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[peektuttut]

[There is a part of him that would love to think like that, but he knows he can't. He can only try, and sometimes pretend. But she always knows better, and usually it frustrates him, but right now - right now he doesn't want to be frustrated. He just wants her not to hate him for the things he said.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and rubs his eyes, slouching a little further into the seat.]

Nightmares. I don't really want to see what new ones have manifested over the last few days.

[useofaswhat]

Hard work, fightin', or liquor'll do it all.

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[hellofist]

[She nods because that's where she's at, too. She gave it a few shots, but once she started getting everything played back she gave up. Being exhausted was better than remembering the hotel.]

Wish... Alfred was here. He'd make something... to help.

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[hellofist]

Rules about magic?

[She understands that, if that's what he wants to go back for. It was wrong that Merlin had to hide his gift, but here it's okay. There's probably still so many people in Camelot who live in fear and she wishes she could help.]

[hellofist]

Thank you, Doyle. You're... good friend.