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[Private text to Bruce Wayne]
[It takes her ten minutes and a lot of staring because what she gets out doesn't look right, but in the end, Cass sends the message anyway. He'll get it a few minutes after midnight.]

Marry Krismiss
Love, Cass

[She doesn't expect him to say anything back, but she can't let her first Christmas pass without saying something to him.]

[Video]
[When the video turns itself on, instead of an excited Merry Christmas!, the barge gets a shot of Cass sitting in bed in a blank cabin. She's in her pajamas still, hasn't gotten far, and her eyes are red and she's still crying.]

Merlin's gone. [Her voice is surprisingly even, despite speaking through her tears.] Went to bed and... he was here... Now his room is...

[She doesn't really know what to do, to say, but she knows she has to tell people that Merlin has disappeared, gone home. She's not thinking it might seem strange to most people on the Barge that she'd be sleeping in Merlin's bed at all, not right now. With a swipe at her eyes to try to dry them that completely fails, she tries to continue.]

Don't know... if he'll come back. But, he's...

[She doesn't finish. Instead, her hand covers up the camera and there's a few muffled sobs before the feed cuts off entirely.]

[Spam]
[For anyone who wants to go looking for her, Cass is still in Merlin's bedroom, still in his bed, curled up under the blankets. It's not fair that her first Christmas be like this, that she doesn't even have the familiarity of Merlin's room to comfort her. She'll get up eventually, but it will only be to drag some of her things back to the empty room. She has to save it for when he comes back, can't let anyone else move in. If that happens, she really has lost him.]

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[The only reason he's using audio is because she can't read if he texts.] It's spelt M-E-R-R-Y C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S.

[Adrian's voice is authoritative, but full of concern.] Where are you?

You. Me. Bag of my stuff you got. ...you got it, right? Also gym.

Ten minutes.

Edited 2012-12-25 15:25 (UTC)

[ the room's really dark since he has his cover over the window. He looks like he's not slept, even though he had tried. He took a moment before speaking, a hand run through his messy black hair.]

Darlin', first off calm down. People leave and come back all the time. You gotta have faith. [ He spoke in the sleepy brogue. He was more hung over then tired but he was trying to play it up as tired anyway. Save his own skin and such.]

You need to stay positive and know that he'll likely be back. [ he hoped for her sake.]

[Holy crap you replied. She didn't expect that at all. NOW WHAT?]

Oh. Thought it... looked funny.

[This is the most awkward pause.]

Merry Christmas, Bruce.

Merlin's room.

[There's a few long moments before Cass remembers not everyone knows where Merlin lives.]

Level one, room nineteen. [It's a basic, default room now. The door doesn't lock, he'll have no trouble getting in.]

[She almost doesn't go. She doesn't want to do anything, she wants to mope and feel sorry for herself forever, but Wade is right. She can't do that.

In nine minutes, she's in the gym and sitting on the floor, all of Deadpool's presents beside her. She's found a bulky hoodie to wear, has the hood drawn up for a little extra... she doesn't know. Her eyes are red, but she's not crying anymore at least.]

[LONG PAUSE OF DOOM and he accidentally crashes into something as his room changes from the bunker to the cave.

He considers saying something but eventually he just switches off the feed.]

He's just- He was here, when we... went to sleep. Dean, Tim, they said goodbye...

[He's there at an almost inhuman speed, and notices the door, but he knocks anyway.]

[Merlin's gone, and that is wonderful. Elating, even. It's like a weight shifting - not lifted entirely, but someone's helping her bear it, now.

On the other hand, Cassandra is crying, and Cassandra has been kind to her, for no discernible reason.

On the other other hand...]

You went to bed with Merlin. [She had to have heard that wrong, right, it's Merlin, that doesn't. No. What.]

Cass? Where are you? [She's going to come find her. If there's something she empathizes with, it's broken hearts. She's had enough of them.]

I don't know princess, but just keep that beautiful head up and don't fall to depression. He'll be back. He'd be crazy not to come back, and I may have no idea who he is but if he won you over then he's gotta be far from crazy.

Just wait and see Princess. [ He was praying he was right, he didn't wanna see her so sad.]

He's left before, and come back. [But there's always the chance he won't, and as much as Charles likes looking on the bright side, there's nothing worse than false hope. But. Well.]

Try not to worry too much.

[There are just so many things here, Merlin gone, Cass in his bed, Arthur wracked with a sudden guilt at never addressing Merlin properly. He doesn't really know what to think himself and empathy is not his strongest trait, so have this awkwardness.]

You're more than welcome in Camelot any time.

[Aya did not bother with an over the network response. Words were difficult for her in circumstances like these. There was still so much about human emotions she did not always understand, and this was a highly sensitive situation.]

[Instead, she merely set her scanners to locate Cass's distinct biometric signature. A quick stop in the dining hall for something Ben had once introduced her to...and, within the span of less than 15 minutes, Aya was knocking quietly on the door.]

[Well yeah, but not like that Morgana. But Cass nods anyway because literal translations, man.]

Wanted to... Wake up for Christmas, with him.

Level one, room nineteen.

[Broken heart, check. Yeah, that's exactly what this feels like.]

Before, did he... just disappear?

Oh, sweetheart.

[Iris only knows Cass vaguely from the network; a fleeting impression of a bright-eyed, pleasant girl that she's made a mental note to get round to making friends with sometime, because anyone who scales skyscrapers for shits and giggles is worth knowing in Iris' book. But she knows all about separations and heartbreak.]

Look, chances are 'e'll be back in no time, love, 'ow could any bloke stay away from a girl like you? But if 'e doesn't - if 'e can't, pet, we can always go and find 'im.

[Probably. There aren't many realities Iris' bus can't reach, with a bit of luck and the right trail to follow. Finding the trail's sometimes a bit of a challenge, admittedly, and so is getting there without hitches, but that just adds to the fun. Nor is Iris completely certain she could get back to the Barge if she left. But she'll worry about that if and when she gets to it. For now, it's the most natural offer of help that springs to mind, and she means it unreservedly.]

[It's almost enough that he's saying anything at all, she knows how he is with feelings stuff. It would be enough, if Merlin hadn't disappeared before he and Arthur had worked things out.]

What if he... doesn't remember me?

[How else do you go to bed with someone, does not compute.]

You're in his room now?

[She's at least biting back her smile. She doesn't really...know that Cass doesn't need the smile to know.

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