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hellofist[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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26/12/12 00:01 (UTC)Was unlocked.
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26/12/12 00:05 (UTC)[She looks down for a moment, then holds up the canister]
It is my understand that, in times of great sadness, the concoction of milk, chocolate powder, and an appropriately warm temperature can have a soothing effect on organic beings.
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27/12/12 01:29 (UTC)Did you... make this?
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27/12/12 01:32 (UTC)SPAM
27/12/12 03:02 (UTC)Re: SPAM
27/12/12 03:10 (UTC)[This...was a strange mix between the two. Awkward, yet somehow right.]
[Aya did not say anything right away, either. Merely allowed Cass to hold her. At one point, she hesitantly wrapped her own arms around the girl's waist. Limp, clearly new to the gesture. But she did not let go until Cass gave her a sign to.]
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27/12/12 22:26 (UTC)SPAM
27/12/12 22:52 (UTC)Perhaps...you should consume the liquid before the optimal temperature is reduced.
[Still awkward. Not used to hugs.]
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28/12/12 06:59 (UTC)Thank you, Aya...
[And she takes a sip, then a longer drink when it somehow manages to make her feel a little bit better.]
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28/12/12 22:15 (UTC)It was all I could think of to assist. Did it work?
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29/12/12 18:55 (UTC)[The thing that's helped most is that she has a support network at all. She has Aya to lean on, literally and figuratively, and that makes this something she can bear.]
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29/12/12 19:13 (UTC)[This kind of situation was still foreign to her, so it pleased Aya to know that she was doing something right. Awkward as the prolonged physical contact had been, it was worth it if it offered the girl even a small amount of comfort.]
If there is anything else I can assist you in, please do not hesitate to ask.
[Keep on leaning, was basically the unspoken invitation.]
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30/12/12 23:45 (UTC)SPAM
31/12/12 01:18 (UTC)I will stay as long as you require.