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[hellofist]

All the food... is big.

[Or, you know, she's small and everything else is huge in comparison. Cass has made it to the kitchen and found herself a pie, which she's already dug her hands into and started eating. She's actually in the pie now, holding onto a cherry the size of her head, mouth all smeared with pie filling and there might actually be some in her hair, but she doesn't care. It's a giant pie. Come on.]

Had dreams, like this. Giant food, no one to... stop me. Probably can't... eat whole pie, though.

[She looks over to the other side of the pie, the crust still all in one piece. She hasn't made it to that side yet.]

I guess... I could share.


Spam for Merlin

[After her pie escapades and a rather long bath in the kitchen sink to de-pie herself, Cass had sent out a message to Merlin. It had been a voice one just in case he hadn't wanted to see her, just something to check in on him, make sure he was handling his first strange Barge occurrence well. She was glad this was his first one, considering it was pretty easy, just a little bit of shrinking, but she still couldn't shake her need to check in on him.

He hadn't replied though. And maybe she should have just left it at that, but she just couldn't. What if he was small and got trapped under something, couldn't call for help? So she'd gone off in search for him, wiggled her way under his door and found the main part of his room seemingly empty. The stairs up to his bedroom were a bit of a challenge but before long, she's in Merlin's room, looking up at his bed and the pile of blankets there.]

Merlin?

[There's a bit of the sheet hanging down and it's easy to jump and grab it, climb up to his bed for a better look at the blanket mountain there.]

Are you... in there?

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[video killed the radio star]

[fearthepackingchips]

Or you can try to eat the whole thing. You need somebody to bet you on it?

[video killed the radio star]

[hellofist]

It's a lot, though. I might throw up...

[She really doesn't look that worried about that, though.]

[video threadjack]

[routemistress]

[Iris is just going to insert herself into Deadpool's video feed, since she's right here riding his shoulder like one of those mechanical bull things.]

Oooh 'ello Cass love!

...Now that looks like fun. Got room in there for a little one, eh?

[video threadjacks killed the radio star]

[hellofist]

[Oh hai Iris!]

Yes. You should... both have some. There might... be more, somewhere. For Wade.

[Spam] note for errant threadstalkers: spoilers. always spoilers.

[takeyouapart]

[Merlin's there. Though it doesn't really feel like he's…present. In the moment.

Abruptly being eight inches tall woke him on Saturday morning and since then he hasn't moved far from his bed or really done anything. It's a contender for 'strangest thing ever to have happened to him' but at the same time it feels peculiarly irrelevant.

The slow trickle of memories that started on Wednesday night have broken into full flood. They pitch and roll awkwardly in his head; his mind doesn't know where to put them. It was two weeks ago, or four years, or at some time beyond his understanding. He remembers --

Speaking to a man with Uther's face. Killing a goddess. Walking the streets of a dusty town still in its infancy. Cutting a stranger's throat. Making flowers grow under the touch of his hand. Becoming his own father, asking after his son. Summoning the soul of a girl long dead from a distant shore. Walking alien worlds.

Letting Morgana kill him. Reshaping the sky to make a girl smile. Flying, and feeling his own wings brush the ground. Tolerating almost a year of Arthur's thinly veiled disapproval -

- thank you -

Sam. T'Pol. Buffy. Hayley. McCoy. Annie. Severus. Ethan. Claire. Wichita. Sveta. Isaac. Cara. Trip. Jim. Olive. Valmont. Tim.

Reaver. Charles. Jean. Cassandra -

He hears her voice, and he flinches.]

Cass.

[He draws in a breath. It judders painfully around the lump in his throat.]

I'm up here.

[Spam]

[hellofist]

[That's not a good sound at all, and it has Cass climbing faster, scaling the bed with something that feels a lot like desperation. He called her Cass and he's not telling her to go away. She wants to smile, but she can't when his voice sounds so sad.

Once she's climbed up all the way, she hurries to find him.]

You're little too, huh? [Is he in the blankets somewhere? She pulls at them, trying to find him. Small talk has never been something she's good at, but she tries anyway. It's what people who don't know each other do, to get closer.] Not bad, for first flood. Probably not... strangest thing, you've ever seen.

[Spam]

[takeyouapart]

[He laughs bleakly.]

No. No, it isn't.

[The blankets are in their way, but they're too thin to form much of a barrier. He waves a hand, and the hillocks and crests of his bedsheets billow out and fall flat.]

[Spam]

[hellofist]

[He laughs, but his body language tells her he's far from happy. She wants to hug him, but she just covers over and sits down beside him. Instead of reaching for his shoulder, she folds her hands in her lap and just gives him a careful smile.]

Hi, Merlin.

[with_my_teacup]

Strap it to a stretcher, haul it back to your room?

[hellofist]

[Okay you're the smartest best person ever.]

Then I could... save it for later. Good plan.

[She looks around, taking stock of the things hanging around.]

Could take lots. Stockpile. Stairs will... be an issue.

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick, stop imparting your prison food-hoarding habits.]

Yeah. Slow and careful worked for me. Good to have enough for this all to blow over, right, shit goes wrong?

[He swivels his video screen to show that the flat plastic surface he's sitting on is a desk, and that there are two apples behind him still in makeshift rubber-band harnesses, as well as a chicken leg hung up like a piece of venison.

Yeah, that basically took him all day. It wasn't an easy or a clean journey and there was a third apple that died on the way. But food, fuck it.]

[hellofist]

[It's okay, she already hides food in her room just in case! The things you learn after having to eat whatever you could find while on the run.]

Right. Never know... what you'll need.

[And wow, look at all your food. That gets Cass frowning a bit, maybe she should be finding something a little more food-ish than just pie.]

That must have... taken long time.

[ichoosefight]

A girl after my own heart. Give me a minute to get Patches up and flying again and I'll come join you.

[hellofist]

Knew that, though.

[She's nomming on a bit of crust now and it's possible she'll never get this mess out of her hair, but hey. Totally, totally worth it.]

[ichoosefight]

Maybe Patches didn't. [ She turns off the device to climb up on the puppy's collar and head down to the kitchen.

Puppy express: Only way to go. ]

[hellofist]

[She's in the pie making a pie filling angle, Steph. This is your best friend.]

[Video]

[silvestris]

How much did you get through?

[Video]

[hellofist]

Mmm... [Give her a second, she has to give the pie a good inspection.] Almost half.

Are you little?

[Video]

[silvestris]

About the size of a water bottle. [SO ANNOYED] This beats the Hotel but only by a hair.

[love_slave]

I ate out of chicken earlier.

[And it was glorious.]

[Private]

What happened with Merlin? [She's not been updated and is curious.]

[Private]

[hellofist]

He doesn't... know me, anymore. Might as well... be a stranger.

Trying to give space. But I... want to check in. Since it's his... first flood.

[Private]

[love_slave]

It seems very cruel. I usually like this ship, but bringing a version of him that doesn't remember? It's very cruel.

You're a good person, though. I think you should check.

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[strangehistorian]

[Chromie giggles.]

I'm glad you're enjoying yourself!

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[hellofist]

[Cass smiles back in response.]

Me too. Are you... having fun?

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[strangehistorian]

A little! Right now I'm making sure no one has been stranded by the flood!