Um. I'm awake, now.
[Have a wave and half a smile, Barge.]
Didn't mean... to worry anyone. Sorry. I'm okay, though. I know... things have changed. Birthday passed. Was going to be... first one. Never knew it, growing up. Guess weapons... weren't allowed them. Merlin said, can have party. Don't know how, though. Could use tips.
Want to see everyone. Can meet somewhere, or you... come to Merlin's room. Staying here now, moved stuff already. It's... safer, this way. For my heart.
[That doesn't make a lot of sense out of context though, does it? She sighs and her smile fades, dissolves into a look that's somewhere between uncomfortable and just sad.]
There's a man here, David Cain. My father.
[She's truthful almost all of the time anyway, but this is when it becomes clear she's affected by this flood.]
Don't kill him. He's not... worth your time. Deserves a chance. Bad father, bad man, deserves to die, maybe should die, but... deserves his chance, too. Just leave him alone. Don't want people... getting hurt. Love you all too much.
That's... guess that's all.
Private to Bruce Wayne
Don't anymore, okay? Once is enough.
I love you.
Private to David Cain
Promise still stands. You kill anyone, I kill you.
... Hope this place... works, for you.
Spam for Dean and Barbara, separately
[Some people deserve to see her in person without waiting so she goes to them first, knocks and knocks and knocks on their doors until they open up, let her in. Once they do, they'll have an armful of Cass because there's no stopping her once she sees those faces again.]
[Have a wave and half a smile, Barge.]
Didn't mean... to worry anyone. Sorry. I'm okay, though. I know... things have changed. Birthday passed. Was going to be... first one. Never knew it, growing up. Guess weapons... weren't allowed them. Merlin said, can have party. Don't know how, though. Could use tips.
Want to see everyone. Can meet somewhere, or you... come to Merlin's room. Staying here now, moved stuff already. It's... safer, this way. For my heart.
[That doesn't make a lot of sense out of context though, does it? She sighs and her smile fades, dissolves into a look that's somewhere between uncomfortable and just sad.]
There's a man here, David Cain. My father.
[She's truthful almost all of the time anyway, but this is when it becomes clear she's affected by this flood.]
Don't kill him. He's not... worth your time. Deserves a chance. Bad father, bad man, deserves to die, maybe should die, but... deserves his chance, too. Just leave him alone. Don't want people... getting hurt. Love you all too much.
That's... guess that's all.
Private to Bruce Wayne
Don't anymore, okay? Once is enough.
I love you.
Private to David Cain
Promise still stands. You kill anyone, I kill you.
... Hope this place... works, for you.
Spam for Dean and Barbara, separately
[Some people deserve to see her in person without waiting so she goes to them first, knocks and knocks and knocks on their doors until they open up, let her in. Once they do, they'll have an armful of Cass because there's no stopping her once she sees those faces again.]
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2/2/13 06:07 (UTC)[That's kind of obvious, isn't it?]
Think you and Selina... perfect together, anyway.
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2/2/13 06:08 (UTC)[Paaaaaaause.] Have you been talking to Selina about me? I think that's flattering but awkward. I haven't told her - or anyone - I'm in love with her.
[WHOOPS.]
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2/2/13 06:15 (UTC)[You should be able to hear the grin in her voice by now, Bruce.] Sure. Talk to her... about lots of things.
Not big secret, though. To me, at least.
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2/2/13 06:28 (UTC)[Then he groans.] Am I that obvious?
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2/2/13 07:00 (UTC)[And that actually gets a quiet puff of a laugh from her. She's never laughed for him before, it feels a little funny to do it now, of all times.]
Of course not. Can read you. Only obvious... to me.
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2/2/13 07:03 (UTC)Beat.] Don't tell anyone. I have to be the one to ask her.
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2/2/13 07:13 (UTC)Won't tell, promise. Maybe, though... avoid her, until this... is over. Would be better if... not caused by flood. Would mean less, now.
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4/2/13 08:01 (UTC)Everyone disappoints, can't avoid. So stop complaining. My choice, end of story.
[She loves you and nothing you can say will convince her to give up on that, Bruce. So there.]
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