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[hellofist]

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.]

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Private

[youwillgotohell]

It would be quieter. Trust me. [Because on this, she won't cede. She can't. Watching Merlin and Arthur enjoy themselves, even after the mandrake - that's not fair, in her mind, and she won't watch it.]

I'll come see you after, if you'd like.

Private

[hellofist]

He'll still be here. His room.

Just- try? Ten minutes?

Private

[youwillgotohell]

[She lets out a sharp breath, her frustration breaking through.]

Have you even asked him? He wouldn't stand me there for five minutes - which is five minuets longer than I could stand to be in there again.

[Because it's not Merlin's room, it's Gaius' infirmary, and she has so many bad memories that began and ended with the potions he made there.]

Private

[hellofist]

[It's what she sees more than what Morgana says that puts an end to the discussion, makes Cass realize there's no winning this, no compromise possible. She wouldn't want there to be if there are such bad connections to the room.]

Will come see you before, then.

Private

[youwillgotohell]

Fine. [And she looks, for a moment, like she might just shut the feed there and leave it - but she pauses, and inclines her head a little.]

Happy birthday.

Private

[hellofist]

[Cass smiles, of course. If they were face to face this would be where she'd hug Morgana.]

Thank you. When's yours? Will help... plan something, for you.

Private

[youwillgotohell]

The ninth of October. You don't need to plan a party, Cassandra. [The last time she'd celebrated it had been a feast in Camelot - and directly after, she'd fallen down a flight of stairs, heard Uther's admission that he was her father, and very nearly died.

Birthdays suck.]

Private

[hellofist]

[It's almost funny to see the same distaste over birthdays in Morgana as she saw in Arthur. At they still have things in common?]

I missed it? [She missed Arthur's too. It's like a conspiracy, she keeps missing all the birthdays, even hers.] Well, next time. Will get you present. Another necklace? Or... are earrings better?

[Tell her what you like, Morgana. She knows you were about to hang up so it's time for frivolous, silly conversations so she can keep seeing your face.]

Private

[youwillgotohell]

Whatever you'd like. [She pauses, then leans forward a little, head cocking to the side.]

Do you wear jewelry?

Private

[hellofist]

No, never had any. Lipstick sometimes, back home.

Private

[youwillgotohell]

You should have some. It would look nice with your dress. [This is surreal; she doesn't know the last time she talked about nonsense like this, just for fun.]

Private

[hellofist]

Next time we... stop somewhere, will get some. Will you help? Won't know... what to pick.

[It's a first for Cass, talking about this kind of thing.]

Will have to... pierce ears, though.

Private

[youwillgotohell]

You picked my gift without trouble. [But she nods, and that's the return of a little smile.]

We'll look together. If we're lucky enough to have another port like London.

Private

[hellofist]

Was easy. Matched your eyes.

[Cass, on the other hand, has brown eyes. Not nearly as pretty to match as green. And when she says they'll look together, Cass can't really help the radiant smile that causes.]

Would like that. Can teach me... all you know.