Eleventh Unused Utility Belt | Video, Spam

[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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[fearthepackingchips]

What's not to get? Seriously, one of these days we need to try that when everybody's the same size. I'll ref again. It'll be great. We can sell tickets, everybody wins.

Yeah, yeah. No murder today, I promise.

[public video] -> spam?

[hellofist]

Don't know, was... really messy. Ended up just... throwing away shirt. Not rewearable.

Good. Be there soon.

[True to her word, she's knocking on his door just a few minutes later.]

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[fearthepackingchips]

And you say that like it's a BAD thing...

[He'll be waiting. He comes to the door all chipper and everything, although he ushers her out into the hallway anyway after ducking back inside for something. His room is his sanctuary, he doesn't let anybody in there if he can help it.

Once his room is securely shut, he hands her a box. On top of the box is a card with some crudely drawn art, inside the box is a pile of fortune cookies. Inside she'll be able to find a bunch of ridiculous fortunes.]

Happy birthday? I guess.

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[hellofist]

[She doesn't wait. Instead, she crouches down just in front of him and puts the box down so she can look at the card, which gets a grin at the pictures. She can't read it, but it's bats and a bat signal, the basic message isn't hard to figure out.

The cookies, though, have her eyes lighting up. She's a sucker for snacks, okay. She's takes a minute to unwrap one and pops the whole thing into her mouth, finding out the hard way there's... paper inside.

Once she fishes it out of her mouth, the look she gives Wade is one of great confusion.]

You put.... paper, in them?

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[fearthepackingchips]

[There's a beat of "wait, is she really...?" but she's obviously interested in the box so he squats to join her, grinning behind his mask as she looks through everything. He feels like Santa Claus' cooler brother right now. It's not a bad feeling.]

Fortunes. They're fortune cookies; they're supposed to come with weird little sayings inside. "Confucius say", "wax on, wax off", "you will meet a tall, dark stranger," "help, I'm trapped in here", that kinda thing. And a bunch of numbers that are apparently supposed to be lucky but I think they're just picked at random.

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[hellofist]

Oh.

[The next one she breaks open first, then hands the paper and half the cookie over to Wade.]

What's it say?

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[fearthepackingchips]

[He pops the cookie in his mouth and reads the paper without bothering to swallow first; you speak mumble, right Cass?]

"Keefer goashs a'ay f'm roashs".

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[hellofist]

[She speaks bodies and there was like so very little there to make sense of what just came out of his mouth.]

Roaches?

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[fearthepackingchips]

[Chew, swallow, breathe.]

Trolls. Keep your goals away from trolls.

...although you make a valid point, it would probably be wise to keep 'em away from roaches too. It just doesn't rhyme as nice.

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[hellofist]

Trolls... want goals? [Okay now she's just frowning so much.] Does that... make sense, to you?

[She's not the only one right?]

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[fearthepackingchips]

Nah, they just ruin 'em by making you feel like crap about 'em. Because they're trolls.

[Spirit fingers go here.]

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[hellofist]

[She just learns so much from you, Wade. It's probably not a good thing.]

Oh. I guess... that makes sense.

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[fearthepackingchips]

Of course it does!

[Brightly; don't doubt his wisdom, Cass. He Knows Things.]