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hellofist[The feed comes on to show Cass... well, she kind of looks like crap. But more than that, behind her her room, her real room on the Barge, seems to be confused about what it wants to be. In some places it's a replication of what Merlin's room looks like - there's his bed in one corner, a large wooden table with a red rose in a pot, for example.
Other parts are what the inside of a burned down building would look like. There's smoke damage, blackened walls, the remains of a dresser. The big computer is halfway melted and warped, the screen cracked and beyond repair. Looks like the Barge couldn't recreate what home is for Cass because she doesn't even know herself anymore.]
I'm back.
[There's not... that much to say after that, really. She's back, yay, no she doesn't want to talk about it.]
It was... about a week? I think. Learned... lots of things. About me, about... what I'm for. Why I... was made. It's funny, how you can... be so sure, who you are, but be... completely wrong.
Anyway. Back.
[Private to Merlin]
Are you... working? Or in room?
[Private to Dean, Chris, and Cassel, sent separately]
Have... to give you something. Can I come over?
[Private to Stephanie]
I understand, now. Why... I'm not Batgirl. Why you are. I didn't really, before. But... I'm glad you are.
[Private to Kon]
[After far too long passes with no answer to Steph, Kon gets a slightly panicked message from Cass.]
Where is Stephanie?
[Private to Dick Grayson and Tim Drake]
I know... that you won't see this. You can't. I just miss you. I shouldn't, but I wish... you were here.
Other parts are what the inside of a burned down building would look like. There's smoke damage, blackened walls, the remains of a dresser. The big computer is halfway melted and warped, the screen cracked and beyond repair. Looks like the Barge couldn't recreate what home is for Cass because she doesn't even know herself anymore.]
I'm back.
[There's not... that much to say after that, really. She's back, yay, no she doesn't want to talk about it.]
It was... about a week? I think. Learned... lots of things. About me, about... what I'm for. Why I... was made. It's funny, how you can... be so sure, who you are, but be... completely wrong.
Anyway. Back.
[Private to Merlin]
Are you... working? Or in room?
[Private to Dean, Chris, and Cassel, sent separately]
Have... to give you something. Can I come over?
[Private to Stephanie]
I understand, now. Why... I'm not Batgirl. Why you are. I didn't really, before. But... I'm glad you are.
[Private to Kon]
[After far too long passes with no answer to Steph, Kon gets a slightly panicked message from Cass.]
Where is Stephanie?
[Private to Dick Grayson and Tim Drake]
I know... that you won't see this. You can't. I just miss you. I shouldn't, but I wish... you were here.
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9/8/13 02:03 (UTC)[But Dean gets it. He doesn't know what he would do without hunting, he doesn't know who he is if not Dean Winchester, son of John, brother of Sam, lifelong hunter of the supernatural. She touches his cheek and he doesn't flinch, doesn't look away, though something in his expression softens the way it only does for his close friends. Those who know bits and pieces of who he really is, some of them more than he does.
He lets out a slow breath and nods.]
Alright. I just... ...if the Admiral won't do it, I can at least fix your room. Otherwise what good is being head of freaking maintenance around here?
[He can't do this for her, though he promises himself he won't be far away if she needs him. He trusts she'll already know that without him needing to say it.]