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[patheticvillain]

Whoever brings me ibuprofen and weed first gets to be my best friend for the next week.

What'd I miss? Needy, where the fuck are you? Where's my cat?

private } daneca

Was there a flood? I heard there was a flood. Did it get you?

spam } open

[The first thing Cassel does - after a really solid lunch and a long shower - is get down to the gym. He doesn't know what's happened to Mindy, but it seems like he's on his own here for a little while. So he meanders through the gym equipment, cleaning, re-organizing, and very obviously brooding.]

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[mistconduct]

I threw your cat overboard. Ilia's gone off to a better place now. Probably off conquering planets and being dicks to them instead.

[patheticvillain]

If you touched my fucking cat, I'm turning you into a newt and giving you to Morgana.

[spam]

[routemistress]

[It's not Iris knocking at his door. It's Solace and Elvis, each carrying a little plastic basket. In each basket is a screwtopped, dog and cat proof glass jar: one contains a dozen candy-pink ibuprofen tablets and the other contains weed.

Iris is a little way down the hall, keeping an eye on them.]

[spam]

[patheticvillain]

[In no universe would Cassel open his door to two dogs carrying weed and not be thrilled. He kneels down on their level and carefully removes the baskets from their jaws, then gives them each a pat.]

Is she hiding? What's up?

[youwillgotohell]

Happy as I'd be to see Chris turned into something silent, I don't have much use for newts.

[Welcome back.]

[patheticvillain]

Really? You don't make them into potions or whatever?

[C8]

[video]

[notsoneedy]

Slevin has your cat, you shithead. I'm so glad you're back after all.

[She's a little shook up by the last flood but she's grinning automatically to see him, happy all the same. Though she didn't mean to say that last part, the 'after all'. She wasn't even thinking it. It just slipped.]

[private/video]

[patheticvillain]

[Well, he's making this private so fast.]

"After all"? [Explain. He has the sinking feeling he knows what she meant already, but he wants to hear it from her.]

[godsays]

We argued about where to put you.

[ CASSEL IS AWAAAAAKE ]

[patheticvillain]

Who's we? Who did you piss off?

[americasdirtiest]

'Bout fucking time. [Mickey is never, ever, ever going to mention that he offered Chris a spot for Cassel in his cabin but he wants to know if Chris told him, so this is what Cassel gets by way of a 'welcome back.']

[patheticvillain]

Seriously, how long was it? Am I Sleeping Beauty now?

Spam

[voluntaryapnea]

[Stiles prefers working out in the CES, mostly because he likes being in the woods. And okay maybe it's not technically the woods, but if it looks like and smells like and feels like the woods? That's good enough for him. But he knows he needs to work on other areas -- and strength training is important. He doesn't enjoy it, but that doesn't really matter. He's not here for enjoyment. He's here for a purpose. A reason.

He's here to save lives. And really, all the working out does help him sleep better at night (though that might also be because Lydia's been staying with him most nights). So it's worth it. He glances up when he catches movement from the corner of his eye, tensing involuntarily. He half expects to see Jerry there, but he relaxes when he sees it's Cassel instead. Apparently his coma is over with. He sets down the weights he's using and lifts a hand in a wave.]

Hey, man.

Spam

[patheticvillain]

[Cassel's used to hypervigilance; he's trained enough in reading people, too, that he often sees it even when they don't. He reads it in Stiles easily, and so moves slowly, carefully until Stiles sets down the weights. It's not likely that he's going to get attacked, but especially after being down for so long, it can't hurt to be too careful. Paranoia is a good friend.]

Hey. I see you didn't die gruesomely while I was asleep. That's cool.

[andyougoleft]

Wow. Well, I guess Ilia can just stay with me for another week, then, if that's what friendship is going for these days.

[patheticvillain]

Slevin, give me my cat! He'll gut you, he's a cold-blooded murderer.

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[advocacy]

[She holds up a solid gold glove.]

You tell me.

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[patheticvillain]

What the shit?

spaaaaam

[cons]

[ the best and worst thing about being stuck here ( well maybe not the best, or the worst, but shut up ) is that the only thing this place has given her so far is time, time, and time. oh, and hot showers. she's already taken a dozen of those, literally, and she's fresh out of the shower too as she makes her most recent attempt at wasting time. no, she still doesn't get what this place is about, or why she's here. not really. yeah, she might've done an actual metric fuckton some stuff that could have landed her in prison, but ever since the USA turned into Zombieland? she figured she was home free. well, minus the running and hiding from zombies thing - home free.

but anyway, so she's just wandering around because she can, because there's nothing better to do. learning the layout of the ship, where she can and can't go. remembering faces and trying to forget names. and she's getting used to being around this many healthy, talkative people. it's' a process.

when she gets to the gym, she's got her hands stuffed in the pockets of her leather jacket, the heels of her boots scuffing along the floor. she wanders in without peeking to see what's going on first, figuring it's her own damn fault if she walks into a room that smells like a high school lockerroom.

luckily, the place is pretty empty compared to some of the other rooms. but not completely empty. someone's cleaning. or something. who knows. ]

Hey.

[ it's sort of passive, the sort of hey you give a store clerk when you're "just looking" and no, really, you don't need any help ( because you intend on purchasing one little thing and pocketing everything else ). but it's probably obvious she's not here to pump some iron, considering the whole.. jeans and boots and jacket thing. but that's awkward, only saying "hey" when you plan on sticking around for a bit, so- ]

This joint is really jumpin', huh? I'm surprised they got you in here all by yourself. Who knows what might go down.

spamarama

[patheticvillain]

[The sarcasm isn't what sticks out so much. Sarcastic assholes are a dime a dozen around here. What gets him is how out of place she looks, how she slots sarcasm into the conversation easily just when it seems like the silence is stretching too long.]

[He's not on the ball right now, still a little woozy and bone-weary. Someone could jump him physically right now if they wanted; that wouldn't be hard. But speech patterns and body language are second nature to him - just like paranoia.]

[He gives her a broad smile, the hundred-watt one that used to make girls fall at his feet when that was something he was after, and leans on the nearest treadmill.]

You know you can kill a man with a five-pound weight, right? It's all in the swing.

You're new.

[semifreakingnormal]

It's about time, dude! [He has been having the concern.]

Did you get aspirin yet?

[patheticvillain]

Yeah, I got it. But we can still be best friends. I'll make an exception for the wolfman.

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[lastrat]

[Bond is already there when Cassel comes in. He missed the announcement: he's been preoccupied on the treadmill for the last hour plus, running faster and longer than is entirely wise.

He tried the CES first, but it was raining. It was also very similar to Regents Park, and he turned around almost before the first drops hit him.

When he spots Cassel, though, he slows his run to a jog, to a trot, until he's walking and can walk right off the machine. He takes his time grabbing a towel, tugging it across his face and over his head before throwing it over his shoulder.]

Have a good nap?

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[patheticvillain]

[It takes Cassel a minute to look up, too. He's preoccupied, although if you asked him with what he wouldn't even know what to say.]

[When he sees Bond, he grins, a little sideways mouth-twitch.]

Fuck yourself.

[hellofist]

[This is more an observation than anything else, but-]

No one got you weed.

[Is it weird to hear a former Batgirl talking about pot? Who knows, she just finds it interesting that everyone else has ignored that so far. Plus, focusing on something small and stupid lets her pretend that him being in a coma wasn't so mind-numbingly terrifying.]

[patheticvillain]

Iris did. Or, I mean, her dogs did.

You want some? [Please come see him, he is worried about you :c]