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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.

[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.]

[youwillgotohell]

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

[Welcome back.]

[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.]

[godsays]

We argued about where to put you.

[ CASSEL IS AWAAAAAKE ]

[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.']

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[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.

[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.

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[advocacy]

[She holds up a solid gold glove.]

You tell me.

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[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.

[semifreakingnormal]

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

Did you get aspirin yet?

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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?

[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.]