forty-six ➢ spam + video

[patheticvillain]

[Anywhere Cassel could conceivably be underfoot, he absolutely is. Trying to get something done in the infirmary? He's standing right by your leg, staring up at you and hoping for a snack. Trying to get into the Enclosure? Here he is already, trying to pick the lock with his teeny-tiny fingers. Trying to go to the bathroom? He's waiting by the door.]

[Find him anywhere and everywhere that's least convenient and most annoying.]

video

[As soon as Cassel figures out how to use the camera on this thing, he starts recording and broadcasting everything even remotely interesting to the network. For example, he finds a nice flower in the greenhouse and broadcasts that. He likes Barbara's shoes, records those, shows everybody.]

[But his penultimate broadcast is when he finds his Christmas sweater. His communicator is balanced at the edge of his desk in his room, while he holds the sweater up above his head, stretched out on tiptoes so it doesn't brush the floor.]

It's too big! [He is so angry about this. He wants to wear it right now.]


( ooc; replies coming from brothermayi! )

Comments

[video]

[clockworkflower]

Roll up the sleeves, dummy!

[Lilith is wearing hers as a dress.]

[video]

[brothermayi]

They keep falling down!

[He tries again, demonstrating for the camera. Sure enough, they do keep falling down. :'(]

[spam]

[hearrrtofgold]

[Duke was only in the kitchen to grab more paper towels and peanut butter, which would have been an easy task if he hadn't been essentially navigating through a day-care center. Every time he ran across a kid he felt compelled to stop and check in, meaning it had taken him nearly twenty minutes to get past just a few floors.

When he turns into Cassel's territory he holds up a hand in casual greeting and tries not to loom over the boy.]

Whoa, hey buddy. Did you need something from in here?

[spam]

[brothermayi]

[Duke trying not to loom is kind of a futile endeavor. Cassel looks up at him owlishly; he's so tall. And beardy. He better be careful.]

. . . I was looking for food.

[spam]

[hearrrtofgold]

[Okay, looming may be a foregone conclusion, but he can try to negate that by being nice.]

Cool. Did you want anything from a high shelf? I'll get it for you.

[spam]

[exnihilo]

[Look, all Mira wants is to sneak from the kitchens where she has dutifully contributed to the ship's survival to the safety of Mickey's cabin without murdering any of these helpless little grubby fingermonsters. And she isn't running, because she is a very dangerous, very sneaky assassin, and she can get through a hallway and a staircase unmolested. Right?]

[spam]

[brothermayi]

[Wrong. It's on the staircase that Cassel catches up to her, sticky fingers catching on her skirts, his eyes narrowed at her as though he's expecting some kind of trick. Some kind of test.]

Mom? Why'd you hide?

[spam]

[exnihilo]

[Oh Gods. She freezes, stares at him. She is. Not freezing. SHe is a master infiltrator. She will think of the perfect lie. Any. Second. Now.]

Because. I'm scared.

[fridgetothefire]

[Anya is totally charmed by his vine account collection of discoveries. She replies with a brief video of the maintenance office ceiling, covered in pins and paperclips arranged into meandering double-helix by a bored Peter Parker.]

[brothermayi]

[She's playing the game and is immediately his favorite. He grins, out of sight of the camera, and shoots another one: the back of Ben's head, hard at work over the kitchen stove.]

[fridgetothefire]

[Wow Cassel no fair how did you find her favorite.

The library shark, swimming closer in lazy undulations.]

inmate showers!

[thelastbullet]

[Jimmy's in the process of getting dressed after his morning shower. He's already got his shirt and socks (including the sock suspenders, because he is definitely an old man) on, and his left leg is done, but he has to move to sit down to do the right leg. The leg has some pretty gnarly scars on it, though it's nothing a little boy wouldn't just find cool. As he's hopping over to a stool in the corner to sit down he almost trips over Cassel.]

Jesus fucking Christ-- Watch where you're goin', kid!

[brothermayi]

[Cassel skids away under his leg and hides behind a locker door, peering out at Jimmy warily. The man's yelling, but he's used to yelling and isn't as put off by it as he might be. Plus he's got those crazy leg scars. The cursing doesn't phase him, either; he's used to lots of cursing, only sometimes it's in Russian.]

You watch where you're going.

Kid.

[thelastbullet]

[He curses again, then drops down onto the stool. His trousers got wet in the process of not falling down, and he looks at that and curses.]

Did no one ever tell you you should respect your elders? [He starts tugging his trousers up his right leg, frowning. The bite's mostly out of his voice, but he figures it can't hurt to act a little mad anyway.]

[flawedgem]

[Barbara peers at the sweater, and politely doesn't mention how hideous it is.] I could tailor it for you. Make it fit.

[brothermayi]

. . . You know how to do that?

Teach me.

[flawedgem]

Yeah. I can't make my own clothes yet, but I can do all sorts of alterations.

[She considers, for a moment, peering at him. Sewing needles are sharp, okay. But if she's there...]

Sure. You want me to come to your room?

[infirmary spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[She's starting to understand why Dr. Cox wanted at least three shifts. There aren't many people in need of the infirmary right now, but it's difficult convincing herself to remain whenever she sees children running around outside.

At least there are capable seeming adults out there. She sends the children toward Cambridge and Ian whenever she can.

Morgana's counting out clean sets of bed sheets when she turns and bumps right into Cassel, almost dropping the sheets on his head.]

Oh! I'm sorry, are you all right? [She'll recognize him soon.]

[infirmary spam]

[brothermayi]

[He catches the tail end of one sheet and hangs determinedly onto it, totally wrecking the beautifully folded sheet. Sorry, Morgana.]

Watch where you're going. [But he's grinning. This is totally his fault and he knows it.]

[closetothesurface]

[This is a very strange game. She thinks it's a game, or maybe some odd form of communication.

She shoots a brief video of snow on the deck, then, a short time later, of the toys in Cambridge's quarters.]

[brothermayi]

[He wants the toys, but does his best to ignore them for the moment as he continues in his Very Serious Artistic Endeavor. This time he takes a long shot of the Enclosure's entrance, then the line in the kitchen, which is interrupted by someone chasing him away.]

[strangehistorian]

[The little ones are the best ones, which is why when she's looking for babies to herd to safety she backtracks. Did she just see one dart into the infirmary? Not a good place for them. Too many sharp objects in there.]

Is someone there? [She calls in, hoping attention will be more interesting than needles.]

[brothermayi]

[He peers out again from behind the infirmary door. He was really excited about all of these sharp things, okay.]

Who wants to know?

ha ha i'm so late

[eaglet]

[Connor is, in fact, trying to get into the Enclosure, because looking out into the void of space is terrifying but he doesn't like going below the decks, where he feels claustrophobic. But the hatch might lead to something less constricting, so he was planning on exploring it -- but someone is already there. Someone who is a child? Um.]

Do you need help?

[He is just shy of fourteen but already very tall and broad-shouldered, but his voice betrays his age.]

you're perfect

[brothermayi]

[Cassel looks up at this dude, who seems to pretty much be an adult, and shies away, folding his arms over his chest in an attempt to seem self-contained and big and dangerous.]

I don't need help with anything.