Cassel Sharpe.
24 January 2014 @ 07:13 pm
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[There is a small, slim, and unfamiliar black cat walking the Barge this weekend. A familiar item hangs around his neck: two coins fused together by supernatural strength, hung on a leather thong. With it, the cat seems to pass freely throughout the ship, though he clings to shadows in the hallways.]

[Most often, he can be found in common rooms, curled up on the best chair and watching the goings-on with barely-open yellow eyes. In the gardens, he naps in the flower beds and climbs into the thickest parts of low-growing trees. Here and there he can be found in boxes where he probably isn't supposed to be, seeming to look for small spaces and pressing himself into corners.]

[He also makes his best efforts to trip people, looking incredibly smug with every success.]


spam } vesper

[Don't ask how he got in here. Some things it's better not to question. But he's found Vesper's paperwork, which is suddenly the most fascinating and important thing in the world.]

[Whenever she comes back, he's rolling on his back in the middle of a mess of papers. Which are his now.]
 
 
Cassel Sharpe.
[Video clicks on: Cassel looks decidedly calm, leaned back against the white wall of his bedroom. Which he's not, but he's been thinking about this for a while - especially after fourth wall day - and he wants to pick people's brains.]

I never finished high school. This is not a political science lesson. Don't call me on my basic misunderstanding of the democratic process. I just have some questions.

Where I come from, people who can do [the briefest of pauses] magic are illegal. Or - performing it's illegal. And it has been for a hell of a long time. The problem is that you don't know if you can do it or not until it manifests, all by itself. You don't know if you can do it until you've already done it, by which time you're already a criminal. Surprise!

I don't know the order of history where you people are from. But for us, these laws have been in place for, like, a hundred years. Which is when things started getting bad. Some big-deal government asshole in a suit and tie tells you you're a criminal for doing something you can't help doing, I guess you just think: sure. Why not. I'll be a criminal.

Explain the point of this to me, somebody. Do people really not think this shit through? Maybe people just really want to have a bad guy. I'm okay with that answer. [He kind of believes it himself.] I'd just really like to take a survey, since nobody's asked a moral question for 0.5 seconds and I haven't had the pleasure.

[He goes to switch off the feed, and then remembers something.]

Oh, and if anybody else has similar crap to share, yadda yadda. We're building an environment of mutual un-der-stan-ding on this cruise. [Eyeroll, and feed cut.]

filter | kon + charles

I'd like to get started on this memory thing. Whenever you both have time. Kon said it was cool but he wants to sit in.

private | zane

You know that feeling like you're about to do something incredibly stupid? I have that. [He's so pissed B(]
 
 
Current Music: workhorse @ my brightest diamond
 
 
Cassel Sharpe.
[Cassel sleeps through most of Wednesday and Thursday. He wakes up every once in a while, rolls over, checks his comm, sees that one or the other person isn't dead, and is distantly pleased about that. By the time he's conscious and mentally present enough to check in, he's all out of fucks to give about acting like he's not worried.]

[Text balances that out some, though. That and the fact that he actually has no idea what to say.]


If anybody hasn't gone to the infirmary yet, they're morons and should go do it right now. Because that sucked.

[He loves you really. (No.)]

friends filter; cass + james + vesper + babs

Especially you.

private | kon

You get a week off. I'm officially giving you a week off. I won't restart being a dick until next Friday. You're welcome.

private | chris

[Not that he expects this to get answered, but.]

I saw you left the sign. Couldn't leave a response because we were fighting zombie children and I forgot to steal a marker. Sorry.

spam, saturday

[Friday he's occupied. Saturday he spends a little time on deck and a little in the library. Both places he's just reading. It's easier to read than to act like focus on other people and keep up the act that he knows what he's doing - because he really doesn't. That place hadn't even wanted him, and it had gotten to him.]

[He catches up on his reading list. Tries to stay out of trouble. This may or may not work out for him.]