[Cassel's in his room, rearranging his drawer of scraps in some order discernible only to him. Ilia is perched on a high shelf, his eyes narrowed and tail twitching, disturbed by the commotion and looking ready to jump down onto Cassel's shoulders at any moment. As he rummages, Cassel addresses the camera; the moment he turns towards it, a bruise slides into view on his left temple, light and mottled black. He seems not to notice it.]

A few things. First of all, if anybody who's not all Admiral-ed up has a problem with the power outages, I think - I think I can make flashlights and lamps that don't need to be powered. [He's speaking specifically to Morgana here, but he doesn't know everybody's hangups, either, so he's leaving it open to the Barge as a whole.]

Second of all, has anybody actually gotten anywhere with the ship? Steering it or anything? Because this seems like it's getting kind of. Critical. [As Dean so astutely pointed out.]

Last thing - I know nobody cares right now, but we still need staff for the gym. At least one more person. If you feel like going slightly less stir-crazy while we're marooned in the middle of nowhere, apply now.

voice, day 1

--ss? Anya? Peter?

[The slight hiss of indrawn breath, a result of having just run a very long way, or perhaps intense pain. Cassel's breathing slows, gets heavier; then it seems to occur to him, apparently for the first time, that this is not a direct line.]

Shit.

[Feed cuts off.]

video, day 2

[Sounding significantly more confident, Cassel is back, looking dirty and waving a splinted hand at the camera. He is also wearing a newsboy cap because fuck you, that's why, and also he stole it, and also it's a good luck charm.]

You people seem awfully upset for no particular reason. It's not like anyone broke your hand for no reason, and then insulted your family and threatened your livelihood, and then threw you out a window.

By the way, the one cussing and crying for his dad could be arrested if you wanted to arrest him. For assault. And rudeness.

Once that's done, someone ought to explain how currency works here. It's sort of vital for a functioning society, yeah? So draw up a diagram as soon as humanly or mostly-humanly possible.

spam } anywhen, everywhere

[Cassel seems perfectly thrilled to be here, at least after he locates Anya and Peter. His disappointment and worry at not finding Cass doesn't get past his bright smile, and he's mostly able to drown any fears out after the discovery of pancakes in the dining hall on day one.]

[When not eating, he can be found on deck staring at the stars - which he has never seen this clearly, the smog of the city and the overhanging buildings always getting in the way - or following people around, shadowing and imitating their walks exactly.]


( ooc; cassel is redux from the cogs and catches breach, a street urchin living with his twin sister and adoptive family in the steampunk city of aeris navem. )