Cassandra Cain

So I'm already on this roadtrip thing, and that's been making my online schedule iffy. On Thursday my computer crashed and burned. Basically the screen on my laptop has a short somewhere and I can't actually use it. I can do stuff when I find an external monitor to plug it into, but that's even harder than finding time on the trip.

So... if you're looking for me in the next three weeks or so... Um... I guess you should toss me an email since I can get that on my phone.

Of course I doubt this will actually impact anything, except I may be late pinging Cassandra into threads she needs to be in while I try to find somewhere to use this thing. Now you know.

I should probably have posted this up sometime before... now, but I figured better late than never.

This summer, all summer, I'm taking a "little roadtrip". Some days I'll be in a place with internet and time, and some days I'll be on the road with internet but an unfortunate need to watch where I'm going. So... if threads get dropped or go into SP, well, I'm sorry in advance!

I'll still be checking in as regularly as I can, but I did want you to know...

Cassandra had gotten up early, like she usually did, planning to go for a run or something. She'd reached into her closet to find something to wear and had found a knife instead. A familiar one.

She knew what it was, but she didn't know where it had come from. Had it been in her bag all along? Was it just more fandom weirdness? She'd settled onto her bed and turned the blade over and over in her hand for nearly an hour before it occurred to her to check her calender.

January 27. That meant yesterday had been January 26. Her birthday.

Not wanting to wake her roommate, she'd padded into the common room and was busy searching for a hammer or a blow torch or anything she could use to snap the blade. Some memories she could do without.

[ooc: Open for your common-room-ish needs. And hours later I realize that this didn't go to the dorms comm... Er... Whoops.]

Cassandra had woken up this morning and then spent about an hour staring blankly at the ceiling. Then she had spent thirty minutes or so trying to convince herself that it had been a dream. Then another half hour reminding herself that Fandom weirdness happened and that it didn't mean anything.

Because even if she had been herself, she hadn't been... herself, right?

It wasn't that she'd done anything bad or different. Sparring, talking to people (though she had seemed to talk more), but it's not like she'd done anything bad. It was remembering what she had thought that was bothering her.

Ever since she left her father, Cassandra had lived with a constant sense of guilt. She had taken a life. It had only grown worse when she had killed her mother a few months ago. But... the person she had been this weekend hadn't felt any guilt. None. What's more, she had killed more people. A lot more people.

It had never occurred to her that she might be without that sense of responsibility. It was a scary sort of thought. And an intriguing sort of thought. Could she find a way to lose the guilt? Did she really want to?

[ooc: This could have been on the roof, I suppose, but the door's open here too.]

Cassandra's eyes snapped open when she realized that she wasn't in her bed. She rolled immediately to the side, planning to drop to the floor and take stock, but ended up rolling into a wall instead. That made her immediately reverse direction which did lead to her landing on the floor in a crouch.

Something was very, very wrong. Why had she slept in her combat suit? Why had she slept with all of her gear still on? After reaching over her shoulder to make sure her katana was hanging properly she stalked over to the door and yanked it open.

"There better be a very, very good explanation for this," she growled under her breath as she prepared to go find some answers.

[ooc: Establishy and open. Cassandra is... herself, sort of. AU Cassandra Cain is the ruthless head of the League of Assassins. Unlike regular Cassandra, this one kills people for fun and profit. And she is not happy today.]

When Meg left the room in the morning Cassandra locked the door behind her. Then she sat down on the floor, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against her bed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered into the empty room. It wasn't enough, really, but it was all she could offer.

[ooc: establishy, and I'm offline until Thursday]

Cassandra blinked at the small desk calender she had in her lap. It had snuck up on her. That hadn't happened before. Usually she was thinking about the date weeks in advance. She hadn't even made any plans.

With a thoughtful frown she considered her options. A number were discarded before she made up her mind and leaned back to sprawl on her bed. She knew what she'd do.

[ooc: Open, any threads take place before the one with the roomie.]

Cassandra hadn't left her room since Friday. Too many new people at once, most of them loud in their way. Instead she had decided to work on her reading comprehension some more.

So she sat in the middle of the floor with a book in her lap and a now-cold cup of tea beside her.

[ooc: Door is closed, but don't let that stop you since the post is open.]

There was an air of excitement around Fandom. Part of it was the lack of classes for the week, but it was more than that. There were visitors coming. Cassandra was holed up in her room this morning with a cup of tea. She wasn't entirely sure she was up to being reminded of all she lost when she walked away from her old life, and seeing her new friends with their old friends would be a pretty pointed reminder.

At least no one from Gotham knew she was here, so she wouldn't have to deal with that.

[ooc: Establishy and stuff!]

Cassandra was sitting in the middle of her room on the floor with a look of deep concentration on her face and a book sitting in her lap. A closer look might have revealed that it was, indeed, a copy of See Spot Run.

What? She was still pretty much illiterate.

[ooc: Door's open]

This post contains spoilers for pretty much all DC comics canon in which Batgirl participated. Especially the eponymous run of Batgirl.

( You have been warned... )

There's more, which I may one day actually add, but this is the stuff that shaped Cassandra most strongly.

"You've reached my... um... thing. You should... do the thing... Um... that's it?"