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[queenofseers]

WHO: Cassandra Igarashi and you(??)
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Throughout June
WHAT: Cassandra does what she usually does, except this time there might be other people around. Also some closed prompts in the comments.
WARNINGS: Potential for various WicDiv-related warnings (death, mental illness, etc)- will be added if needed.



1. outside a coffee shop

[ For someone who claims to be the responsible adult in many situations, it probably doesn't reflect well that Cassandra has a diet of about 50% coffee. She tends to vary in where she gets it- it's kind of awkward for any shop to consider her a regular considering the celebrity status of imPorts- but she really, really does need caffeine. Her workaholic nature doesn't lend itself to a lot of rest.

So it's just another normal part of her day until she leaves the shop and some random native bumps into her, sending the coffee flying out of her hand. But before it can hit the ground, she thinks fast and snaps her fingers, freezing it (and the coffee spilling out of it) in place. It's the Porter power she's never really had a reason to use- she can freeze individual objects in time.

But she can't move those objects once they're frozen. So now she's glaring at this cup of not-even-that-good coffee suspended in mid-air over the sidewalk. ]

...Fucking hell.

[ It'll wear off in a few minutes. Until then, she's just...going to have to wait. ]

2. maurtia falls library

[ Are you supposed to use your abilities on library books? Probably not! Which is why Cassandra is happy that the mythology and history sections of the library tend to be very quiet, because after pouring over every relevant book in this section over the last few months, something suddenly occurred to her. If Lachesis is so all-powerful, and there's so many inexplicable connections between the mythologies of this world and others, could things have been added or altered in history? And would that reflect on the books?

It's not an impossible idea (somehow), and it'd be easier to divine on a particularly old text than a lot of things. Divining isn't all-encompassing- if it was, well, things would be very different- but it's worth a shot, and finding anything would be great right now.

...This is probably a sign that she's running out of options. Either way, she's picked up a particularly old Greek mythology tome and is divining on it, looking for signs of...cosmic fuckery or something, who knows. Monochrome, glowing specks are hovering around her. Not enough that the entire library would notice, but if you're in the area and happen to look over, that's definitely happening. ]

3. wildcard

[ If there's another place you could run into Cassandra, let me know at keterclass and we can hash it out! ]

Comments

for Norman - also at Maurtia Falls Library

[queenofseers]

[ If hitting so many dead ends in research wasn't enough, it seems that Cassandra's encountered a new issue: someone else is interested in all of the obscure, weird mythology books she'd been looking to check out. Which is strange, because nobody is as interested in this stuff as she is, for the most part.

She discovered this while talking to the librarian, who informed her that nope, that book is taken, and also that one, and yeah, even that one that's probably only been taken out once before. It's puzzling, to say the least. Not that she'd probably get anything from them anyway, but still...

People nearby might be able to notice she's grumbling as she walks away from the library desk. It wasn't a particularly loud or engaged conversation, but it did frustrate her. ]

[a_good]

[Norman was just coming up to the desk, bringing two books to return before he starts looking for more to check out. Important ImPorts: 1986-1996 had turned out to be mostly gossip. The mythology book had been more helpful. Everything about mythology is helpful at this point - he hadn't had much opportunity to learn about it at Grace Field House. But if he's going to understand the Porter, he needs anything that might be related to Lachesis, whatever the approach or however slight the connection.

He only hears the tail end of Cassandra's talk with the librarian, but he does get the last two titles. One of which is sitting in his bedroom, and the other of which he's holding. As Cassandra turns away, Norman follows.]

Excuse me. I'm about to return this one, if you want it.

[He holds up Reconstructing Potentialities and Reframing Histories: The Fates in World Mythology.]

[queenofseers]

[ She's a bit startled, looking down at Norman with a raised eyebrow. This is...not who she expected to have the book. The youth around here are something. ]

I've...already read that one, but thanks. [ It was an obvious one to start with, but she was thinking of taking another peek anyway. With a limit to her resources, she's starting to look at old ones again. ]

Aren't those a little above your age level?

[ She says, more curious than accusatory, for once. ]

1.

[halfblaked]

[ Professor David Blake, the human being, didn't spend much time in Maurtia Falls. He may be here frequently, but not often as... well, himself. He actually happened to be in town for a lecture, of all things, but David liked his creature comforts, so he just happened to be heading for the coffee shop when he found a familiar sight.

Cassandra, with... was that a coffee? A coffee that was supposedly going to spill, but instead sat there.

Floating? Suspended? That was new. New was good, it was interesting, it was data. Something he would need. ] Cassandra?

[ He asked, from a few yards away, and he jogged over, slipping his reflective aviators up on his head (they were gold, because David did like the irony. ] What -- [ He stopped, and looked at the floating cup of coffee. ] Ah, looks like you have that...in hand?

[queenofseers]

[ Cassandra huffs. She can't tell if this is more or less awkward than running into someone else she knows- Blake's become someone she feels as if she knows fairly well, but he's still a professional colleague to her in many ways. At least it's not one of the many people she knows who'd use this as an excuse to be an asshole. ]

Hey, Professor. It's...fine. It's the power the Porter gave me. [ She runs a hand through her hair and looks around. Is anyone taking pictures yet? They probably will. ] Did I ever tell you about it? I haven't really had a reason to use it, but it's not exactly convenient.

[ If he couldn't tell. ]

[halfblaked]

No, it's...interesting, however.

[ He bent down, to look at it, wave a hand underneath, his lips upturned into a lopsided smile. ] I didn't even know. It's fascinating, does it -- last long?

[ Filed under: things to use later, of course. Sorry, Cass. ]

henlo

[h2no]

[archie's just finished visiting rex and martin - small world, isn't it? - else he wouldn't be in maurtia falls at all. he doesn't like to be here after the relic bullshit, but sometimes you gotta go out your way to help the horrible little trash goblin you somehow ended up feeling responsible for. he's still not entirely welcome, it feels like, so he's wearing reflective sunglasses (definitely cooler than DAVID BLAKE'S) and a hoodie while he gets his caffeine lunch. it's... not the best disguise, but it's enough. no-one's said anything.

or maybe they just don't care? hard to tell. better safe than sorry, right?

anyway, he's just leaving the store when cass does her thing. archie stops... almost behind her. he almost walks into the poor woman, but manages to shimmy awkwardly to the side.]

That's neat, [he comments, sounding genuinely a little impressed. import powers are always so cool. his mind immediately floods with questions as to the specifics of the power, how she can use it, what using it is like, ect, but all he does is move to parallel to cass and her party trick to split the crowd.] --c'mon, don't make a traffic jam, ya idiots!

[as an aside to cass:] I think you owe Lachesis three dollars now.

[because... bad joke.]

[queenofseers]

[ Christ, who is this? She sighs when he starts talking, although she's somewhat pleasantly surprised by him moving the crowd, and then the mention of Lachesis. If this is another imPort, that's at least a bit more welcome than some native trying to get her autograph.

But still. She's not in the most talkative mood. She crosses her arms. ]

What, for the coffee? I'd rather not owe her anything, thanks. You're an imPort too?

[h2no]

Yeaaa-aah. [he says with a shrug, glancing around at the people who've decided they don't care enough to try and block the pavement.] 'Cause the coffee was saved? Bad joke, I guess. Especially if you could always do that...

[well, whatever. he takes a casual sip of his own coffee, nudging someone who's trying to take a picture along.]

Is that gonna wear off?

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[pummelgranite]

[ Cassandra did a miracle? Cassandra did a miracle! CASSANDRA!!! DID! A MIRACLE!?!?! This is itself miraculous and Laura intends to savor the occurrence. ]

Nice.

[ Cassandra can probably feel her leering from down the block before she calls out. Because Cassandra is doing miracles. ]

[queenofseers]

[ Uuuugh here we go. She rolls her eyes. Her relationship with Persephone is better than it has been, but this is totally going to attract onlookers. And she will definitely get teased about it. ]

Oh, quit it. [ She puts her hands on her hips. She doesn't want this!! ] I don't need you finding reasons to needle me over shit like...this. [ She waves around a hand in the coffee cup's general direction. ]

[pummelgranite]

What? I'm not needling. I think it's cool.

[ She judges the coffee sculpture from a few different angles. ]

Abstract, but cool. This from the porter?

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[khajidont]

[ Jaime's walking out of the coffeeshop with some whipped cream covered monstrosity, warring with his straw so that he can sip on some of his glorified coffee milkshake when he spots Cassandra and the frozen coffee levitating mid-air. He raises his brows, swallows, and hops a little around it so he can get a better look, look from it to Cassandra with every sign of fascination writ large on his face. ]

Whoa. Hi, Cassandra. Cool power!

[queenofseers]

[ In the minute or so since the cup was frozen Cass has tried to take a deep breath and power through this annoying, albeit brief, moment of her day...so she probably seems a bit agitated when she turns to look at who's talking. It fades a bit once she realizes it's Jaime, though; at least this is someone she's pretty sure won't make a scene about this. ]

It was cool until I realized I'd have to wait around for it to wear off. On a busy fucking sidewalk in the middle of the morning. [ Oh, maybe that's too much. She rubs her temple with her finger. ] So I'm guessing this isn't the type of thing the Porter gives out often?

[khajidont]

Nah, it's still pretty cool. As inconvenient powers go, I can think of, like, fifteen that are worse. You just gotta be patient. One guy I knew had the power that everyone who got near him tried to punch him in the face - that's what I call an inconvenient power.

[ It's all said in a cheerfully conversational tone, though, as he crouches to take a closer look at the cup, prodding it experimentally with one finger. ]

But no, I haven't met anyone with this power until now. How long does it last?

wildcard!!!! but also 1 kinda

[knaval]

[after cass has dealt with her coffe and is walking back along her way, A Wild Cybertronian appears. there's a road block (which might be why there'd been so many people in the shop) and riptide is standing right in the middle of the street. all 32ft of him.

it's for a good reason, honestly. he's just come off the tail end of an interview some people were doing with him, and he's standing with his arms crossed, not looking too happy at the people in front of him with cameras.]

--I'm not saying it again, I'm not a species representative. Those types have to approach with intent, don't they? I'm not here by choice.

[he shakes his head.] Alright, I'm done. You guys want pictures? When's this road meant to be open again?

[queenofseers]

[ See, it's not as if Cassandra hadn't mentally prepared herself for seeing Riptide's actual form in person at some point. She's seen what it looks like enough by now, even if over the network. And once she can tell it's him- from quite the distance away- she walks a bit faster to see just what the hell is going on. He knows he's doing this in the middle of the street, right?

She supposes that overhearing what he's saying makes her slightly sympathetic- he's made it clear that he's done explaining that he's not a robot to everyone- but not enough. She takes a begrudging sip of her now free coffee (which is still warm, somehow; creepy) and looks up to yell. ]

Hey! [ She fans her arms out. ] Riptide, what the fuck are you doing here?!

[knaval]

[riptide pops a squat the moment he hears cass, ignoring the protestations of the camera crew. he just waves a minivan-sized hand at them.]

Hi, Cass! [he chirps, happily.] I got that person you told me to get, and I just had an interview! I was about done, actually. You wanna come with me to the beach?

2 !! !

[darkov]

[if Marty has to go out, he prefers to go out and still be inside. it's too hot, even this far north, and the sun doesn't agree with his eyes. now that he knows how to get to this library, he wanders here when the suggestion to go somewhere that's not soccer practice is brought up.

he's supposed to be practicing right now, actually. not soccer -- reading. it's still such a foreign thing to him, even with what few letters his cousin had shown him back home, back before his life became...this. but he's on the down swing of trying to stay diurnal, and he's too groggy; all the letters look like mush, and he's more likely to wind up napping than reading much of anything at this rate.

that's why he's wandering away from the kids' section and through aisles, lingering to peer at some books with peculiar covers or pictures along the way. it's what gets him to discover this weird little scene which he actually has to double-take at, thinking he's just seeing spots from being so sleepy. but. no. this is...

um...

what is this? not normal. bad???]

What...?

[queenofseers]

[ Cassandra's so into her work that she takes a moment before she quite processes there's someone talking near her- let alone someone with a fairly familiar voice. She stops, for a second, before looking over.

She's surprised to see Martin again, so quickly, but a library isn't that weird a place for a kid to be. Now that she's been seen researching what will most likely be a futile effort, she almost feels...embarrassed? But, no, not yet. ]

Oh- uh. Hi, Martin. [ Uh. Hm. What do you say to a kid? She never talks to kids. ] Why are you here?

[darkov]

[he looks confused, his eyes flickering from her to the dappled magic and back again. does she...not see this?

he shifts the book in his hands under one arm so he can scrub at his eyes, blinking a few times.

no, it...it's still there.]

I...Sorry, I think--somethings wrong with my eyes. There's--spots everywhere?

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[ghoulking]

[ kaneki certainly notices, but mostly because he is always around the library, all over the many different sections it has to offer, and when he happens to see an import, he pays closer attention to them. Thus he ends up spotting Cass and her... strange glowing specks?

he approaches to greet her, with a smile on his lips ]

hello, Cassandra-san.

[queenofseers]

[ Kaneki is innocuous enough that she'd barely noticed his approach, and she startles a bit when he speaks. Luckily, she knows Kaneki, so it's not for long. ]

Oh- shit. Hey. [ This...just makes her feel ridiculous. Something about being seen doing this last-ditch, unlikely thing makes her feel strange. She closes the book, and the sparks start to fade out. ]

What are you doing here? Have you been doing research too?

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[cassassin]

[cassandra igarashi is a little hard to miss.

she doesn't approach soon enough to stop the floating timestuck coffee situation, though. cass looks up at her over her shades, her own cup--a dirty chai--in hand.]

Buy you a new one? [this is looking to her like a definite cut your losses moment.]

[queenofseers]

[ It takes her a moment to recognize the other Cassandra- it's been awhile since she's seen her, not that she didn't make an impression. And she does try to keep track of Persephone's many, many new friends.

That said, she's kind of flummoxed by the offer. That's...almost too nice? What does it mean. ]

No, it should just...come down after a few minutes. [ She's not looking forward to making sure she catches it. ] And I could buy myself one if I needed it, seriously.