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WHO: Aunt Cass and YOU
WHERE: Heropa #16 + around town
WHEN: 6/04, and the following week
WHAT: Cass is going around greeting roommates and neighbors with baked goods and trying to destress by shopping and finding coffee shops
WARNINGS: none for now!

[1; the first day, at a GROCERY STORE]
[She did get told this was a war, so she's not quite sure whether she's surprised by all the tense paranoia and anger she's been dodging all day, but if this is a constant then it's sure going to be stressful living here. She can already feel it building up, but unfortunately the house she was dumped in isn't attached to a café, and if it's not attached to a café she doesn't have immediate access to sweet, savory, soul-healing cupcakes. Nor did she find enough ingredients in the kitchen to make them herself (besides, she didn't want to use ones that didn't belong to her). And while that's horrible, she was at least given enough to hold up until her first paycheck for that cat website.

The first thing she grabbed at the store was one of the reusable shopping bags they were selling on some racks near the entrance. Then the rest is easy. She doesn't need a list to know what she needs to buy, but she only hesitates a little to grab a box of gummy bears along with them. It's not long before her shopping basket is heavy and digging into her arm, and the shopping bags, once they're all packed and she's rung up, aren't any easier on her either. Gosh, maybe she over did the buying?]

Ugh, no, it'll be fine, [she grumbles, then hops a little to hoist the bag onto her shoulder better. Hopefully she didn't smack you with the corner of a milk carton at the bottom when she did.] It's only a short walk!

[Perhaps you care to help?]

[2; soon after, at HEROPA #16 - the kitchen]
[No matter, she gets that stuff home safely and the kitchen is stocked, various things in there labeled 'HOUSEMATES - FEEL FREE TO USE! :)' in neat handwriting if any of them care to look. And Cass is in there, too, if you can spot her behind the counter that is, crouched by the oven door and peeking in to check on the muffins inside. What, didn't you get drawn in here by the smell of them? They're blueberry.

Maybe you speak up, maybe you don't. If you do, she'll look over her shoulder in surprise. Or maybe you don't, and she only notices you when she takes the muffins out of the oven and turns to place them on the counter. Either way, her expression in the same: it brightens, a smile splitting her face as she steps over across the kitchen toward you.]

Hey! [She chirps the greeting, looking nothing short of absolutely delighted to meet you.] I didn't know you were there. Hi, my name is Cass, do you live here too?

[3; also at HEROPA, houses neighboring #16]
[There are more than enough muffins for everyone. Or enough for her neighbors, at least. For anybody living on the anywhere close to #16, they'll be getting a knock on their door. Should they open it, Cass stands there with a basket of muffins in her hands, smiling bright.]

Greetings! Hi, I'm Cass -- I just got moved into number 16. I thought I'd stop by to say hello, would you like some muffins?

[4; likewise, at HEROPA #16; closed to Tadashi and Hiro]
[But at the end of the day, later in the afternoon as it turns into evening, Cass is back at home again. This time she's on the porch, Mochi curled up on her lap as he pets and scratches his head absently. She busied herself and acquainted with some people, and that's fine. Overall, the day was fine. But now that she's out of things to do, the worries are creeping up.

Florida. Of all the places, Florida. There was a comfort in knowing she didn't get thrown out of the country or anything, but at the same time, this America is different from the one she knows. So maybe she's actually been thrown into another dimension. They sure made it sound that way, and if that were the case then it wouldn't really matter if she were in the US or Canada or even Japan. In any case, she was far away from home, and she has no idea what's going on with Hiro. For all she knew, she was alone here, and that's... scary. In ten years, no matter who she lost she was never alone, and she tugs Mochi closer to her as she wishes she bought a pack of cigarettes or something while she was out. But no, she quit that long ago didn't she? She threw them all out and cleaned up the house thoroughly so Hiro and Tadashi could grow up in a clean home. Maybe she should have brought out a muffin to chew on out here.

She sighs, running a hand through her hair. All this thinking and stressing -- she hasn't done it in a long time, and she really, really wishes she could go back to her café. Maybe she should apply for a job at one. That would be a lot more distracting than sitting at a desk looking at cat pictures all day.]

[5; any other day, at a COFFEE SHOP]
[After the adventurous first day, Cass ventures out again, this time just to find a place to relax and get to know what the city is really like. There's no way all that anger can be a status quo, right? She hopes not. Just what could she have been brought into this place for anyway? She's no soldier. She's no fighter, or a researcher, or even a hero like those people that have been showing up on the news lately. But then again, even those heroes...

She shakes her head and smiles at the barista as they call her name and hand her her drink, not forgetting to thank them and making sure she didn't forget to shove some money in the tip jar before turning to find a seat. It's busy in here, so she can't find an empty table, but she does spot a chair right over there... with YOU!

She meanders over, squeezing between chairs full of studying college students and past a pair of old men playing chess. It takes a minute, but she manages to reach the table with the empty-looking chair and she taps on it to try to get the attention of the person already sitting there.] Hi. Would you mind if I sat here? It's full everywhere else.

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Mmn, he does. [Keeping his small smile as he watches that picture on his phone. A look, yes, though despite Chrollo's appearance, Hisoka feels like he could have always felt this way. As long as Chrollo stayed ad impressive strength wise.]

[He.... Will have to ask about getting a photo of him. Just for himself...]

It's hard to say. Since only recently? But we've been 'together' for some months now. [A smirk.]

And I've been chasing him for years.

[As in, chasing him to fight and kill him. But that might as well be the same thing. He's just... Shifted from wanting a 'fling' to wanting something more dedicated.]

Aww, look at you! You managed to get the guy!

[Is she really reaching across the table to pat his arm? Yes she is. She's so excited -- there's rarely anything more exciting than listening to somebody's happy love story! Aside from your favorite nephews getting into their dream schools and being happy, of course. But UGH.]

That must be so great, that's so exciting!

[Everything she's doing is very normal. An enjoyable conversation with someone, being excited for them, treating them casually but playfully, having darn good social skills. It's not something he's actually... used to? Most people are usually either too wrapped up in their own things to be so nice, or generally turned off by him in some way. So her even going as far to pat him has him oddly...

intrigued.]

[Did she just touch him?]

[And she's so happy for him. It doesn't seem like she's being stupid or naive either, just... nice.]

[He leans his chin on a hand again, definitely giving her more attention than he has been now.]

It is great~! Thank you. [ Cheery for a moment. A glance down after, smiling a little wider to himself for a moment before looking to her again.] I'm sure you'll see him sometime. Ah, on various magazines, perhaps on a billboard, or even television. [Head tilt.]

Have you found out if you have anyone here yet?

[She definitely did just touch him. It doesn't occur to her that he might not be used to it; by now, she's no stranger to the idea that there are people here who're just painfully deprived of affection in their daily lives, but those are mostly children. Hisoka here seems closer to her in age, and he's also much quicker at reacting to her than some of the kids were. She peels her lips back and grins even wider at him.]

Now that you've shown me, I'll probably recognize and see him even more. [She means that, more than saying so just as a pleasantry. She does like to look through magazines every so often, and if there's a familiar face she never misses it. Hisoka's boyfriend just got one more person looking out for him now. Eee.

And she's nodding, her eyes brightening at the question. She was worried at first about her boys being here, but she'll never try to deny how happy she is to have them with her. It would have been terribly lonely otherwise.] Mhm. We ran into each other my first day -- my family. They've been here for a while now.

[Affection means a lot of things too. Hisoka has always been someone to enjoy human contact, even if it could never really be described as a 'positive' desire. But he needs to be close, to fight, to feel, to fuck, it all stemmed from general enjoyment of closeness to other people. Even if it was in a skewed way. But affection? Not exactly something he's used to. He doesn't have an aversion to it but he's definitely not experienced with it either. So yes, a slight jump, barely, a tenseness, a strange glance.]

[She'll quickly become aware of how 'childlike' he is though. Mostly children? Yes, but sometimes adults don't really 'make it' to adulthood in the same way as others.]

I'll have to let him know he got another fan.

[A smile, crossing his arms on the table and leaning a little. Not that one more meant anything really, buuuut, he's definitely on the side of 'god daaaamn' when it comes to Chrollo. He's quick to recognize that face anywhere. Decked out in the latest mall goth attire or not.]

You're family? Even luckier. I only know of a few here that can say the same.

Oh goodie. Let him know I'll support him the best that I can.

[Which is... what, she doesn't know, but she's sure she'll find something. Maybe if she can stay friends with Hisoka, this guy would tell her when there's something going on. Who knows!]

I can't say I don't have my worries about them being here, but I am really grateful.

I'm not sure he has a fan club yet, maybe a worthy endeavor?

[A laughs, though now he's curious if he's wrong! He should check online. In before he finds a good amount of Chrollo strolling around photographs, how creepy, stalkers are creepy~]

Grateful to be with them? I can imagine. It gives some strength to have those they care for near. It can be empowering.

Oh don't you know it!

[The fan club idea is nice. She responds to that with a widened grin and arched eyebrows, as if asking 'what do you think?' But she almost swells at his comment on family, and the strength. The empowerment.]

There's nothing that give me more strength than that, if you don't mind me being super gushy here. I'm so glad to be together with them.

[A smirk, raising a brow. 'Well he certainly deserves it'. Some silly telepathic conversation before he gets a full show of that sudden excitement in her. Ah, she feels so strongly for her family. Then, many people he knows does. He doubts he would ever feel like that even if he had one, but who's to say? It's a nice thing to see driving someone though, it makes the spirit so strong...]

I don't mind. [Gesturing up a hand. Please do talk about a thing that makes you practically glow. He'll sip his drink.]

Oh! [Oh god, he actually answered. Hopefully Hisoka isn't getting irritated by how emotive she can be, because it's not about to slow down. She giggles at the fact that he answered her mostly rhetoric statement, leaning forward and wrapping her hands around her drink again.]

You're so sweet, Hisoka. Maybe I can talk at you forever.

[Honestly, her pace and energy is something he enjoys. Those with weakness in general just test his patience. Not that you can't be slow and worthwhile, but a lot of the time the slow and weak willed are just... not as fun. He wants spirit. He wants intensity, and while Cass is certainly a different breed from what he usually pulls into his life, she's yet to be boring. He's actually finding her quite precious so far.]

You're lucky I'm a fan of idle chats then, though careful, I can get distracted and bored easily. [A smile, nursing his drink as he speaks.]

Oh!

[Easily distracted and bored? Like that's a first. But she's leaning in anyway.]

I can't have that! Then tell me: what sort of talk interests you?

[Leeans in too, tucking his hands under his chin.]

All sorts, maybe I'm a bit of a gossip though. Though my interests range rather wide.

[A short gasp! It's put on, definitely on purpose, but it's not too overly dramatic. She's just being fun.]

A gossiper. I hope you're saying nice things! I do like people-watching though if that might be your thing. I live on a busy corner and sometimes you just can't help but notice the lady walking ten dogs across Masonic and wondering what crazy leggings she'll be wearing the next day.

[No problem with fun! He prefers it and smiles at her reaction, giving a sure puckeres lip nod. Yep. Gossiper.]

I only like seeing and talking about impressive things. Why bother talking about what I don't like?

People watching? I already enjoy that almost daily.

Ha- 'crazy leggings'?

[She's all grin as she leans forward, head propped up on her hands with elbows on the table.]

Crazy, wild -- they're colorful and creative. They come in all designs and prints now, and it's like watching an art show walk past. They sometimes just get... you know -- ahem -- I'm just glad she comes by after my fifteen year old goes to school.

When you said family you meant children, a mother? [A bit intrigued there. The bonds a parent has with their kids can be quite strong after all. He will chuckle after that comment of hers though. How mundane, this subject, but her enthusiasm draws him in and he moves to lean in a similar way to hers.]

Should you be so protective, a strangely dressed woman is hardly the most dangerous thing in the world.

[Sips his drink.]

I wonder if she has any cats. [Strange women always have cats. It's a well known cliche.]

I'm a parent. But I'm an aunt. [Technicalities, but it's a distinction she sticks to. She's much too close in relation to their real mother to even pretend, and as long as the boys call her Aunt, then she's proud of that title.]

Oh, he faces against waaaay more than crazily dressed ladies. It's the city! But hear me out, just because he's used to worse doesn't mean he has to see those leggings. And don't you go stereotyping cat ladies, now. I'm one of them.

An aunt so, the sibling of their parents? [He wonders if there's more of a story there, or if the true parents are just still at home.]

You're a cat lady?

[A small gasp, holding his hand over his mouth.]

Yeah. Sister on the mother's side. And I am! We have Mochi -- he's our family cat, the boys chose him when they were little.

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