The front door opens and Captain Marvel enters, carrying a Cassie wrapped in a sheet ( Read more... )

Cassandra, Sam and Janet come downstairs from Room Seven. Janet looks like she's been hit by a bomb, and is being helped along by Sam. Cassandra is leading the two and they all seem anxious. They choose a booth by the door and wait..glancing at the door every once in awhile.

Cassandra comes in from walking around outside for the last time. It's..partially to say goodbye, but mainly to calm her nerves. She sits down at a booth with a slight sigh and pulls out a bundle of letters. Carefully, she rereads them, makes a few changes, and begins to rewrite them ( Read more... )

Cassandra's sitting in one of the more isolated booths, writing a letter ( Read more... )

Cassandra sits by the fire, staring at the flames.
Even though she's been thinking about this for.. so many years.. she still wonders at times.

And so she sits.
And thinks.

Thinks about what is, what could have been..and what -hopefully- will be.

Cassandra's outside, doing some type of martial art stretches. A combination of different techniques from different worlds.
Interesting to critique.

Cassandra's sitting at the bar eating something that looks cross between jello and yogurt. She also has a book on chemical engineering and a red pen.
Looks like she's correcting a few things.

...or a lot of things.

Cassandra's sitting on the floor in a more secluded part of the bar, with little colored things on the floor around her. She analyzes the pieces and every few minutes moves a few around purposefully.

Cassandra's outside, lying on her back, looking at the stars.

Apparently no one told her it's January.

Cassandra sits in a booth, surrounded by a variety of objects - lots of appliances in various stages of construction or deconstrucion, spare parts, tools familiar and unfamiliar, and several toasters.

She hums as she works.