Jul. 5th, 2012 09:51 pm
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[Cassie's bedroom. You all remember what that looks like, right? Punk rock posters on the walls, riotous colors, art supplies EVERYWHERE? Take a good look while Cassie's adjusting some focus before hopping onto her bed, making her sketchbooks jump a little.]

Hey, City! I've been having visions again. Let's play 20 questions. Aaaaand GO.

[She smiles. And waits. Your move, Cityzens.]

[ooc: Cassie's not a total jerk, about sixty seconds after this broadcast starts, a zip file of various drawings will be e-mailed to the police, the X-Men, and the mayor's office. Those groups can disseminate the info as they choose. They include drawings of monsters, vampires, fights and general city chaos. Some will have locations she's been able to identify, but most won't. None have exact dates, but they're all night scenes. You're welcome.]


May. 30th, 2012 06:26 pm
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So we're back, everyone.

Come claim your tacky souvenirs.
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Finals suck.

[Private to Katurian]

Thanks for the birthday cake. It was... nice.


Mar. 9th, 2012 06:54 pm
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[The video function clicks on to show the side of Cassie's face, pale and a little frightened.]

C-can someone take me home? I think I'm back and... I really d-don't want to walk home alone.

[The video clicks off again.]


Feb. 1st, 2012 09:13 pm
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-and why are you BEEPING? I just turned you on- [There's a rattle and a few muttered curses.] Wait. Are you- shit. It's broadcasting. Um, right. [She takes a deep breath. She's had a long-ass day.]

Anyone working on this Vulcanus crap, which I guess is everyone, I have some info. It doesn't make any sense to me, but if you want it contact me. If this thing manages to work for more than an hour, Jesus Christ.

And if anyone knows how to jailbreak these things so they're not digital dog tags, I wanna talk to you, too.

[Private to Katurian... or it would be if her comm was working.]

Are you okay, Katurian? Because I could really use some help here.


Dec. 9th, 2011 05:00 pm
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[There's a long pause and the sounds of a busy street behind her before Cassie actually speaks.]

...uh, guys? Why am I in Argentina again?


Nov. 23rd, 2011 08:32 pm
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Important question: canned cranberries, fresh, or frozen? One has to go better with tofurkey than the others.

...not that I think anything can go with that, but it's not for me so I'm asking.


Oct. 23rd, 2011 06:33 pm
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[Cassie is sitting in her room, cross-legged, looking right at the camera. Her expression is falsely cheerful, belying the dark circles under her eyes. She also has several computer print-outs that she's going to use during her little notice to the network.]

Is it recording, Bot?

Yes, Mistress.

Okay, then. [She takes a deep breath.] Hey, network. Do you think this looks cute? [She holds up the first print-out.] Have you ever made one of these? [The second print-out.] Seen this in a store - [Number three.] - and decide you just had to have it? Is this - [Number four.] - your idea of politics?

Boy are you in fucking luck. Because this Halloween, for one night and maybe the last night of the world, we're all getting this. [She holds up the large drawing, pushing it forward so it fills the entire view screen. She continues to speak as she holds the image.] Congratulations, city, it's our very own Lovecraftian shit-storm.

[She drops the notebook and lets the drawing fall to the floor.] If the Porter, or whoever's planning these little holiday entertainments is taking requests, can I just say, Night of the Lepus? Because drawing giant bunnies has got to be less nightmare-inducing than this crap. Seriously.


Oct. 7th, 2011 08:08 pm
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[The camera's is perched on Cassie's shoulder so the network gets a great view of the picture she's working on. The pencil strokes are sure, but the colors are all muted. The drawing is of a man, standing with his back to the audience, his face barely in profile. You might get a glimpse of something familiar in the man's look, but it isn't obvious. It's partially intentional on Cassie's part, partially because she doesn't want to have seen what she's seen and partially because, well, she still can't get features to come out perfectly.

As she continues to draw, the background starts to take shape, sure pencil strokes revealing a city not unlike our own, just... different. Darker, more sinister.]

So, it looks like it's my day to ask the stupid questions.

[She pauses for a bit to add some blood to the man's jacket and shoes.]

You see far enough into the future for long enough, you see some really weird shit. Sometimes it's closer than you'd like it to be. So I gotta wonder, when you look into the future, what's your worst-case scenario? What's the dystopia that really freaks you out and makes you start stocking the bomb shelter? Zombie apocalypse? Alien invasion? Machines take over?

[She stops drawing and picks up the camera to turn it on herself.]

Me? Most the time, I think we're gonna screw each other over. But I'm curious. Enlighten me.

[She turns the camera off.]

[ooc: Those who know Katurian VERY well, or those that got up close and personal with the evil 2020 version, might see something a little familiar in that figure. If you only know him casually, you probably won't make the connection. Katurian, STOP GIVING CASSIE NIGHTMARES.]


Aug. 1st, 2011 01:16 am
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[The camera pans quickly over a bed strewn with piles of drawings in various shapes, sizes and mediums. Some might be recognizable in the shaky view, the city's skyline, the Liberty Bell, but others might not. The one thing they all have in common is they're all drawn in riotous colors, including people with x's for eyes and question marks by their heads sprawled over page after page, some of the drawings with holes in them from Cassie pressing into the paper too hard and tearing it.

She doesn't linger before turning the camera on her tired and worried face. She hates this part. She really does.]

Remember me, everyone? The psychic? Well, I need to talk to the police, or the FBI, or someone investigating all this Volcano, Vulcan, Vul- whatever this M.A.J.E.S.T.Y crap is.

[She closes her eyes for a minute, placing her hand to her forehead like it hurts. And that Candy DeWhatshername. I need to talk to her, too.

And, no, I don't care what time it is, I need to talk to people now.

[And the feed ends, cutting off her angry muttering.]
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So. That crisis averted. Kinda.

Um...can I get a ride home from anyone? I kinda hitched a ride to Argentina on accident and I didn't bring any cash because I didn't think the plane was going... well, here. [She stops for a moment, apparently asking someone on the street, "Hey, what city is this?"]

And here is Buenos Aires. Oops?

So, yeah, sorry about that. Scatty? Bot gave you my message, right? Psychic thing again? I swear, I didn't even realize how long I was gone, I promise I'll call next time.

[There's a long pause.]

So. Miss me?


Jun. 4th, 2011 07:41 pm
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[There's a POV shot of something running along a floor, about a foot off of the ground. It enters a laundry room and begins poking around. Quickly you see a mechanical paw, sorting through the piles of clothes. A small box appears in the corner and you can see Cassie's face in it.]

Did you find it yet? [She looks a little irritated.]

[The tinny, electronic electronic voice replies. It might even sound a little exasperated.] No, Mistress. Your skirt is not here.

It has to be, it was the last one I had that wasn't falling apart.

Perhaps its time to purchase new ones? Then you would not have more than one in case you cannot find what you are looking for.

[Her eyes roll.] Fine, fine. Do me a favor, find the closest Salvation Army or whatever, will ya? Internet map it or whatever you do.

Perhaps, Mistress, you can ask the Network while we are online?

[Pause, eyes widen.] We're what now?

Online. I thought it may be useful should we need to ask someone else where your clothing was.

Why would random people know - that's it. You. Offline. Now. We need to talk about your- [The transmission ends there.]
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[The camera opens on a POV-esque walk through a hallway. Those that have been to the home Cassie now shares with Scathach and Josh will recognize it, those very familiar with it will recognize the hallway just outside Josh's bedroom, just outside his door to be exact. You can hear MUSIC PLAYING, coming from the closed door and after a few beats a hand with multi-colored fingernails reaches out to push the door open just enough for the camera to get a good shot of his bedroom - specifically the floor-length mirror leaning against the wall.

Although Josh is safely out of camera range, his reflection in said mirror is not and the network can clearly see him... flexing. Yes, ladies and gentleman, Josh is post-shower and flexing in the mirror, looking something LIKE THIS. He's even throwing the occasional punch in between bicep curls.

...When he's not lip-syncing to the music, that is. It's the total package, people.

After a solid minute of this, the camera retreats to a safe distance, leaving the door open so the audience can appreciate the last of the teenage preening as it moves out of view, eventually heading into Cassie's room where you can see the cluttered mess of art supplies, art books and punk rock posters waiting to be hung. Swinging the camera back on herself, she rolls her eyes.]

Every night, people. And if you think that's something, you should see him before an actual DATE.


Jan. 11th, 2011 08:18 pm
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You know what, people? Tails suck. They screw up all your clothes, people sit on them when you're on the bus - when they're not pointing and laughing - and they twitch.

Twitch. The freaking thing has a mind of its own, I swear to God.

Oh! And other animals want to play with it, at least I hope they just wanted to play because if not, I'm never leaving the apartment again.

Whoever did this? I want it undone. Now.


Dec. 27th, 2010 09:35 pm
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So, um, Scathach? I should have said something sooner, but, uh, do we have any rules about pets in the apartment? Like, maybe dogs, specifically?

[There's a soft barking sound in the background.]

Shut up, you.

Okay. I will shut up now.

[There's a long pause and a sigh.]

Okay, so... maybe not a normal dog. This place is so- [The feed cuts off.]

[ooc: So The Doctor made Cassie a talking pet dog, think a cross between K-9 and Dug that looks like THIS.]


Dec. 15th, 2010 07:39 pm
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Dear World,

Bah Humbug.

Sincerely, Cassie

PS: Enjoy the holidays, people. It'll be memorable for some of you, real memorable.

[ooc: If you ever wanted the absolute truth from Cassie, here's your chance, she's been bugged. If there's anything you'd like her to have seen in her visions, as well, let me know!]


Sep. 15th, 2010 10:31 pm
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[Cassie's face fills the screen before she backs off, sitting in a chair and pulling a notebook onto her lap.]

Hello, city people. Remember me? The psychic? Well, I need you help. I need to find, this guy- [A crudely-dram picture of a man with big ears and what vaguely resembles a leather jacket is held up.] - he's called the Doctor. Just the Doctor. I don't know why so don't ask me.

[She tosses the notebook off to the side and considers saying something more.]

Nah, never mind. [She reaches over and the feed ends.]


Sep. 5th, 2010 03:16 pm
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So everyone's on about Labor Day weekend and getting out of school [there's a slight laugh, someone isn't going, ha-ha] but the real question is, where's the best cook-out happening? I mean, burgers, hot dogs, skewers of veggies, potato salad, potato chips, the whole nine yards.

C'mon, people, someone's gotta be feeding the masses tomorrow and it ain't me. Don't make me track you down...

[The tone is entirely teasing, but only partially. She's feeling a little lonely and it's time to interact with people before she goes back to skulking in the corners again.]

Oh, and Nick? When I find something, you're coming with. All work and no play...


Jul. 23rd, 2010 07:37 pm
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[The camera clicks on to Cassie's face. Her expression is somewhere between annoyed and worried, but her voice is controlled and surprisingly quiet.]

Alright, people. Let's get this out of the way. I'm Cassie. I've met some of you, but not many of you, but ALL of you need to remember my face. [Her hand comes up and she waves her hand around her face, like a game show hostess.] See? I'm easy to remember.

So if you see this face - [Motions again.] - come up to you on the street and tell you you're in danger, or not to do something, or to do something, do us all a favor and just listen, okay? I know I'm a kid, but I know what I'm talking about. Really.

If you need incentive, ask the guy that woke up in the underground funhouse, or look at this - [The camera shakes as Cassie walks into the room she was standing outside of. You can't see a face, but there's a bruised jaw, bandages on the arm, a slight snoring sound that anyone that's had a broken nose might recognize. The camera retreats and when the door is heard to close, the camera focuses again on Cassie.]

So, everyone got that? Good. [The camera cuts off, but Cassie still speaks.]

Now that that's out of the way, I need to talk to a bar owner that's missing a bouncer, and I need to know a good place to buy a lotus blossom.

[ooc: The bar owner would be Warren Worthington, but she doesn't know his name because she can't remember the name of the bar Nick's bouncing at. The underground funhouse is the one the Joker stuck Wolverine into.]


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