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logsville2021-04-06 02:38 am
feudalladyshandmaid) wrote in logsville2021-04-06 02:38 am
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So far she's holding steady [Open]
Who: Cassandra and YOU
When: Throughout April
Where: Around town!
What: Experiencing the swaps, trying to survive.
Warnings: Nothing!
[A: Spring cleeeeaaaning | OPEN]
[Cleaning as an activity is second nature to Cass. You clean enough castle halls, armories, and horse stables in your time and you pick up a knack for it even if you're not a natural. And Cass certainly wasn't when she started, but the kills were handily, and surprisingly, applicable for suburban life.
All around the Smiths residence, she's busily seeing to various tasks; mopping, testing the mysterious vacuum she'd seen in the store a few weeks back, sharpening the knives, even brushing down her favorite little Owl.
Yard care is.... a different beast entirely. Especially when she's just stepping out there, only for a neighbor kid to rip through, water hose spraying wildly. On the house, the lawn, and on Cass.]
Guh! Hey! Give me that!
[She goes without thinking, snatching the hose from the kid's hands - who, to their part, looks at least convincingly taken aback by the action... But their parent, watching from just behind the fence, does not.
"Is everything alright?" the mother asks, without so much as a single falter in her smile.]
Oh- No, it's fine. I was just... I didn't want anyone to get hurt?
[Put on the spot, scrambling to save face. That's hard enough when you're not soaking wet.]
[B: This is not my beautiful bed | OPEN]
[Occasionally, Cassandra' eyes open, and things are... different.
Minute differences that she doesn't catch through the haze of sleep she's still wiping from her eyes. Different photos, different furniture. Things that only become apparent in a moment, as Cassandra finally takes in the surroundings of her shared bedroom.
Or, rather, someone's bedroom. Because it certainly isn't hers. It doesn't feel like it, something in her bones tells her, an intuition.
...And, of course, there's the possibility that her "husband" is there, to which he'll recieve... a raised eyebrow.]
Okay, pretty sure I already did this.
[At least for children, Cassandra's more receptive to at least making the best of a confusing situation. Especially if she so happened to step through one door and end up in a house several streets away.]
...Sorry. Just passing through.
[As she steps out of a coat closet.]
[C: This is not my beautiful wife | locked to Archer]
[And then there's this asshole.
With how much time Cass had been spending popping around the neighborhood - unintentionally, of course - it was probably only a matter of time before she woke up in the house of Archer... with Rapunzel nowhere to be seen, of course. She was probably off somewhere, dealing with this strange "glitch" in her own way. That was good.
Although, that left behind... Archer.]
Ugh, Erwin...?
[And that would be Cass, early in the morning, throwing the sheets off her double bed with a long-suffering sigh and rising to check whether she was finally in the right house... No dice. Which means it's a great time for abject frustration to shine through.]
Oh, come on!
[D: Wildcard]
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When: Throughout April
Where: Around town!
What: Experiencing the swaps, trying to survive.
Warnings: Nothing!
[A: Spring cleeeeaaaning | OPEN]
[Cleaning as an activity is second nature to Cass. You clean enough castle halls, armories, and horse stables in your time and you pick up a knack for it even if you're not a natural. And Cass certainly wasn't when she started, but the kills were handily, and surprisingly, applicable for suburban life.
All around the Smiths residence, she's busily seeing to various tasks; mopping, testing the mysterious vacuum she'd seen in the store a few weeks back, sharpening the knives, even brushing down her favorite little Owl.
Yard care is.... a different beast entirely. Especially when she's just stepping out there, only for a neighbor kid to rip through, water hose spraying wildly. On the house, the lawn, and on Cass.]
Guh! Hey! Give me that!
[She goes without thinking, snatching the hose from the kid's hands - who, to their part, looks at least convincingly taken aback by the action... But their parent, watching from just behind the fence, does not.
"Is everything alright?" the mother asks, without so much as a single falter in her smile.]
Oh- No, it's fine. I was just... I didn't want anyone to get hurt?
[Put on the spot, scrambling to save face. That's hard enough when you're not soaking wet.]
[B: This is not my beautiful bed | OPEN]
[Occasionally, Cassandra' eyes open, and things are... different.
Minute differences that she doesn't catch through the haze of sleep she's still wiping from her eyes. Different photos, different furniture. Things that only become apparent in a moment, as Cassandra finally takes in the surroundings of her shared bedroom.
Or, rather, someone's bedroom. Because it certainly isn't hers. It doesn't feel like it, something in her bones tells her, an intuition.
...And, of course, there's the possibility that her "husband" is there, to which he'll recieve... a raised eyebrow.]
Okay, pretty sure I already did this.
[At least for children, Cassandra's more receptive to at least making the best of a confusing situation. Especially if she so happened to step through one door and end up in a house several streets away.]
...Sorry. Just passing through.
[As she steps out of a coat closet.]
[C: This is not my beautiful wife | locked to Archer]
[And then there's this asshole.
With how much time Cass had been spending popping around the neighborhood - unintentionally, of course - it was probably only a matter of time before she woke up in the house of Archer... with Rapunzel nowhere to be seen, of course. She was probably off somewhere, dealing with this strange "glitch" in her own way. That was good.
Although, that left behind... Archer.]
Ugh, Erwin...?
[And that would be Cass, early in the morning, throwing the sheets off her double bed with a long-suffering sigh and rising to check whether she was finally in the right house... No dice. Which means it's a great time for abject frustration to shine through.]
Oh, come on!
[D: Wildcard]
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