[ Cassandra is in a very certain mood; she feels like her brain was sitting in a car that just abruptly hit a brick wall. In the last two weeks she's dealt with the fake gods, with at least one friend dying, with realizing who Woden is (she trusted him the absolute fuck), and then with this abrupt move, the kind of thing she'd meant to do for a while and now felt she had to.
She hadn't accumulated much since she got here; she was never the type for fancy furniture and needless accessories. That doesn't change that it's all still boxed up, and when Rex knocks she's sitting at the kitchen table doing...nothing at all. Suddenly she couldn't think about anything. And it was the worst kind of feeling, knowing you should be doing something and feeling like you can't even get up.
Luckily Rex's knock breaks her out of the stupor- though his sudden entrance makes her more frantic than pleasantly surprised. She rushes to the door and opens it up somewhat breathlessly, in the kind of way that someone who's barely processed what's happening moves. ]
What's going on? [ She says, utterly serious, her eyes not noticing the liquor until she's done speaking. ]
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She hadn't accumulated much since she got here; she was never the type for fancy furniture and needless accessories. That doesn't change that it's all still boxed up, and when Rex knocks she's sitting at the kitchen table doing...nothing at all. Suddenly she couldn't think about anything. And it was the worst kind of feeling, knowing you should be doing something and feeling like you can't even get up.
Luckily Rex's knock breaks her out of the stupor- though his sudden entrance makes her more frantic than pleasantly surprised. She rushes to the door and opens it up somewhat breathlessly, in the kind of way that someone who's barely processed what's happening moves. ]
What's going on? [ She says, utterly serious, her eyes not noticing the liquor until she's done speaking. ]