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[demigoddess]

[ The video shows Cassandra around the afternoon, all decked out in the armor she was given by Hercules, the only difference is this version of the young woman assumes it is her usual armor which Ares gave her. ]

Gods, this place is disorganized. I'm here for a few days and they can only get one article of my clothing in my room right? I wanna know how they got separated in the first place and why I couldn't just carry my own crap.

[ Whatever. ] I figure whichever skank ass dork on the ship lost their wardrobe, they gotta be close by, or you know, probably watching this.

If you got all of my clothes by mistake we need to swap, and I already know you don't want them, so don't even try to hide from me. [ Cassandra's not making herself seem very approachable, and she's doing an awful lot of assuming to boot. ]

In case you forgot some of the finer pieces in your wardrobe, allow me to refresh your memory. [ Or tease you mercilessly. ]

First, this fine t-shirt. [ Cassandra holds up a black t-shirt with giant white letters that read "Archaeology Rocks!" She's laughing too. ] And this is only the beginning. [ Now she's holding up a very fuzzy pink sweater. ]

I don't even think my grandma would wear this shit. Or this. [ She tosses the red sweater aside and holds up a white and denim blue striped men's button up shirt. ] Hand-me-downs from dad? Seriously.

You've got way too much pink too. [ Now she's holding up a pile of it. ] Like three Superman shirts. [ Now there's a ripped and faded classic blue red and yellow one in her hand, followed by the one Kara gave her, the one that belonged to Conner. ] And a shit ton of these lame ass archaeology convention t-shirts. Not to mention like twelve pairs of the same jeans, and I know you have to get on your back and wiggle something fierce to pull them up and button them.

[ Now she's holding up a pair of comfy pants that say "LOVE" on the butt. ] I mean, you might as well stamp the word skank on your ass permanently.

[ Whoever owns this stuff, they might not want it back now that she's finished. Luckily her other self owns this stuff so there won't be any problem. Even more lucky than that is the fact that Cassie hid the pictures she had with her mom out of shame. ]

Hey, I hope you don't mind that I went through your clothes stranger, but you had something that belonged to me so I had no choice. [ She gestures to the clothes she is wearing. She's not saying it out loud of coure, but there are a few articles she likes more than the others, a few she wouldn't mind taking. ] My name's Cassandra, currently in room 707.

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[an_abomination]

[Well, welll, well, look who it is. Wonder Girl is here with him? Her appearance here saves him a lot of trouble. He knows there stay here is temporary but maybe he can knock her out and take her with him, back to Harvest. Like some ship is going to get in his way. If he has to find the Admiral and kill him to get his full powers back, he'll do it.]

I'll take the black shirt with the Red symbol on it. I kind of have a thing for that symbol, mind if I come by and pick it up?

[demigoddess]

Yeah, I mind. [ Not really, she's just teasing. ]

Didn't anyone ever teach you the magic word.

[an_abomination]

Pretty please?

[demigoddess]

Sure. Why not? Who am I to deny the giant Superman fan of this precious t-shirt, which I'm sure they haven't made a million of already. [ Which is somewhere on the floor. ]

Spam.

[an_abomination]

[Not long after he arrives at her door. Looks back at the video feed and furrows his brows. In her files she had armor but it looks different than the armor she is currently wearing. It's close but there are noticeable differences. With his powers dampened he's not going to go in guns blazing, right now it's time to play it smart and gather more information.

Knocks on the door and waits with what he has been told is a charming grin on his face.]

Spam.

[demigoddess]

IT'S OPEN! [ She shouts from inside of the room where she is currently looking through the music contents of an iPod. ]

Spam.

[an_abomination]

[Steps into the room and gives her the once over. She looks much better in person than she does in the files, it's a shame she chose the wrong side.]

Hey. [Moves over to her and feigns interest in the iPod.] Anything good?

Spam.

[demigoddess]

Eh. Nothing worth listening to. [ She drops the music player on the bed and looks up at the man. ]

You're here for that Superman shirt? [ Standing up she moves over to a pile of clothes and crouches down next to it, digging through for the black t-shirt. ]

Here you go. [ Whipping out the t-shirt, Cassandra hands it to him. ]

You know? She never did show up for her stuff. So if there's anything else you see, feel free.

Spam.

[an_abomination]

Thanks.

[No recognition on her part at all, which means he's been doing his job well. Takes the shirt with one hand and removes his shirt with the other. He peels off his containment shirt along with his normal shirt. If she sees that he has a symbol that matches the shirt gave him, she'll have questions.

Sure, he doesn't have to remove his shirt in the first place but he wants to catch her interest so he'll have an easier time getting information out of her. Puts the shirt on and takes a look down.]

Look at that, a perfect fit.

Spam.

[demigoddess]

[ And notice she does. How can she not when the man's stripping right next to her? Cassandra can appreciate a nice body, but she's not exactly swooning, just staring. ]

Yeah, how about that.

[ And still staring. ] You planning on staying a while or is there something I can help you with?

Spam.

[an_abomination]

[A small smirk tugs at his lips as several responses to her question flicker through his head. If he was at full power, this would be the perfect time to knock her flat on her back. Once he catches her off guard, he can use her lasso on her via his t.k. If it still works like it does back home, then he she go out like a light.]

I don't have much else going on and I'm not one to turn down company, especially attractive company. Unless you've got somewhere else you need to be?

Spam.

[demigoddess]

[ Cue the eye roll in response to his words. ] No, I'm just hanging out, going through some stuff. [ She looks at her nails with a bored expression. ] Maybe get something to eat later. [ Shrug. ]

Spam.

[an_abomination]

And here I thought you'd suggest something more exciting, given your armor. [Gives it another look over.] What's up with the armor? It's not every day you see someone in armor that looks like it's straight out of a Greek Mythology epic.

Spam.

[demigoddess]

If there was anyone on this ship interesting enough to fight maybe I would. [ She laughs at that. ] And the armor is what I wear. There's nothing "up with" it.

Spam.

[an_abomination]

Maybe where you come from armor like that is common place but most girls I know opt for a shirt and jeans and call it good. [Shrugs his shoulders.] It's a good look for you, though. So good I don't think too many people are going to want to risk fighting with you.

Spam.

[demigoddess]

Look. Is there something you want? I'm not really buying the flattery.

Spam.

[an_abomination]

Here I was trying to play nice, have it your way. [He might not have all of his strength back but with any luck her lasso won't be lacking it's usual abilities. Suddenly her lasso is being lifted up and curling around her neck.]

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[surfaceshine]

[On a busier day, he may not have noticed; or maybe on a better day, he might have noticed sooner. Either way, up on level four where Dean has been sequestering himself - especially once he learned there was a flood on - the hunter curses when he straightens up from shoving his clothing duffel back under his bed and the bronze amulet swings into his chest... and burns.]

Sonnuvabitch - really? Really? This week hasn't been fucktastic enough? [Dean grabs his Colt off the desk on his way by; he'll curse himself for being too stupid, too trusting, to even bother checking on his inmate to make sure he wasn't some murdering psychopath for the next couple of days. Right now he needs to get to wherever this thing takes him - he bolts into the hallway, slamming his door closed behind him.]

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[demigoddess]

Huge mistake ass-- [ Cassie is cut off by the quick tightening of the lariat around her neck. She doesn't understand how he can do this, and at this point, doesn't really care.

Her smile is twisted, and her laugh barely choked out, but they aren't real. The only indicator as to how she's actually feeling is the lariat itself which begins glowing a bright yellow when she slips the tips of her three middle fingers under the rope in an attempt to loosen it.

She's not furious, but she's getting there. ]

Spam

[an_abomination]

Ah, ah, ah. That's not very becoming language for a young lady to be using. [Now that he has it snaked around her neck he can apply more pressure. Clenches his fists and the lariat tightens around her neck, probably leaving angry red marks on her neck.]

I'm probably one of the few people who is glad you're wearing armor. [Earlier he had discovered it was a literal pain for him to use his powers on people on this ship. However, he could still touch objects just fine and her armor gave him plenty to work with. Lifts up her armor and throws it into the wall, tossing her against the wall as well.]

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[demigoddess]

[ The marks are red and burning, but it's nothing, and not a trace of the pain is visible in her body language. All she knows right now is that this dude is dead meat. And she's going to get to the pummeling right after she's done with the wall, but at least it's still standing.

With the lariat loosening around her neck, Cassandra whips it back to her side and jumps off the wall like a bullet with both of her fists aiming below his sternum to knock him through the closet door behind him. She ignores the pieces of the door still falling on her back when she digs her knee over his stomach and aims a punch at his face. ] Maybe this will shut you up.

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[an_abomination]

Geh!

[Sails through the air and goes crashing into the closet. Not only does he has door debris spilling over him but his face just had a fist slammed into it. Coughs up some blood and saliva when she knees him in the stomach.]

You're going to regret that!

[If he had his full powers, he'd rip up the floor and throw it at her. For now he'll have to improvise. Rips the clothing rack pole out of the closet and then he begins to crack her upside the head with it with. He might not be able to touch her with his powers but he can grab an object and channel the force of his t.k. into it.]

Spam

[surfaceshine]

[The amulet gets him to the right floor; the sounds of a fight get him to the right room. Holy christ, it sounds like they're killing each other in there, and his warden item is a not-quite-comfortable warm spot where it's laying against his chest on top of his shirt. Dean clicks the safety off on his Colt, lingers for a moment to try to figure out how many people are in there and where in the room they are, and then does not hesitate to lean back and kick the door in on its frame. He slides into the room gun-first, ready and wary, his voice a bark of sound over the noises fo the fight.]

Kon! [A moment later he's in full view of the fight and, seeing that at the very least Superboy is giving as good as he's getting and not a lot else, he recognizes the woman, too. He doesn't aim at either of them specifically, pointing it back and forth in its own silent warning.] Stand down!

[demigoddess]

[ She keeps him pinned with all of her strength, at least all she can use without breaking anything.

The first time he hits her upside the head she laughs despite the pain. The third time she just snatches it. ] You know? A guy once broke a wooden bat called the Brooklyn Crusher over by back. Did you know that it didn't even leave a bru--

[ Eyes ablaze, nostrils flaring, she whips her head to look at the uninvited guest. ]

Back off, he's mine.

[an_abomination]

That would almost be hot if you weren't such a bitch. [Or trying to kill him. Try as he might, now that she's using her full strength he's able to break free from her. Not to mention without his invulnerability her grip on his arms and shoulders is leaving several bruises.

His gaze drifts over to Dean, who is currently distracting Cassie.]

Let's see how your lariat works! [There's no way he'll be able to pry it out of her hand but he can still control the end she's not holding onto. Lifts it up and whips it across her face. Either this is going to work or he's about to be in a world of pain.]