25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Afternoon

[on_her_korhal]

She had explosion-proofed, people-proofed and squirrel-proofed making everything happening in that particular room NFB the blocked-off bedroom, which she had started mentally referring to as her command centre already. Work was almost finished on the basics: Kerrigan had already begun calibrating scanners to alert her if the Warp Gate reopened. At this rate, in a few weeks, she could get started on communications.

And then she'd had the stellar idea of using one of the - antique - computers she'd installed to work on next week's class. Tamper with the sim plans a little, remember her own path on her first mission on Antiga, project a few things... That had lasted about ten minutes before she marched out of the room, pulled three beers out of the fridge, and collapsed on the couch.

Two weeks was just not long enough to forget Antiga Prime.

She started drinking before she did something stupid like wonder if she ever would.

"Ghosts never stop thinking, Mike. Biggest truth I've ever told. Like it matters." Because thin air and empty space made for great conversationalists. "Heh." At least being alone meant her mind wasn't serving up any extra background chatter.

[ open if you want to deal with the totallynot!emo; yay extended canon! ]

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[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra was still exploring Fandom, and part of that obviously meant wandering into random houses. Well, perhaps not into them, but at least around them. Through yards, across a roof or two, just getting a feel for the place.

Which was bound, eventually, to bring her to a certain house on Unicorn Street. Number 25, in fact. Which was a house that sort of stood out. There were a lot of laser sensors set up around the perimieter, and Cass took that as a challenge.

A short running start and a comlicated acrobatic maneuver later, Cassandra was on the other side of the perimeter without hitting a single beam. Of course she was standing right on top of one of the buried pressure sensors in the yard, so other than looking impressive her little maneuver hadn't accomplished much.

She looked around curiously, still thinking she was undetected.