Mask or Menace IC contact

[crassidy]

"Probably out gettin' shit faced! I'll get back to yez."

Comments

text; immediately after Baal’s network post

[grandtheftequine]

hey so who’s your dealer? unless it’s all strange men behind fast food places for you
mine apparently went and got his ass killed 🙄

text;

[crassidy]

lol m8 i got so many
got some good shite off that buff lad. the import. looks like a jock in literally every high school movie ever. i feckin forget his name
then theres micky in MF. i'll send u his number. he does pricy shite but its bleedin worth it
oh and jimmy in heropa. his shite is nasty but strong nd cheap. careful ther i think lotta folk od on it but u got them fancy nanothings right??

courier;

[grandtheftequine]

Sometime toward the end of August, Cassidy will find an elegantly arranged gift basket hand-delivered to him by courier, regardless of what couch or crack house he's passed out in. Within is a tasteful array of artisan snacks and candies; a fine bottle of wine or liquor, or perhaps some gourmet coffee instead; a piece of handcrafted jewelry or small piece of art; and a black leather envelope clutch containing vouchers for various high end restaurants, theaters, entertainment venues, and spas around Maurtia Falls. In fact, everything down to the very basket itself seem to have been manufactured in Maurtia Falls.

A handwritten card accompanies the gifts. It reads:

"Maurtia Falls deserves to be celebrated for the incredible achievements it is already home to. If you believe that imPorts should play our part in elevating one of our Porter cities beyond its reputation, then Logan Delos is the ambassadorial candidate most deserving of your vote."

It's finished with Logan's scrawling signature, and contact information for his campaign, should anyone want to get in touch with him.

Curiously enough, Cassidy will also find a Magic 8-Ball in-box, which sticks out somewhat amongst the rest of the gifts in the basket. Should Cassidy further investigate, he'll find there's an eight ball of coke cleverly hidden in the packaging.

text;

[crassidy]

[Cassidy barely gives a shit about half the contents presented, but the booze is useful and the cocaine is pretty much the best gift he could ever receive. Might keep the vouchers too, come to think of it... he deserves a massage.

Logan at least deserves a thank you.]

feckin spot on m8. i love a good bribe

[herrstory]

You are still alive after that whole thing in De Chima, I take it?

[ Guess who's checking up.......a month later. ]

[crassidy]

[It's the thought that counts.]

aw r u worried about me?

early Sept -- text.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You prefer text, yes?

text.

[crassidy]

depends wat its for, m8. cheeky rp?

early September -- voicemail.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[In an unusually clipped tone of voice:]

Cassidy. I thought I should check in. I know I interrupted something between you and Starr.

eventually returning the call an hour later

[crassidy]

[Slightly slurred, but well hidden behind that accent.]

That was you who called him, eh?

action

[notgood]

[The office as the look of someone who's going for ornate, but on a budget. He's not exactly a celebrity lawyer yet, and he's been making a lot of payments lately with his new condo, even if the lawyer space itself was assisted by Mayor Baelish. Eventually, the false wood furniture and slightly peeling wallpaper will be stripped away for genuine antiques and painted walls. But for now...

This is what he and David have. And for now, he's the one who opens the door to greet people. Hopefully, a job that Cassidy takes over, should he be hired.]

I see you managed to wear a complete outfit. Thanks for making the effort.

action

[crassidy]

[Cassidy is sort of on time, give or take ten minutes, and honestly that's a damn miracle in itself, as is the fact he's managed to wear appropriate clothing to an interview. Well, sort of appropriate, in the sense they don't look like he's just fished them out the bottom of a trash bag, but they're still an interesting stylistic choice for a law firm. Here he be with an old pair of irish brogues, too-short and nearly skin tight jeans with no socks, a totally fancy unicorn tee, and a garish jacket to top it all off. He tried is the message to take away from this.]

Alright there, mate?

[A lopsided, toothy grin as he tucks his folded umbrella under an arm and removes his sunglasses, stepping within the office and sparing a cursory look around with glazed eyes.]

Nice wallpaper, there, interesting style choice.

middling September -- office session.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Another schedule session, this one more concretely in motion between Chilton and his patient. Cassidy had been willing to see him, at least, and at a usual routine. So when Chilton opened the door to his office for him, it was with a crooked little smirk.]

You're here for a prescription.

[He knew this game.]

[crassidy]

[Therapy was a very loose term as far as Cassidy and his intentions went. He was here for easy access to some powerful drugs and was comfortable obtaining them by virtually any peaceful means. After all, every doctor had their price.]

How are yeh, doc? Bought us a little somethin'.

[He raises a bottle of aged whiskey as promised, open but with only a few mouthfuls gone by the looks of it. With his own sly little grin he invites himself into the office, eyes roaming as he opts to perch on the edge of Chilton's desk of all places. Cassidy doesn't quite fit in no matter where he is in the room, contrasting the fine interior with ripped jeans, battered leather jacket and old skater shoes held together with duct tape. By his standards it's relatively normal looking, at least, but hardly high society.]

text

[calloused]

[ truth be told, this message was a long time coming. pulling a werewolf out of his hunt is a pretty brave thing to do, and derek's been meaning to sniff this guy out for a while now to see how much of a threat he might be. in a way, it's a good thing that derek's actually been instructed to get to know cassidy - thanks, tate - because it means he can't just ignore what happened back in de chima. no, derek has to be tactical if he wants to find out this dude's deal. gotta be subtle. polite. friendly. eloquent. ]

I need to talk to you.

[ no greetings, no introductions. so far so gOOD ]

text

[crassidy]

[And here's Cassidy, just not quite sure what's ever going on at any point in his life, but especially when it comes to werewolf stuff. He's honestly just tried not to think about it until he's reminded by this text.]

wats up?

[flowerette]

So what are you up to?

[crassidy]

just smokd a bowl. so now...
nothin
wats on ur mind luv?

[crassidy]

[Cassidy's been there for a while already, downing shots and getting to know some of the regulars. He doesn't really think to keep an eye out for Tate and loses track of time thanks to his terrible time keeping skills, but the text prompts him to perk up and peer around. It's not as easy as it should be to find a young looking lad with messy blond hair in this place, but eventually he catches sight of him among the crowds.

He does his best to get in behind him, trying to jab two fingers into Tate's side as he snarls out the worst American accent in history.]

Freeze! It's the drugs police. [Aaaand he's already snickering, because he's got the maturity of a twelve year old apparently.]

text. the middle of the night.

[youresovein]

Do you play any instruments?

[crassidy]

i can play evry instrument on rock it on expert!

[nightmarist]

busy?

[crassidy]

literally never. wats the story lad?

voice

[killtime]

[ It's like 1 AM, crickets chirping in the background — somebody ain't sleepin', so clearly that means calling up ol' Cass and shooting the shit: ]

Hey, question.

voice

[crassidy]

[No better person to call at night than a nocturnal creature.]

Shoot, gorgeous.

text;

[hampire]

What are you up to, love?

text;

[crassidy]

chillin maxin relaxin all cool
wat u need, hot stuff?

[youresovein]

What are you doing right this second?

[crassidy]

pcp. u?

Action;

[hampire]

[A night or so after their last not-so-pleasant text conversation, Eccarius stops by Maurtia Falls #002 to pick up his clothes, half-hoping to see Cassidy, half-hoping to avoid him altogether; it's hard to know which. He's able to walk into the house and make it to his room without running into anyone; it's late enough that normal people will be asleep and if they're not so normal they'll probably be out.

He doesn't have all that much to pack (even less as it seems like there's a few things missing?) so it doesn't take long to simply stuff everything into a duffle bag, which he's currently doing, door slightly ajar.]

Action;

[crassidy]

[Cassidy doesn't exactly pay much attention to the goings on in the house usually, there's enough of them living there that people come and go all the time. It's the rustling around coming from Eccarius' bedroom that catches his attention, brows furrowing curiously as he melts off the couch and stalks over to the noise.

There's no attempt at hiding his arrival, just leaning heavily against the door frame as he pushes the door open a little further with a base foot. One of those missing items is being worn by Cass right now, a shirt he usually dubs as a "pirate shirt" currently showing off half his chest and covered in a few cigarette burns and stinking of weed.]

Sneakin' off, are yeh?

text

[bloodprayer]

[ since moving in, Michael's been a pretty sweet, quiet kid. he likes to hang out with his roommates, Cass especially (when Cass is actually home/awake to hang out with), even when "hanging out" just means reading quietly in the same room as someone while they fuck around on their laptops or watch tv. he likes cleaning people's rooms and doing their chores, bringing them snacks and booze every now and then just so he can get that little burst of excitement when they thank him for being useful. he just likes being liked, and he just likes being around.

when michael gets home today, it's very sixth-grader-got-broken-up-with-on-the-same-day-he-was-picked-last-for-gym-class. he stomps through the main hall, teary-eyed and red-faced, and if someone asks him what's wrong, he very dramatically snaps and tells them to shut up and leave him alone. he gets to his bedroom, he slams the door, and once he's locked it, he refuses to come out. he plays his shitty music very, very loudly.

he's still awake at 3am, and he hasn't been out of his room since about 5pm, so this has been going on for A Fucking While. he's mostly worked off whatever energy is fucking him up, and now he just feels shy and awkward and guilty over his behaviour, and while he's too much of a chickenshit to actually leave his room and apologize, he can at least send a text. ]

i'm sorry for being loud

text

[crassidy]

[Cass isn't entirely used to dealing with teens, absent father that he is. Everything he's learned about the perils of a modern teen life have been from shitty movies, teen shows and MTV, which may or may not be great sources of information. It's not often he gets to experience a full on teenage tantrum first hand, but the dramatic snapping, door slamming and loud music are... well sort of entertaining, honestly. He's used to being the one acting like an immature little shit, not experiencing it from others, so it's a nice change of pace.

Honestly, Tulip's anger outbursts have been enough to teach him in recent times to let it be, wait it out, and check up later, so even with the thumping music, he seems happy to just carry on staring vacantly at the TV and leaving the kid to his frustrations. He heads out for a few hours for supplies and several drinks, but by the time Michael texts him, he's sprawled on the couch, watching shitty reality shows and smoking a strong as hell joint.]

dosnt bother me none. couldve put sme better tunes on tho lol
hard day at teh office boyo?

DROP-OFF.

[melodramagic]

[ This morning Cassidy will find one (1) small box of homemade chocolates delivered to the mailbox. It's addressed to him specifically, with a little note attached that reads:

Happy Valentine's Day, Cassidy!
Sabrina Spellman

Enjoy! ]

text; later that day

[crassidy]

aw luv ur so sweet! 😍
dont event remembr the last time i got a vday gift

valentine's day!!!! or some time thereof!

[pillz]

[kavinsky knows where cassidy lives, because cassidy sometimes throws house parties and is generally careless with matters of personal security. it's probably why they met at all, assuming that looking both ways when you cross the street counts as a matter of personal security.

kavinsky knocks on the door.

through the peephole, or vampire supersenses, or whatever cassidy is using to determine who's on the other side if he's doing so at all, kavinsky is dressed per his norm lately. boat shoes, slacks, a polo shirt under a blazer. very preppy; a far cry from how he was years ago, but not perfect. a faint dishevelment about the sit of his trousers on his hips, a whisky stain-- recently blotted-- on the collar of his shirt. he's cleaned up, in the past few years. but tonight, he isn't exactly sober.

he's holding a box.]

Caa-ssidy, [he calls out.] Come out. I got you a present.

[crassidy]

[Cassidy isn't in the slightest bit concerned with surprise guests showing up at his door step, there's certainly little risk to his own life, and every one of his housemates are more likely to tear any intruder or aggressor a new asshole than fall victim.

It's why he staggers to the door without a care, barely peering through the peephole before swinging the door open widely to Kay. If the call for him has meant to sound at all disturbing, it sure hasn't disturbed this vampire who appears all too glad for the company.

He stands before Kavinsky as a grinning idiot, reeking of weed and decked out in a crop top and sweat pants that barely stay on his waist. Appropriate lounge wear, but it could also be appropriate dining wear as far as Cass is concerned.]

Aw, lad, you shouldn't have. Is it a puppy?

[h2no]

[it's quite late and archie has made a terrible choice. he decided to do the stupid aegis thing and get involved with a metahuman who was causing trouble instead of just calling whoever was on duty. him and his team are pretty used to the song and dance by now, so it's not hard, but the guy gets one last kick on him as he's being arrested.

this means archie gets to make a really cool if painful entrance to the bar cassidy is in! he busts through the door backwards and falls onto his back.]

Fuck.

[smooth.]

Who wants to get me a whiskey, huh?

[crassidy]

[Sure is a pretty dull evening at the bar until a certain someone bursts through the door. Cassidy's been stuck talking the ear off the bartender because everyone else is avoiding his sorry ass, but now he's got the distraction of a fellow imPort.]

Quite the entrance there, fella, I'll buy yeh one for that alone.

[A grin as he turns on his bar stool to watch Archie, leaning back on the bartop with an elbow and swigging at his own glass of whiskey.]

text;

[hellogoodhigh]

feel like i need to give u a heads up
so um, 5/6 of my siblings are apparently in universe and one of them lives with u
you may be meeting way more of my family than originally intended i'm sorry in advance

text;

[crassidy]

y tf r there so many of u? were ur parents cathlic??
also ur heads up r a lil on the slow side fella

text

[psychophilia]

whend we adopt a paint by numbers family

[crassidy]

lmao!
r mistake was inviting one to teh house. maybe there like ants u no? once 1 get in the house they all show up

wanders in 2 weeks late with irish coffee (backdated to 6/9)

[psychophilia]

[This difference a couple of hours can make. And not just the going back to the real world, forgetting everything, then showing up here again. That was a bitch on its own. And not dying- been there, done that, this time was just as stupid. But what she'd found at home? It was too bad Starr was gone. She'd have liked to have his balls for a hat before heading back to the shared house.

Things as they were, all she could do was just head in and start barging into rooms, looking for Cassidy.]

accepted

[crassidy]

[It shouldn't come as a huge surprise that Cass is sprawled out in pj bottoms and a robe with a bottle of whiskey in hand when Tulip starts her barging, he's in his own room for once, reading some trashy local comic when the door swings open.

He doesn't even protest, just slides fluidly out of bed and too his feet, bottle still in hand as he stares with a furrowed brow.]

T-Tulip? You okay, love? [Not bothering to ask where the shit she's been just yet. It's Tulip, sometimes she just disappears for a while, that's a thing that just happens.]

text, 2:10 am

[youresovein]

I cannot overstate how deeply I resent the flavor of Axe Body Spray.

text;

[crassidy]

lol! then u shouldnt be biting neck beards m8

text (even though we're both technically not tagging right now NOBODY CAN STOP ME)

[leatherboots]

[ this delightful cretin hasn't been Around much, mostly because he's been portalling his way across continental Europe hunting for somewhere that... doesn't seem to exist?? It's confusing. He's annoyed. But that doesn't stop him from sending Cassidy a (very bad, very blurry, generally terrible) selfie that only just about manages to capture his face against a backdrop of a grosser part of industrial Munich. ]

So it seems someone's stolen my home country AND most of the taverns in Munich. Unbelievably rude on both accounts.

[crassidy]

holy shite wat u doing over there m8??