taxonomites | [Location: Sanctuary/Visual] It's not fair!

Okay. It'd been way too fucking long since Cassie got to see her idkmybffBilly and after the crazy shit she'd gone through in the past couple weeks, she was intent on changing that. She wasn't at 100% after her 'run in' with John, but she was better. Cassie dressed 'warmly' and made her way to the nearest tram station. Cassie had a good feeling that Billy was going to be at the Sanctuary, tinkering away with something, so she decided to surprise him. On the tram ride, Cassie tapped her booted toes against the floor, watching out the window. There were soft murmurs coming from the extras, their version of talking.

When the tram reached the station nearest the Sanctuary, Cassie hopped off, glad to be leaving the tram. As long as the extras had been around, they were still creepy as fuck. Cassie entered the Sanctuary, making her way up the stairs to the floor Billy's room was on, humming a few bars of an AC/DC song that she hadn't heard in forever. Reaching the door, Cassie knocked on it a couple times, before announcing, in her cheeriest voice, "Billyyyyyy, I've come to hang out! Let's hatch a pizza and watch crappy Sci-Fi movies!"

Cassie waited a few moments before knocking again. "You better not be asleep in there, ya ass. It's almost four in the afternoon!" A pit, dark and cold began growing in her stomach. Cassie placed her hand on the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open. What she saw made her heart drop the handful of floors to the lobby. In an extreme contrast to Billy's usual genius mess, the room was completely clean. Like it'd never been used. Did he move without telling her? Cassie pulled her tablet from her hoodie pocket, scrolling for Billy's name on the contact list. But she couldn't find it. "...the hellassballs?" Cassie muttered, frowning a little. She switched over to the map function, searching for Billy's dot. After looking the map over three times, realization began to dawn on her.

"Oh, no. Oh, fuck no," Cassie whispered hoarsely, her grip tightening on the tablet, causing it to switch to the visual function without her knowledge. "No, no, no, nononono. He can't be gone. He fucking can't. No!" Cassie's rambling rose in volume and pitch as it continued. She let off an almost banshee-like shriek and turned, throwing the tablet across the room. The tablet recorded a shot of the ceiling for several minutes as the sound of Cassie tearing apart the room in her despair and frustration was heard. Her distraught denial being vocalized with numerous curse words, her shouting 'no', over and over again, and sobbing.

The sounds slowed to a stop and Cassie knelt in the middle of the room, her face in her hands. Her side ached where John had stabbed her, having aggravated the injury in her temper tantrum. But it didn't hurt nearly as much as the big, empty pit in her chest. "Fucking god, no....."

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"I guess so, yeah," Cassie nodded at Sookie. Fucking. Weird.

Cassie looked to Godric at his question, feeling like she'd been punched in the gut. She still felt god-fucking-awful for what she'd said.

And Sookie had actually been baking it. Not just hatching it like Cassie would have done in Sookie's shoes. Was this chick for real? Not that Cassie wasn't thankful for that. She'd not had a homemade cake since...god, her sixteenth birthday.

A last look at Sookie, then Eric shrugged silently. The unspoken whatever was obvious as could be without installing a blinking neon sign.

He turned back to face forward, putting his feet up on the coffee table. The entire show of nonchalance was rather convincing, minus the fact that Eric was still holding onto Godric's sleeve like a frightened child.

Godric nodded at Sookie gratefully, trusting that she knew what she was doing. "Then by all means, the kitchen is yours. I believe Eric and I have some things to discuss." Specifically, he had to reassure Eric that he wasn't going anywhere voluntarily.

Yes, Cassie, Sookie is for real. And yes, Eric, Sookie's noticed the fact you're clinging to Godric's sleeve. She actually finds it endearing. Good for you.

The telepath offers smiles to all three and a nod to Godric's suggestion. "Then us gals'll leave you boys to it, Godric." A gesture to the kitchen door, "After you, sweetie."

Cassie nodded, taking a moment to cast one last glance towards the couch, to the shorter of the vampires, stomach sinking a little more.

She turned, heading into the kitchen, the smell of the cake baking filling her nostrils. Mmm. Smelled good. Cassie crossed over to counter, leaning against it, wiping at her cheeks again absently. "Thanks for this."

"Of course," Sookie tells her, bustling about a little more, tidying up dishes she'd used and sorting things out. The cake is cooling, a gorgeous golden color crowned and filled with a thick chocolate fudge frosting.

"The promised beater." She held out one of the two beaters from the electric mixer, coated in some more of the chocolate frosting. "And you can have the bowl, too." One of the mixing bowls still had a thin layer of chocolate clinging to the insides. "And then cake. I'm going to make the cocoa."

Mutual loneliness could easily provide the basis for a new friendship -- it isn't as though Sookie is swimming with friends here in Taxon.

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