[Holo] Cassie Hack: Heartless Pillow Murderer

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Cassie was not a happy camper. After having that sort-of argument with Dean which ended up with her saying 'fuck it' and bailing, she was in a bad mood. Add that to her even worse mood because she hadn't gotten to kill anything for about six weeks. Add that to her supremely pissed off mood due to the fact she has no idea where Vlad is and if he's okay. The slasher slayer was seven different kinds of angry.

With a bag of weapons slung over her shoulder, Cassie entered one of the rooms on the second floor of the Sanctuary. Dropping the bag to the couch, she proceeded to strip down to a pair of lacy black boyshorts and a matching bra. Ever since she found out she could hatch all the clothes she wanted, she made a conscious decision to get some quality underpants. Fuck shopping in the 99 cent store.

Tossing her clothes onto the bed, she yanked the two pillows out from beneath the covers, squishing them around so they sort of resembled torsos. She set one on the corner of the bed, then moved to put the other one in the center of the floor. Noting that her tablet was still attached to her cuff, she separated them, then tossed the tablet onto the dresser, bumping it against a lamp that sat on top, activating the hologram function.

Crossing the floor to her bag of sharp and pointies, she pulled out a twelve inch knife that was streamline, good for throwing, and an eight incher. She held the foot long loosely in her hand as she launched herself at the bed, 'tackling' the pillow there, rolling with it and bringing the eight inch blade down into the pillow repeatedly. Soon enough, there was a mess of feathers covering the bed and her thighs as she knelt on the bed. She stood, looking down to the pillow she'd left on the floor. Her eyes narrowed and she flung the twelve inch blade at the pillow, impaling it with ease, accompanied by a soft *thunk* as the knife imbedded in the wooden floor.

A small smirk crossed Cassie's face at the sound. It fell after a moment and she sighed, shoulders slumping.

"Fuck."

010 [Location: Daniel's House] Happy Birthday?

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Vala had long since abandoned her less than valiant domestic goddess attempts for Daniel's birthday. She was hardly going to impress Daniel with bread that was as dense as a rock and seafood paella that was... well the bottom of it seemed to have become one with the pan. How the hell anybody is supposed to do all that and manage to look glamorous at the same time is beyond her.

The majority of the food has been slung in the trash, Daniel's kitchen looks like the contents of the fridge exploded in there and the paella/pan mutant thing has been flung out of the back door in aggravation.

In lieu of her own cooking, she's going for cheat mode instead - hatched haute cuisine - which Daniel doesn't need to know about. She just needs to get this mess cleaned up and make herself look beautiful again, a dress without paella down the front would probably be preferable.

The table is set, candles ready to be lit, hatched food will only take seconds, so she opts for the change of clothes and sorting out her rollers and hair first, then she'll come back and tackle the mess. She's got loads of time before he'll return by her reckoning...

003: Land Crazy [Location: Serenity's Cockpit]

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Wash was going land crazy.

Which was a bit strange, really, given that he wasn't always on land while in Taxon. There was no shortage of fuel, thanks to the replicators, and he could fly around the compound as many times as he liked as long as it didn't annoy his wife, the Captain or any of the crew members that were with them.

Flying in circles wasn't the same as flying properly, though. Even the sky wasn't the same. Oh, it was a nice enough simulation - in fact, if it hadn't been for the malfunction that had occurred fairly soon after his arrival, it would have been a very nice simulation - but it wasn't real. A pilot liked to feel the wind in his hair as he flew. Metaphorically speaking.

He leaned back in his chair and idly crossed his legs in front of him. Even if he managed to get up a decent turn of speed, what was the point? What could he do? Where could they go?

In fact, a small part of him actually missed the various nefarious schemes the crew of Serenity concocted. Yes, they were dangerous and death defying and lots of other unpleasant words (only a few of them beginning with 'd'), but at least it wasn't dull.