[Once they've exited the trial room, guided out of the lion's den, Cassandra swerves away from the crowd and makes her way to the front doors. There, she stands before them, staring through the glass at the yard, and the brick walls bordering them. They were by no means insurmountable. If she could just reach them...
The door rattles under her hand, trying the handle again and again, until finally Cassandra gives in. For the second time, she presses her head to the glass, feeling the cool sensation against her forehead. Failure drags her down, causes her shoulders to sag. It's physically weighing on her.
They're going to die if they don't get out of here.
God, she wishes Raps were here. Eugene, too.
Her melancholy doesn't last. Soon enough, Cassandra's picked herself up again and enters the party just as it's come into full swing. Around this point, Cassandra realizes that she hasn't really... eaten anything today, at all. So she picks and prods at the assortment; mainly the Angry Patties (which do not taste like they did back at the afterparty) and this new, strange, square-shaped food on flatbread. No wine though. She has to think as she's scarfing down a burger.
Besides that, Cassandra just... wanders around, searching for everyone. Won't be too hard to tell that she's keeping an eye on everyone, especially on the chance that she approaches you - looking exhausted, but still going. She might even offer you a slice of pizza.]
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The door rattles under her hand, trying the handle again and again, until finally Cassandra gives in. For the second time, she presses her head to the glass, feeling the cool sensation against her forehead. Failure drags her down, causes her shoulders to sag. It's physically weighing on her.
They're going to die if they don't get out of here.
God, she wishes Raps were here. Eugene, too.
Her melancholy doesn't last. Soon enough, Cassandra's picked herself up again and enters the party just as it's come into full swing. Around this point, Cassandra realizes that she hasn't really... eaten anything today, at all. So she picks and prods at the assortment; mainly the Angry Patties (which do not taste like they did back at the afterparty) and this new, strange, square-shaped food on flatbread. No wine though. She has to think as she's scarfing down a burger.
Besides that, Cassandra just... wanders around, searching for everyone. Won't be too hard to tell that she's keeping an eye on everyone, especially on the chance that she approaches you - looking exhausted, but still going. She might even offer you a slice of pizza.]
How are you holding up?