[Surprising possibly no one, Cassandra isn't around to stand guard like she did the last couple parties... party due to the fact that there is no party this evening. The unfortunate loss of two kids - two friends is nothing to even try and recover from. Cassandra's head is still spinning; it's like she's barely within herself, even while Elsa guides her out of the auditorium.
They spend most of the evening together before Cassandra breaks off to take to the girls locker room for a shower. The water... helps. It washes away some of the utter despair she's feeling, also makes her look less like shit. Brings some color back to her face. It won't bring Varian back to them, or Rina-san. But maybe it's a start.
After the shower, just for a couple minutes, she treks down to the scene shop. There, she combs over shelves and over the tables. She peers in the prop barrels and kicks one over out of sheer frustration. She's just about to give up... when she finds it, hidden beneath a loose sheet of paper.
The music box she gave Varian. Fully repaired. She tests it. Just taking in the soft tune that plink away on the cyllinder.
Once that's settled, Cassandra heads outside - not to the courtyard, but all the way out into the gayseball field, where she plops down in the grass and just... sits. And thinks. And listens to the softly whistling grass, feels the breeze against her warmed skin.
Owl, who has been with his owner since she returned from the trial, swoops around her. Appreciating the space, but never going too far from his sullen mother.
The music box is still in her hands. She shudders, once. Then swallows. One hand takes the wind up switch and turns it, again and again. Soon, the same music from the scene shop fills the air above her, and with it.... a song.]
Guess we all are born with parts to play Some of us are stars and some are just... in the way
I thought I was meant for glory, but that's never what my story brings... And yet I keep on waiting.
cw: slight disassociation
They spend most of the evening together before Cassandra breaks off to take to the girls locker room for a shower. The water... helps. It washes away some of the utter despair she's feeling, also makes her look less like shit. Brings some color back to her face. It won't bring Varian back to them, or Rina-san. But maybe it's a start.
After the shower, just for a couple minutes, she treks down to the scene shop. There, she combs over shelves and over the tables. She peers in the prop barrels and kicks one over out of sheer frustration. She's just about to give up... when she finds it, hidden beneath a loose sheet of paper.
The music box she gave Varian. Fully repaired. She tests it. Just taking in the soft tune that plink away on the cyllinder.
Once that's settled, Cassandra heads outside - not to the courtyard, but all the way out into the gayseball field, where she plops down in the grass and just... sits. And thinks. And listens to the softly whistling grass, feels the breeze against her warmed skin.
Owl, who has been with his owner since she returned from the trial, swoops around her. Appreciating the space, but never going too far from his sullen mother.
The music box is still in her hands. She shudders, once. Then swallows. One hand takes the wind up switch and turns it, again and again. Soon, the same music from the scene shop fills the air above her, and with it.... a song.]
Guess we all are born with parts to play
Some of us are stars and some are just... in the way
I thought I was meant for glory, but that's never what my story brings... And yet I keep on waiting.