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[The first thing visible when the feed clicks on is... an eyebrow. Well, two actually. Two eyebrows that are drawn together with a look of confusion. Clearly, someone isn't the best at tech-like things.]

Is- working? [Here have some button pressing and nope, that just turned off the video. The audio is still working though, picking up the sounds of Cass pushing more buttons and muttering quietly before it snaps back on. This time, she grins and her face is framed better, the comm held out to show she's still in her Batgirl costume, she's just taken off the cowl and her gloves.]

Oracle? Are... you here? In weird place. Lots of cameras, so... you must be here.

[With a frown, she rubs at the back of her neck. Maybe she should talk to the general population, figure things out...]

Um, I'm Batgirl. [Wait, pause a second. Maybe the actual name would be a good thing to go by? It's not like she's ever been careful with her identity in the past so why start now?] Cassandra. New here. Found big house, no one's here. Gonna... stay.

Well, in house. Will take walks. Could use... tour? Information.

... That's all.

[Yep. She sucks at communicating in like every sense, sorry. The feed cuts off completely this time, but Cass can be found on the porch of house 17 if anyone feels like coming to see the new kid in person.]

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Satan's asshole. Is what it oughta be called. I hate ta say welcome to Cape Kore, but, uh, welcome to the fuckin' Cape, man. You're in for a trip.

[ He starts to make his way over instead, circling the banister for the porch and huddling in his jacket against the cold. ] I can see that. Trick or treatin'?

[When he says cape she reaches for hers automatically, bunching it up in her hand. It and her suit are keeping her warm, but he isn't. She takes a step to the side and motions toward the front door.]

Can go in, if cold.

[And she knows trick or treating, she's seen Halloween commercials and children on the streets of the better parts of Gotham, dressed as ninjas and Superman. She shakes her head. She's pretty sure it's not that month anymore, though.]

No. ... Unless you... have candy. Then yes.

It ain't even that cold!

[ He lies first, loudly, for whatever reason. He's trying to be impressive or something but it's hard to do that when it's the New Mexico boy lost in Subzero, wherever. He squints his eyes and shrugs his shoulders. ] But if you wanna go in your fancy big house.

Sorry. Ain't got candy. Still like your costume.

Not really mine. Just... staying here.

[She smiles when he protests, because it's cute. She moves toward the door a little more, waiting for him to follow her so he can go inside and, you know, not freeze to death.

But then he goes and compliments her costume and she grins, drops her eyes to the porch to study the wood grain. It scares most people, it's the reason she's called creepy and spooky and all those other words Steph had for her. Someone liking it is a first.]

Thank you.

Hey, hey, hey, ain't no one else called it here? You own that sunuvabitch and don't let anyone tell ya different.

[ He gratefully follows her towards the door more, giving her a once-over as her own gaze drops. There's a quirk of a smile at the edge of his mouth, unexpected. ] Yo, you ain't cold in that?

[Once they're both inside, she closes the door and only catches the tail end of all that, just enough to see the smile that he hadn't quite intended. It's cute. He's got a lot of cute, she's figuring out.

At his question, she shakes her head and tugs on the cape a little.]

Nope. Insulated. Plus, cape is warm. [There's a pause, but then she has something to add.]

Yo.

[ Jesse pauses a beat or two to decipher that, no, she's not making fun of him, is she? She's just including it in her vocabulary, like he does. That's a first. ]

Hell yeah, bitch, bring it in. [ He says, and holds out his fist for her to bump. ]

[That's a first for her, someone offering her their fist like that. Dick and Tim had thought it was weird, even Leslie the first time they'd met. Barbara and Bruce had just kind of gone with it, but she'd never had anyone do it first before.

So she's smiling kind of a lot when she touches his fist with hers.]

Cassandra, is fine. Or... just Cass.

[ It's sincerely adorable, and grins back to go along with it, first he's given in days. ] Right on, Cass. My name's Jesse. Good ta meetcha.

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Um- don't think there's food, or... would offer.

[She has no idea how to play host, not even a little, but offering things seems like the right move? There's just... nothing to offer. She hasn't actually checked the fridge but if there's a food shortage like everyone has said, it's all been picked clean by now.]

So... want to sit?

[Wow she's bad at this isn't she.]

[ There's a quirk of a grin at Jesse's face still when she starts offering things, spoken like a true attempted host. ]

You don't gotta do that, hey, check it out. [ And he purposefully swoops in, sits on the edge of the coffee table in the living room to be deliberately rude. ] See? Don't gotta ask me, ya just showed up here. It ain't manners time.

[She can't help but smile again when he zooms off to sit, follows him and sits across from him on the sofa. She could care less if he wants to sit on the table, it's not really her table. Besides, it looks sturdy enough and he's comfortable, so who really cares?]

This is just... new. House, people over. It's weird.

[ Exactly, comfy tables that he's now sitting cross-legged upon. At least he wasn't tracking snow all across the floor, with no more on the ground to track. He still keeps his jacket on regardless, waiting for the room to warm him up. ]

Don't keep too many guests where you're from?

More like, never had somewhere... to invite people, before. Or... people, to invite.

[ It makes him think of back home for a moment, the kind of people he'd taken for house guests by the end of it all. ] Kinda know the feeling.

[ But 'never had somewhere' gives him the feeling she's homeless, a something she doesn't want to talk about, so he concentrates on the now. ] Check it out now, though, huh? You gotta huge place all ta yourself. Fuckin' couches. You're set, man, am I right?

[She was homeless, for a long long time. Even after that, it wasn't like she could invite people back to Oracle's tower.

Or like she had anyone to invite who wasn't Steph. It's been very complicated.]

You're right. [Despite all that, she's still smiling at him. It's hard not to, when he's excited because she has couches.] Maybe, will make fort. Saw it on TV, once.

[ It's hard to get too too excited about much here when his world's not colored in a tint of blue, when he's a fucking hostage on top of everything. But the mention of a fort awakens something younger within him or something, his eyes brightening a little as he looks up at Cass with a lopsided grin. ]

Yo, for serious? Like outta blankets and all that junk?

[Huh. He's kind of cute when he grins like that.]

And pillows. Right? Never made one before. Wanna help?

[ His knee bounces a bit before he nods, even slides a leg onto the floor like he might stand. ] Right now?

For sure, pillows. I haven't done that shit since I was, like, I was so little. They gotta have extra blankets and stuff rattlin' around in this house, huh?

[He might stand, but Cass does and immediately starts yanking the cushions off the couch. Once they're in a pile on the floor, she reaches for his hands and pulls him to his feet.]

Can help me look. Show right things... we'll need.

[ He looks surprised at the offer, but takes it anyway, for whatever reason. It's not even like he needs the help up. But she's earnest, and she's pretty. ]

I'll check the bedrooms and get all that shit outta there. You look around for, like, a closet. Like a linen closet like my mom used ta have.

[She sees it, he likes her. Thinks she's nice to look at, but he does it gently. There's no punch of barely concealed lust to make her feel sick and confused, no not-so-secret needs, nothing twisted or frightening.

It's new. She ducks her head and keeps his hands maybe a little too long before nodding and taking a step back. If she's blushing, she trusts he won't make fun of her for it.]

Will look, meet you... back here. Okay.

[And she's just going to go now because she wants a fort as soon as possible.]

[ Was she blushing? It's a little something that drags even more of a grin out of him - a little teasing, but nothing cruel or even that he comments on. He just notices. ]

Yeah, alright. Break and meet up in like five.

[ He makes quick work of the other rooms, yanking blankets and sheets off the beds because why the fuck not? He's piling things in the hallway and starts kicking a mound of them into the living room by the time he returns, pillows and all. ]

[Cass meets back in three, arms piled with what she could find in the closets. Towels, mostly. A few throw pillows and extra sheets, all brought to the living room and then carelessly tossed to the floor.

It's not hard to figure it out, the couch cushions stand up well enough on their own so she starts framing out the walls, but glances towards Jesse after she's got a few cushions up.]

Is this... right?

[ Jesse cracks a smile as soon as he's in the room, tosses the armful of bedding onto the barren couch and starts to make his way over. ]

Hell yeah, man. [ He tests one of the couch cushions to make sure it's as sturdy as she seems to be thinking they are. ] You want 'em just tall enough to crawl into. Makes 'em more secretive.

We need somethin' to secure the sheets and stuff. Like, uh, clips. We got any clips 'round?

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