Cassandra Cain | 001 | Video

[hellofist]

[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.]

Comments

[hellofist]

[It's kind of funny to watch him tamp down on the natural urges he has, to see him want to say something and picking something else instead. She has to wonder, how often does he actually bother to do that, to filter himself? It gains him a little more respect in Cass' eyes.

And his body language tells her he's not lying, not really exaggerating his abilities. He really is all those things.]

Kind of... understatement, saying not high tech. [She's caught somewhere between still being amazed about running water and hot showers and being used to giant computer terminals in batcaves, so she can kind understand how he feels.] If you tell materials, will... keep eye out.

[manofiron]

Metal, mostly. Wires. Basic tools, though to be fair, if I have enough metal, I can make some of them myself.

[ The problem with that is if too much metal goes into the construction of the tools, there won't be enough to make anything else.

He rubs his hand over his eyes, feeling tired and worn out and too stubborn to admit that maybe this time, he's shit out of luck. ]

We need—We need a lot of things here, really, and that's not just me complaining about no takeout or cleaning services. Weapons are a big thing. And a way out. Maybe a computer to help with both of those. So really, anything that can go into constructing any of those things.

[hellofist]

There's... broken building, right? Would have metal, wires. Can take apart... stoves, break cameras, maybe? Use those parts?

[He's probably thought of all that, but Cass likes to feel helpful, like she can contribute in some way.]

Not good at... brain stuff, but can break things. If you need help.

[manofiron]

You're absolutely right. I can use that stuff. The problem's getting to it before it repairs itself, which I know sounds weird and impossible. But it's not. Here, Humpty Dumpty puts himself back together all the time.

But you bet I'll take the help. And hey, there's nothing like a little localized destruction to deal with stress, am I right?

[hellofist]

[Her nose wrinkles up when he says that name, confusion clear in her face. The rest of the conversation is completely forgotten for now.]

Humpty what?

[manofiron]

Dumpty. Humpty Dumpty. It was an egg that fell off a wall and broke and king of the region couldn't put it back together again. I never could figure out why a king would care if an anthropomorphized egg-man broke or not, but maybe it was such a novelty to have an anthropomorphized egg-man in the kingdom that losing him affected tourism or something.