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Galactic Date

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Cassandra had been so busy lately with different album recording and concert practices that she had little time for a social life outside of texting, calling, and the few moments of bar hopping. Finally forcing herself to take a break, she heard of a new arcade that had opened up, and she wanted to take look at it, especially in their VR gaming.

While her sisters would have easily accompanied her, there was a certain someone whom she had been craving some alone time with, and after renting a private room, Raven had not hesitated to join her. Standing outside of the private room, the demigoddess waited for her gothic companion to arrive. Cassandra felt a tinge of nervousness, something that she could not place.

Lost in her thoughts, they all seemed to quiet when she noticed the woman walking up to her. A smile pulled up on her lips. "Look who it is. You ready?"

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Nodding her head, she did what she could with the eggs to the best of her ability. They definitely were scrambled, very much so. She had put all her energy into it. Were they a bit crispier than normal scrambled eggs? Yes. But edible was all she was aiming for. Charlotte and Claire knew better than for this to be perfect. "Yeah. It's the effort right? As long as nothing is burned down, we are safe."

When Claire brought over the fruit, Cassandra eyed the sausage precariously before the demigoddess seemed to move and plate them herself. An inner sigh of relief. Cassandra did pause to make sure both the stove eyes were turned off before moving to the assorted breads and drinks to the table.

She had gotten both Claire and Charlotte something as well, though they were in undisclosed locations because she did not want either sister to accidentally happen upon them. At Claire's sudden profession of love, Cass raised her brow, looking over at her. "I love you too, bub." She said, moving over to her sister. Where she was probably expected to hug the other, the other instead took her hands and tickled the other's side. "So very much!"

"Okay, Cass." Claire smiled reassuringly, cheerfully flipping the sausage as instructed, clearly not as anxious about the breakfast as her sister. "I'm sure Charlotte will love it, she's very nice and sweet that way." She added, watching the sausage sizzle on the pan.

"That looks good," She shuffled towards Cass and peered at her pan. The egg was sizzling happily. "Maybe you can cook breakfast for us more often!" There was no sarcasm from Claire, never from her. She truly believed Cassandra's cooking was great.

"Oh, I have some blueberries, apples and strawberries." Claire nodded happily and walked towards the fridge next. Her own cooking was still on the pan.

"Should we do everything?" She asked from over her shoulder, pulling the containers from the shelves. "And yup, I got a gift, I hope she likes it." She places the fruit on the table, and turns off the pan and gets her own plate to dish the sausage.

"Cass..." She looked up now, her expression was both serious and earnest. "I love you. And Char. You know that right?"

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Cassandra took in the look of the woman. Was this shyness? Cassie couldn't quite make out. The dingy bar really needed to improve their lighting set up if she was going to be able communicate properly with the other woman. So, she took it as a shy fan, nothing serious. Cassandra had ran into many of those, and she found the behavior cute, though a little silly. In many instances, the triplets found whatever stardom they've accomplished on the island to be odd. Years in a rundown apartment in Seoul, trying to survive on scraps, made moments like this seem more odd than rewarding.

Nodding her head, the demigoddess turned to the bartender, adding the other's order of a gin and tonic to her bill. Once the order was set, the demigoddess sat down on the barstool beside her new companion, easily settling in to face the other as they did her. "Thank you. It took several shitty performances for me to get to that. Was it your first time seeing us perform?" The demigoddess asked. Cassandra could not remember the woman's face. Typically, Cassie didn't forget a pretty girl's face, unless there was enough alcohol in her system to force her to. She doubted that was the case with this one.

Laughing at the other's sweet request, the demigoddess shook her head, and she passed the girl's drink to her once the bartender completed both of them. "Absolutely not. I don't let anyone buy my drink, so don't let it hurt your feelings, bub. Your evening is all on my dime." She explains, and she paused long enough to take a sip of her drink. "My name's Cassandra, by the way. Cassie's fine too. What about you?"

The patrons of the bar whooped and hollered as the band finished their set, Shinhye still sticking out like a sore thumb as her hands remained in her lap, although she did contribute a few (inaudible and timid) claps to the raucous cheering. The artists alighted from the stage, and her eyes remained transfixed on the drummer - who, to Shinhye's surprise, was coming right towards her.

Uh oh. Had she stared for so long and in such a strange manner that she was about to be confronted about it? The last thing she wanted to do was to seem rude, though the people around her back home had told her many times she had a severe case of "resting bitch face." She was already drafting an apology in her head, sitting back in her seat with her gaze now avoiding the same woman she'd been staring at all night, looking a bit like a grade-schooler about to receive a lecture from their teacher. Suffice to say, she was not expecting an offer of a drink to be the first thing she'd heard from the drummer now beside her.

Shinhye swiveled her barstool so her knees were pointing towards the stranger, her gaze nervously darting between the drink in front of her and her face. Yes, the drummer was looking straight at her - that comment was definitely directed at Shinhye. "Oh, um..." Her lips had surely moved, but she was the only one that heard herself, what with the residual noise of the bar's patrons and the recorded music now playing through the speakers. She cleared her throat before meeting the stranger's gaze once more. "I'll take a gin and tonic... You were incredible up there, by the way." The sentence started off strong, loud enough to be heard for sure, but as she made her way through the words, they tapered off into just barely being audible once more. No matter, the alcohol would arrive soon enough to calm her nerves. "Oh- thank you, by the way." She paused a bit, thinking on her next move, her next words. "I can buy you a drink, too...? Or, a snack? Must have been hard work. The performance, I mean."

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Cassandra did not pay much mind to the fans behind her. As much as she spend time in the bar, they each would probably get their own one-on-one with the demigoddess, especially if they played their cards right. For now, Cassie was very intrigued by the pulsing mark on the demigoddess's neck. She tried to think what it could be, but there was one thing she knew: it was not good. The dark energy was undeniable, even for a witch still trying to master her powers.

Nodding her head, the demigoddess was distracted. "I am always down for a free date." She spoke nonchalantly. Cassie was pleased that the other did want to spend more time with her. It opened up a window for her to explore. Hell, she was busting to just ask the demigoddess what was going on with whatever that was on her neck. She was a rather blunt creature.

"Just a question, were you already warm, or did you get hotter when I approached?" While it flowed off her lips easily, the question sounded like a flirt, though she was prodding for more information. Could someone who had could sense the dark magic cause an effect on Alice? If so? If she was getting hot, was she going to explode or something? Cassie's thought rambled on before she took a sip of her own drink.

"Oh." She finally spoke up again. "It's rude of me. Name's Cassandra. Call me Cassie. And yours?"

A relaxed smile bloomed on Alice’s face as Cassandra confirmed that she was doing all well and that no problems were brewing around the bar, totally oblivion to the fact that she was the one in trouble. 

Hints of mild surprise flashed across her face as Cassandra invited her for a drink, or as many drinks as she wanted to have, to quote the other’s invitation. Alice was quick to get the friendly smile back on her lips as she replied. “Thank you so much, I’m all good with my drink now, but I would love to spend some time talking to you.” 

Alice noticed the disappointment of the other ladies as Cassandra’s attention seemed to be exclusive to her now. While she felt slightly guilty, there was nothing she could do about that, since it was Cassandra who approached her to offer drinks and companionship. Still, she had yet to read the other demigoddess’ motives, which got Alice to keep her guard partly on while remaining polite and friendly toward Cassandra. 

“It’s been hot in here, isn’t it? Got me to forget that it’s still late winter outside.” She restarted their conversation with the easiest and safest topic anyone could talk about. 

Alice took a small sip from her cocktail, could not realize on her own the way her aura was dimming unnaturally. It was not because of the heat, the alcohol, or her current physical condition, but because of the ancient curse that was sealed on her through the symbol at the back of her neck. Someone with knowledge about dark magic may sense the negative effect of the curse on her aura, her memory, and how it may cause intermittent severe headaches and insomnia. 

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Cassandra was used to late nights at Dr. Feelgoods by now. HEXED was not necessarily a day-time concert experience, and the bar was at it's peak in the late hours of the night. The drummer loved it. While there were tons of misfits and idiots that frequented the bar, Cassandra loved the chaotic energy that seemed to flourish in such a small place, especially as their hard rock music infiltrated every inch of the bar. Tonight, the girls played a medley of their most recent album, but since some months had passed since it's release, there were sporadic throwbacks from even their earliest days. Cass thought it to be a fun mix.

Soaking up that energy, Cassandra's stage persona tended to become a more refined version of who she was. Charismatic, fiery, most fans either loved or feared the demigoddess, and that healthy combination prevented some of the more unruly fans from jumping on stage. Cassie did not stray from her norm, and the demigoddess enjoyed the evening, noticing the many fans who seemed to as well. Especially a pretty demigoddess out by the bar.

When the concert wrapped up, Cassandra departed from the stage to go travel to grab herself a drink. The fans around the bar slowed her down for just a few minutes, giving them attention before coming up to the bar counter. Ordering a long island iced tea, in need of something to cool her down, she turned her head to noticed the girl she had met eyes with once or twice during the performance. "Would you like me to get you a drink, pretty lady?"

6 months of staring into the sun

Shinhye, admittedly, was never one for nightlife. Her "friends" back in Oregon had been, sure, and she tagged along to late night bar hops here and here, if not just to drag her drunken ex back home - but it was never something she enjoyed out of her own accord. She'd even thought now (11 PM) was about the time of night she should be getting to bed, considering she was trying to instill better habits into her life, but the jet lag won over her, and her legs carried her around town. If drowsiness wouldn't arrive anytime soon, the least she could do is try to will it by physically tiring out her body a bit. Besides, a stretch of the legs never hurt anybody.

From a thousand feet away, she could hear the chatter and music booming from the inside of a club (?) down the street. The scene was familiar to her, what with the few and far between gigs her ex's band would chance upon, herself being the bassist. Maybe a gin and tonic wouldn't hurt, right? If she were trying to get to sleep anyways, well, what better to help one settle in for the night than a bit of alcohol.

Dr. Feelgood's, she read to herself, looking up at the sign brightly lit against the dark of night. Shinhye had thought the music she had heard was live, but only after looking through the windows of the establishment to see a three-piece band on the mini stage rocking out could she confirm her suspicions. A small but enthusiastic crowd that had gathered by the stage and was blocking her view. Entranced by the music, her feet started walking her into the bar before she realized it.

She took a seat at the bar, looking a little out of place considering she wasn't at all dressed for the occasion, literally sitting on the edge of her barstool as if she were about to be kicked out any second now for appearing lost. Her hands rested in her lap and she turned her knees towards the stage, immersing herself in the rock blasting through the speakers and echoing off the walls, the raw instruments and vocals vibrating through her body. Shinhye watched in silence - not because she disliked the band, but because she was so enchanted by them it was as if she were struck immobile. She'd experienced firsthand the thrill of performing in front of people, sure, but it was never like this. The three women worked amazingly well as a group, but a silent observer like Shinhye would also be able to pick out each of them had their own flair and appeal. Something about the redheaded drummer in the back specifically - her eyes were fixed on her. It wasn't necessarily attraction, this feeling; it was awe.

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Cassandra did not fight the eye roll that entered her visage. "Of course she would prefer Miss Angela's. She's not stupid." Though, maybe Cassandra was for thinking they could actually make something edible. "But, she's going to have to deal with it because I am pretty sure The Flower Mill is closed." Worst case... They had bread, and it would not be their first time without eating full breakfast.

Stopping herself from hitting her sister's fingers, because the pan would ultimately punish her behavior if she pushed her luck, Cassandra shook her head. "I think you are overthinking it. Give it another minute and the put it on the plate." She states, and she takes the spatula and pushed around the eggs until they seemed a little bit crispy... That's how you did it right?

"Charlotte is just good at it. She's made for this type of stuff. And, I got her a gift. Did you not?" Plopping her eggs down on the plate, she waited for Claire to finish hers. "I think we just need to cut some fruit and we can wake up Charlotte."

"Hmmm...the thought makes sense...but you think Charlotte would eat any thing we cook versus a nice yummy meal from Miss Angela's?" Her lips twitch in teasing even as she returned to her pan.

"What if she likes crispy? What if she likes soft?" Claire tossed back. "I was just making sure." She looks over to Cass' pan. "Ouuu the cheese looks good. Are we cooking our own breakfast too?" Her fingers drift towards the hot pan.

Hissing when she almost burned herself, Claire did as she was told and placed paper napkins on both of their serving plates. "How does Charlotte do this everyday? And for more than one meal?" She shook her head in amazement. "Maybe we should get something more?"

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Melted Snow

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With spring approaching fast, Cassandra could not wait for some warmth, having lived primarily in the lower parts of Greece for most of her life. It had only been the last few years that she really endured cold like this, and she had never been a fan. Finally having given her a break from all her practices and part-time work, Cassie had found a nice place to drop her lounge chair in the park. Despite the snow that was there, it would not linger long.

Sitting down in the chair, she demigoddess pulled out her grimoire, and she flicked open the book to two pages that she had chosen for going out in the cold air. Reading the first incantation, a impenetrable bubble seemed to appear around the demigoddess, though it would allow people to come in and out. Just not the cold. Next, that bubble began to heat to a nice 80F, melting the snow around her within twenty feet and radiating a warmth that remained trapped in her bubble.

The heat was amazing, and the demigoddess quickly pulled off her jacket to unveil a simple black shorts and tank top situation. Sighing with closed eyes, the demigoddess relaxed comfortably in her chair, unaware of anyone nearby.

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New Drinks

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Cassandra had a long day before her. She was not one that normally woke up this early. Charlotte had a new song that they needed to start recording, and she still had to practice her music part. Where they girls had done a good job in their performance, Apollo pushed them to a newer level, and while Cassandra met his outlandish expectations, it only came after a lot of work. 

So, standing behind another customer in the line at The Flower Mill, she had been pondering whether she should try a drink from the new spring menu when she noticed that the person just realized she didn’t have their card on them. As the other started to fret, Cassandra simply leaned around them, tapping her card to make payment. She waited for the confirmation to show up on the screen before she glanced back up at them.

“Enjoy your drink.”

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The demigoddess's cheer and smile did quite make this more confusing. The heaviness of the the symbol on her next was rather obvious to Cassandra, and she wondered if the other woman had any clue that something so negative was one her. Or, was she used to it? Or, did whoever cast this make it so that there was some barrier that prevented that weight to affect her? This was a particular case.

A weak smile pulled on her lips. At the other's question about the drink, she nodded her head. That would be the best way to keep her with them, not that she thought Alice was going to run away either. However, before the she could respond, the other questions came out of her mouth

Shaking her head, she tried to brush off their concern. "I am good. Don't worry about me." Obviously, it was her that they had to worry about. "Thank you for the compliment." She continues on a new subject, an invitation so she could figure out more. "Please be my guest tonight, as long as you aren't tired. I'll give you all the drinks you want. Name your flavor."

As the bartender made the orders for the other girls she had offered drinks, there was some obvious disappointment that Alice had been her pick. Cassandra fought the urge to pull out her spell book, but she did not think anything like this existed there. Or, maybe, she just had never had read the page for something as dark as this.

HEXED had a performance at Dr. Feelgoods, a showcase of their latest release, and Alice was glad she did not sit it out. 

Outside, the winds were chilly, but inside the bar, it was getting warmer and warmer thanks to the band’s and their crowd’s energy. Alice, despite not being a self-proclaimed fan of rock music, found herself swaying and head banging along the beats on a high swivel barstool. Dressing in black jeans and a leather jacket over a cashmere sweater, she blended well into the audience, even though she may be among the loudest to sing along. 

Close to the end of the band’s performance, as the heat was rising, Alice took off the jacket. She also decided to tie her long blonde hair up into an aesthetically messy high bun, a style she rarely, if ever, did outside the confinement of her bathroom. When the HEXED ladies finished and started mingling, Alice took her time to order a non-alcoholic drink, feeling the need to rehydrate before heading home. 

As she was waiting for the drink from the bartender, Alice felt a light tap on her left shoulder. Naturally, she turned around to see who was the person, only to be greeted by one of the singers she had just seen on the stage a few minutes ago. Cassandra, Alice recalled her name, since she had read about the HEXED and listened to their latest album before coming to the show tonight. 

“Oh, hello!” She greeted the other demigoddess with a welcoming smile, but that soon withered and was replaced by mild confusion due to the other’s seemingly irrelevant question. 

“Uhm, I enjoyed your performance, and I like the drinks, if that’s what you would like to ask about?” Alice replied with a beat of hesitation, as she was pretty much uncertain of why Cassandra looked at her as if she was in great concern. After a second of consideration, she returned the question to the singer. “...Are you good though? Is everything alright?”

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Cassandra looked over at the other with a squint. "It's for the thought that counts. Anyone can buy food for someone else. It means something to cook for them. It's that time investment. And, we couldn't pass it off as our cooking either. We are not on that level." And, she could tell from this that they definitely were not on any type of path for success. Cassandra still held out a small dose of hope for a lovely meal.

Nodding her head, she looked at the other. "Yeah. Definitely cheese. But I think we cook the egg first and add it at the end. So it gets all gooey. I pay attention... I think..." Definitely, she was not sure. But, at this point, they would just have to wing it. "You still need to get the sausages cooked on the other side slacker. Then, put them on that empty plate with the paper towel."

Claire followed Cass' instructions absentmindedly, her mind still half-asleep. Letting out the loudest yawn known to mankind, she finally managed to get the stove started.

"How come we didn't buy food from the Flower Mill instead?" She waits for the pan to heat up, without really understanding how to do it. "Miss Angela has tasty croissants, I know Charlotte gets some sometimes."

Claire yawns again and watches the eggs get cracked and into a bowl. "Are you going to put cheese in it? Sometimes Char puts yummy cheese. It makes it all gooey.." She smiles at the memory before turning to her own pan. "What do I put first?"

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Cursed Blessed

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Another night, HEXED had a performance at Dr. Feelgoods. They still were performing their most recent album's music. And, the crowd seem to thrive to their music. With such a success, Cassandra had considered buying the bar so that the triplets could use it as their free concert hall, not that Apollo did not already provide that to them as well.

Once the show was over, Cassie slipped into the audience, having wanted to spend some time with the Blessed throughout the crowd. By the time she arrived at the bar, a few of the front row fans had made their way beside her. Cassie had no idea whether they had sought her out, or it was by a happy coincidence. So, after she ordered drinks for the girls, she turned her attention to the demigoddess beside her.

As she reached for their shoulder to get their attention, the thick vibrations of some dark energy caught her attention. Even further, a symbol glowed beneath their skin. Though limited in her compacity, she knew magic, and the aura was bad. For someone rarely speechless, it compounded as Alice turned to face her. And, Cassie could only blurt out. "Are you good?"

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Cassandra looked over at her sister. She stifled a snort. Cassandra should have known that comment wouldn't have been the same for the other. Charlotte beamed naturally with a ball of anxiety, always worried about something. However, that had much been due to the reality of their struggle. Plus, neither Claire nor her allowed Charlotte any peace of mind. "Only when it makes you productive. Procrastination is my deadly sin."

Cassandra found that comment amusing. "Yeah. We only seem to be good an the non-useful parts of our powers. What use was there for gift hunting those years ago. Guess, there is for her now." She joked around, shaking her head. "Imagine if all of our powers were in one woman. We'd be overpowered. I don't care about how strong our powers. At least we got each other. With two of you, I don't have to deal with that witch." She stated with a slight huff at the end.

"Um..." Cassandra paused. "Not at all. I thought about something for her potion-making... but .... I don't know how to make potions..."

Charlotte huffed softly as her sister fixed her hair, straightening out her coat as well. "And the anxiety is a good thing?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. That was exactly why she always got her holiday shopping done well in advance - she certainly didn't need to go seeking out anxiety, an unexpected phone call was enough to get her blood pumping.

"Maybe she has some kind of sixth sense we don't know about. Present detection?" She was joking, but it would have made sense. After all, it wasn't even like Claire was a huge snoop; she just seemed to magically stumble across present hiding places. Charlotte would have been screwed if she hadn't had the idea to glamour her gifts to look like obscure baking ingredients at the back of the highest shelf in the kitchen. "None of us are very good at that, are we? At least it means we don't abuse our powers, I suppose... Anyway, what are you going to get Claire? Do you at least have some ideas?"

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While Cassandra was still rather tired herself, her sister's comment confused her. Talking birds? She shook her head, not addressing that. Maybe, Claire had read something in a book lately about magic, and if Cassandra had seen it herself, it would make sense too. However, she accepted the idea that they would be the ones cooking the food. All they could wish for was a good turnout.

"Yeah. Of course they are cold, weirdo. I just took them out of the fridge." Looking at those same sausages, she tried to wrack her brains on how Charlotte always did it. "Yeah. I think she put a pan on the middle dial, and she just rolled them around in the pan from time to time."

Cassandra's eyes followed Claire's, and she accept the duty of the eggs. "I think they are yummier scrambled. And.. We don't have to worry about the yolks being purposely runny..." She frown, stepping to the side. The demigoddess started doing her best to crack all the eggs. She had to estimate how many to make. Three people times two eggs... Well, that was six... But that didn't sound like a lot either, so she added two extra eggs for good measure.

"Yeah, magic food only works if you have talking birds. Maybe." Claire gives another yawn and a nod as if what she said made perfect sense. She did agree with her sister that doing something nice for Charlotte was needed. She took care of them a lot and cooked almost all of their meals for them.

"Sausage...Sausage..." She murmurs as she looks for the links. She spotted them, reaching to hold a link only to drop it back on its plate. "Ooof cold." She peered at it as if it was an interesting experiment. "Do I just fry these?"

She looks at the eggs. "Maybe scrambled is easier to do, you crack them in a bowl anyways so they're already broken..." She said aloud as she searched for a pan. Charlotte certainly didn't look this clueless when making breakfast.