Theresa Cassidy

It's later than Terry would like, but when her babysitter called off unexpectedly and nobody else was available, she took Sean along for the errands she usually leaves for when she's got two free arms and no toddler to take along.

She's got bags of groceries hung on the handles of his stroller now, and a thankfully sedate toddler. He'd been approaching a full hungry tantrum just as they found some food, and though Terry knows she's going to have a rough time getting the refried beans out of his shirt, at least he's quiet and babbling away happily now.

"Just one more place to go, baby," she tells him, stopping briefly to lean over and make sure he's doing well. Sean points to a car passing by and points it out, and Terry coos a positive response, giving him a kiss on the forehead before looking back up with a sigh.

That's when she spots him, and freezes. For a moment it's as though no time has passed at all, and Terry still has all of her friends around. He looks much the same, and Terry speaks before she can think, projecting her voice so it's clear enough for him to hear her even though she's half a block up and traffic shouldn't allow him to .

"Peter! Peter Parker!"

Doing this as quickly as possible right now because GOT7's new song/album drops in 15 minutes and I AM EXCITED

Terry: Sean just turned one! Which is actually crazy and I can't believe how far this has come? Neither can Terry. He'll be learning to start to walk under his own power very soon, and following that will be his very first instance of creating a duplicate of himself. Terry will definitely need some moral support when the time comes because try as she might, she's floundering about this stuff. She didn't have support when she was a kid (other than Black Tom lmao) and she thinks she knows how to support Sean but he's also A BABY WITH POWERS so who knows how anything will go. (I do.)

For Purge, Terry is saying fuck everything and holing up in the School basement. Anyone who wants to join them is welcome, she'd have mentioned it to friends. She'd also appreciate some check ins during the night for her friends who will be out and about during Purge night.

Any and all threads are welcome with her and/or Sean!


Bellamy: Is one hundred thousand percent ecstatic and a giant crier now that Octavia is here. He can barely contain himself and anyone who knows him will a) notice how happy he is and b) would have been told the news. There's still a lot going on with their little group, but I'm so happy we have the core people. NOW SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME MORE 100 PUPS. ;_;

I'm not sure what Bellamy is doing for Purge, other than staying as safe as they can in the apartment. I'm open and flexible to anything.

Again, any and all threads are welcome!

Me: Working. Have had a cough/cold/allergies for the last month. Trying to get back into a game headspace, sorry for not tagging anything back in f o r e v e r.



Terry: Chilling. Sean is starting to learn to crawl, or at least wiggle and move around enough to give her heart attacks. Terry's starting to wonder when his powers will manifest, and I plan on having that happen when he starts walking within the next year. It's all gonna kick off then, yaaassss.

Until then, she's hanging out, being BFFs with Raven, flirting with dudes (hi, Han) when she can because it's fun and in her mind she thinks child = no chance at a relationship (not that she's had any chances since Kotetsu and that's just like canon so it's no big difference for her), so why not flirt with people and have fun since it's got nowhere to go? Man, she's got some messed up relationship issues. Anyway.

She half wants to adopt Peter Parker and loves all her friendships with Spider-and-otherly-powered people. I love them too, it's interesting getting a chance to have her be a bit more supportive of powered folk and not being the one on the front line. There's more I want to do there, some things to think through.




Bellamy: Also chilling. He got banged up by Lincoln and still misses Octavia, but he's doing fine. He just had a birthday and is 26 now and has been with Clarke for over a year and half (i think? i'm terrible) which kind of baffles my mind in a way. He needs to get a job, more friends, and deeper relationships with his current friends. All things I plan on working on over the next few months.

I'm really open to whatever with Bellamy, he coasts along comfortably but I'm always happy to throw him in plots or in different threads.

Me: Stuck in this awful place between finishing school and not having a degree yet and looking for work but not finding anything, it's great TOTALLY GREAT

I'm forcing myself into being productive and human every day, part of which will be getting back into tagging, because I always forget how much I enjoy it when a week has gone by and I haven't done anything. So, yes, hit me with any ideas, I'm up for anything and determined to jump start my ass and get this year going well.

Threads: I'm open for anything, and could use threads for January reqs! Whether private threads or tagging into EPs, just let me know. I'm considering doing EPs for both Terry and Bellamy, if only I could come up with decent ideas for them.



Terry: Her life is entirely revolving around baby Sean now, though I try to get her out there and threading in ways that isn't entirely about him. Trying to balance it all is interesting. I'm totally excited for when Sean gets older and will begin to crawl and walk, so I can start playing out his mutant background. 8D

She has a really good support network, which is making the transition easier, though I'd like to do more with her soon. Terry is absolutely content to just be Sean's mother, but her money is running out and she needs to do something to bring income in, especially as Sean grows older. I'll have to have a good think on what that might mean, because she's so reluctant to take up heroing again, despite how much she loves it and how much of her identity depends on it. She can't imagine doing something that would take her away from Sean, or vice versa, and it's forcing her to reconsider everything.



for the love of god someone app octavia ;_;

Bellamy: Is still reeling a bit from having Lincoln around. He's happy that he's safe and alive in Darrow, but not happy about what he's heard from him about how things were going back on the Ground and the fact that he can't do shit about it. And he's dealing with some complex feelings about Octavia not being around, most of which revolve around feeling guilty for being happy when he has no guarantee that Octavia is.

He's doing his best to deal with his feelings, but I'm sure Clarke, Raven, and Lincoln know Bellamy well enough by now to know he hasn't been doing too well.

Lincoln's item post plot will be terrible. >:D

I half considered a canon update once I finished s3, but I'm not so sure. I really disliked where the season took every single character, and I'm not so sure I could play a Bellamy who has had such a huge, non-fixable break from Octavia. That's the type of shit he can't come back from. So it'd be nice to deal with a lot of those complex issues, but...not the way canon made them happen.

He's so happy with Clarke, despite his own turmoil. And I totally want him to baby sit kids whenever I have the reason to make it happen, because he has to have some incredible fucking parenting skills from having helped raise Octavia in secret for 16 years.

There are plenty of moments in Terry's life that are burned into her memory, there to stay with no fading around the edges, no rose colored glasses on. They're simple, stark, and always readily available when called upon (usually in the form of nightmares). Being the Morrigan had provided both a relief from the pain and a stark clarity in the memories themselves -- that clarity stuck around, leaving Terry with all the pain and none of the relief. There are days the memories are unbearable, and days that she's free, for some time. Hour by hour, day by day, for the past few years Terry has survived, a steady, daily recovery from bouts of grief and guilt wrapped in loneliness.

It sucks.

Being in the other Darrow has provided some much needed distraction, however, some few hours of living solely in the present.

She's explored the city often, traveled through the portal a few times -- even today, with how things seemed to be going strange and wrong around it. She'd gone through anyway. It's the curiosity that gets her, ultimately, and today she's finally worked up the nerve to see if, once and for all, there's some version of Sean walking around.

Of course she's spent most of her time looking for Sean, hoping, against her own rationality, that she could see him again. But she's found nothing so far, and it's really only the hope that's kept her going. Blind, stupid hope, but it is what it is.

She's kept an eye on this world's version of his apartment, and she's decided to go in today. The building is mostly empty this early in the afternoon, but Terry is still careful when she goes up. She rings the bell at his door, knocks, calls out, but there's no response. Convinced that no one is home, Terry finally sends a short lance of sound at the door knob, shattering the lock. She eases her way in carefully and quietly, relaxing only when she sees the apartment is empty, her footsteps echoing on bare walls.

There's no other family living here, but there's no Sean, either. It had been a wild hope, but it still hurts.

The sound first reaches her ears when she's first turning to leave. It's one that shouldn't be in the empty apartment, one that strikes right at her breastbone.

Still, she goes to check. She can't not.

The sound of crying is coming from the bedroom, and Terry pauses in the open doorway, shock freezing her in place. It's a hospital bassinet, with name card on the end facing her.

It's a familiar hospital bassinet. A familiar blue blanket, a familiar cry.

She knows that cry; she'd had only a few hours with him, but she knows what her son sounded like. It's one of the few memories she really has of him.

Christ. Jesus Christ and all his saints, it's Sean. It's Sean.

Terry finally breaks from her frozen state with a cry of her own, brushing tears away so she can read the label on the bassinet and the bracelet on his wrist, confirming what she already knows.

"Sean," she whispers, and his cries quiet slightly. She knows it's most likely because someone has shown up for him, but she wants to think he knows it's her. He quiets, hiccuping before all that's left are heavy breaths. His eyes are red and squeezed shut, his hands balled into fists, his face fat and pink, his hair soft and brown.

He's small and upset and he's hers.

Terry barely registers anything as she sinks to the ground, back against the bassinet as she holds Sean, humming as she rocks him to a calm state.

Time passes, and it's only when the window is no longer letting in much light that Terry stirs again. Sean is fast asleep, but he's going to need food. Clothes. A place to sleep. Lord-- what if she can only exist here? She can't take him through the portal. Even if it were perfectly safe, she won't take that chance. Thinking of Raven and Luke gives Terry pause, but she thinks they'd understand. She can't give it much more thought.

She has enough cash to book a hotel room, and she's discovered before that her card works here, which makes buying a few baby basics easy -- a carrier, clothing, diapers, food. It all adds up much quicker than Terry expects, but she's saved up enough to be comfortable for a few months. She'll make it work. She'l use her power if she must -- not the best decision she'll ever make, but Sean is all that matters.

Sean finally wakes when Terry is still heading back to the hotel, bags from her second trip to the store in one hand and his carrier in the other. It's heavy and she's glad for the excuse to set it down on a nearby park bench, and she drops the shopping bags next to it before tucking his blanket around him a little more securely.

He's screaming as she fumbles through the brand new diaper bag, searching for the bottle of formula she'd made earlier.

"I'm gettin' it, love," she tells him, voice low and soothing even though she feels anything but at the moment. "Just a wee bit longer, ye'll be okay."

Me: Hahahahaha. The school year is done next week. My crazy fucking schedule is done. I'm so tired, physically and mentally. I have a couple weeks off, then I have a summer session 1 class, which is class 2 days a week for 5 weeks, AND THEN I'M STUDYING ABROAD IN GREECE FOR A MONTH???? It's still unbelievable. But I bring it up, because it's the reason I took Steve Rogers off reserve yet again, I am the worst. I couldn't in good conscience try to make reqs and app him in July just to disappear for a month, especially with some Marvel cast coming in. So, I'm going to focus on him again when I'm back.

(That said, if someone else wants to app him, please go for it. Seriously. This always goes for any pup I don't officially have on reserve, I lay no claim to them.)

On to the two I have left. Now that I have free time again, I'm looking forward to deepening some relationships and creating new ones, if anyone's open to it!

Terry: Goddamn, she's had a lot going on for how little I've been playing. KIRIN was the biggest thing for her, leading her to feel insecure in just about everything and officially moving out of her apartment and into the Darrow School For the Gifted. She'll probably find a new place soon, but she feels safe there. She's also been a part of Raven's plots, which has deepened their relationship and now they're like...friends? ACTUAL FRIENDS. Terry is just 1000% concerned with Raven's ongoing trouble in dealing with herself as a mutant (and letting other people know), and she sees her as almost completely different from 616 Mystique now.

I have a really big possible game-changing plot for her that I've been sitting on for a while now, but I might go ahead with it now that things are a bit quieter for her and I have more time.

Bellamy: HE HAS A RAVEN NOW, TOO. He is SO excited to have Raven in the city, especially because he's been so homesick and she's one of his favorite people. (He tries to forget that they once slept together and hopes Clarke never brings it up.) Bellamy's really just happy between being with Clarke and having Raven to pester with friendship on a daily basis. He needs something to shake him up soon, I think, but mostly he needs to expand his circle of friends. I'm going to focus on getting Bellamy out there over the next couple of months.

(Fingers crossed the rest of season 3 doesn't infuriate me as much 3x01 - 3x06 did. #NOTMYBELLAMY)

Future: Steve Rogers. One girl I've been itching to play that I'm sure nobody knows about. Billy Kaplan, if I ever care to catch up on comics and there was ever a chance he'd get a Teddy.

Perhaps she's hiding away, but Terry thinks she has every bloody right to.

It had been days locked up in that facility, she finds out, days powerless, days spent poked and prodded and having her power tested like she's some sort of bloody lab rat. Whatever they'd done, they'd been good at it; good enough to kidnap her and others, good enough to get around their defenses, good enough to keep them locked up.

They'd been so good that after the rage burns through her, after she'd done her part and took off for the countryside to prevent herself from doing something she'd regret, all she'd felt was raw. Exposed. Careless.

She'd promised herself that would never happen again, but she can't even keep promises to herself anymore.

The school had come to mind first, the only place she could think of that was safe. Even if someone knew she was there, they wouldn't be able to get past the wards.

She's safe.

She's safe.

Once she showers, once she scrubs away a week of sweat and blood, constantly humming or singing to herself, filling the silence with her own voice as she changes into a fresh set of clothes, once she has no reason to move anymore--

It builds up in her chest first, a mounting pressure that rises, burning the back of her throat and clouding her vision with tears as she stumbles downstairs, makes it into the huge basement and trusts, trusts that she can let go of the scream she's been holding in for days and the world won't crumble around her.

[Let's say she left the basement door open a touch to be heard. Takes place the morning after GAPS plot wraps up.]

The first plant had lived a touch longer than Terry had expected, though she hadn't the motivation to replace it until recently. It tried hard to survive with the cup of water she fed it every now and then, but it's only been in the past month or so that she's cared to do something other than spend time on the couch, eating take out and watching television with her father. She'd wanted the comfort of his company and cared little for anything else, including the poor plant.

Terry stares at it now, all but one small branch of it wilted and dried out, the last few leaves stubbornly clinging to life. "I'm sorry about this," she tells it as she picks up the pot and heads into the kitchen where the new plant she'd picked up is sitting on a counter.

"This one is supposed to be unkillable," she calls out to Sean, wherever he'd disappeared to. "If ye somehow manage to kill this one too then yer a lost cause, da."

It's only been a few hours, but Terry had been woken before she could get to bed, and at this point, she's exhausted. She's only accidentally shattered one sheet of glass on the hospital floor and she feels hollowed out, with nothing but fear and anger coursing through her in turn.

Fear, for obvious reasons. Anger, because if she had gotten her father back only to lose him to something so mundane as this, she isn't sure she would have handled it well. At least the first time, she'd had some consolation in the fact that he'd died saving people (and a lot of denial).

She's spent most of her time by his bedside, save for a trip to the hospital cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee and a stale scone. It's better than nothing, and she eats it standing outside his hospital room, the door cracked so she can hear the beeping of the heart rate monitor. Even though she knows he's fine, he's pulled through and will wake up soon, the noise is reassuring.

It's a distant thing now, her love for Jamie, but when she hears him - when he actually prays to her - she doesn't hesitate. Theresa Cassidy hears him, and the Morrigan answers the call.

It still amazes her, how easy it is to end something like the situation Jamie and Layla have found themselves in. She makes Jamie the man he once was, she dispatches the police with what amounts to a flick of her wrist, and it's done. It makes all her memories of the huge fights and struggles she's gone through in the past feel like child's play, and the memories of the women who have been the Morrigan before her agree.

Soon she finds herself having tea with the couple, and informing them of the team's whereabouts with ease. Being back in their presence is good - she can see them whenever she wants, but never visits - and she knows Jamie's answer to bringing X-Factor back together before he says it.

Strangely enough, she's okay with it.

There is a buzz in the back of her mind that reminds her the Morrigan has more important things to do than gossip and drink tea with mortals, and she says farewell to Jamie once more. Stepping out of the front door is only for their comfort; once the door closes behind her, she moves back to her realm.

What she expects to see are trees, rocks, a stream.

What she gets is a noisy city and and a feeling like the very air itself is pressing against her skin, trapping her in her own body.

The only outward sign of frustration she makes is a narrowing of her eyes (if she were to see them now, she'd be surprised to see the green irises returned, no cloudy gray covering them up), and she tries again.

There's no change. The same sounds and smells assault her senses, and a slight feeling of panic begins to envelop her - and the fact that she feels panic at all worries her even more. After taking a deep breath and pushing back those feelings, she listens. Beyond hearing, beyond seeing, she should be able to sense every single life on this street, in this city, in this country. Wherever she is, she should know in a heartbeat, but it doesn't work.

It's as though she's working with a burlap sack tied over her head and no information is coming through right. Darrow, she can get, and not much else. She tries again, and there is nothing but an endless stream of noise, too many minds to sort through the way she should be able to...no.

There.

Terry hears herself gasp as she comes back to herself. It can't be him. He's vibrant and similar to the lives around him - she almost passed him over at first - and she doesn't sense death around him, not the way she'd expect of a dead man, but... she has to see.

Without another thought to her current situation, Terry follows a tenuous thread, walking city streets until she stands outside a door, knowing he's behind it.

Her father, alive and himself.

How?


[She is wearing this.]