snow blind

[ she hates being caught in a blizzard. it's not the first or worst time it's happened to her, but holy hell, that was terrible. she's bundled in layers, a heavy coat, hat, scarf and gloves--but that can only do so much against wind and snow. cassandra finally steps into the inn, stomping the snow off of her boots and hurrying towards the fire as she pulls off her hat. the look on her face is kind of reminiscent of a soaked cat., even if her teeth are chattering a little. ]

That sucked.

cold call

[ you know what? she's never actually built a snow man. problems of never really getting to be a kid, right there. so here cassandra is, once the storm clears out, starting to shore up the base for one. she... thinks she's doing this right? it looks okay. probably. she's only seen this on tv, but it can't be that hard.

care to give her a hand? or maybe take advantage of the fact she's distracted? it's prime snowball weather, after all. ]

network: video

[ cass squints at her watch's camera for a second, before nodding, satisfied that it's going. she presses her mouth into a line, thoughtfully, before she speaks with a little wave. ]

Um, hi. If... anyone's interested, I can. Give martial arts training? Or just... help people stay sharp. I'm good. One of the best.

wildcard

[ or just do whatever! i'm not your mom, your boss, or a cop, hit me if you've got an idea you wanna do ]