Day 052: Giddy-up
Summary: In the aftermath of testing both the guards and his own ability to sustain injuries, a Rebel delinquent spends quality time with his long-lost love. He is then interrupted by a jealous, skulking fellow Rebel, and the two discuss options.
Date: 20 July 2016
Related: Follows Oxfor Comes to Camp Jaha, Your Generous Offer, Show Me What You Can Do and Nokru Like You. References Morgan's Incident Report.
Asher Cassandra 

The Row — Camp Jaha

The arching ring of Alpha Station rises high above this still-developing shantytown. Living quarters, workshops, and storage have been built out of panels from the uninhabitable parts of Alpha Station. They run down on either side of a pierced-metal plank roadway, ending in a metal-topped dirt ramp leading up to an airlock entrance to Alpha Station. A large section of Alpha Station's hull has been removed to open up what used to be a work-bay, and has now been turned into a garage for the Ark's few rovers.

A metal fence surrounds the camp, with an open space and then an electrified wire fence beyond that. Outside of the wire fence is a rolling meadow, a peaceful lake, a little stream, and then the lush forests of Trikru lands.

52 Days After Landing, Late Evening

It's late in the evening when Cassandra makes her dilatory return to Camp Jaha, but the summer days are long, and the dimming rose dusk has only just begun to set. She's wearing a cloth-scrap mask and donned her light duster despite the weather, scurrying along the fence as quickly and quietly as she can. After showing her face in the infirmary to look for a certain someone or two – she would not give names – the word came out that she's being hounded by Lieutenant Sharon Wexler, who seeks an interview regarding the incident that occurred four days ago. Promptly claiming amnesia and migraine due to her healing head-injury, she left in a hurry and is now engaged in a peculiar three-way game of hide and seek: hiding from the Guard, while seeking Asher Kholmin and Gideon kom Trikru.

<FS3> Asher rolls Riding: Success. (6 1 8 2 5 5)

If only they could keep Asher in the infirmary when he was injured, all would be right in the world. Still, his wounds are healing, the stitches are holding, and he doesn't have to do any manual labor. So what does Asher do? He goes riding on Steak and New Boots. He's had Steaky tied up for a few days and has finally gotten to take him out, so he went riding up to lake, and then brought him back. Riding requires core muscles. Little known fact.

This has the added effect of making Asher much easier to find. He's just trotting Steaky through the gates and off towards the makeshift area where Steaky and Gideon's horse are tied up.

Horses do make both of Cassandra's targets easier to find. She spots Steak and New Boots before she spots Asher, although of course, the thug seated atop the horse is noted soon after. Nonchalantly turning around when she spots a guard, she sidles along the electric fence, past a group of tents and finally, moves to chase after the horse. There in the Row, she tries to manoeuvre herself along Asher's path with an upward glance towards him. "Howdy, cowboy," she quietly calls out, in her best impression of a Texas accent.

It's a good impression, as far as Arkers are concerned. It vaguely matches the campy drawl that of old spaghetti westerns they've watched on the limited entertainment systems. Fortunately, no actual Texans are around, or they'd be forced to groan and bury their faces in their palm, because it is is a terrible accent as far as old Southern Grounders would be concerned.

Luckily, Asher knows no better than to assume that her accent is spot on. "Howdy, little lady…" That's what John Wayne called ladies…Of course, his accent is not good. Not by real Texan standards or by Spaghetti Western standards. Terrible. Asher should never do accents. He slides off the horse and moves it over towards a post, tying it off.

"Or…whatever it was they said." Good recovery.

<FS3> Cassandra rolls Resolve: Good Success. (7 4 4 3 4 8 7 6)

Cassandra does an amazing job of not laughing at Asher's accent. The corners of her mouth curl just slightly upwards as she intently combats her smirk, and she follows him towards the post. "Not gonna offer me a ride?" she asks, deciding to drop the accent before someone gets hurt. She reaches out to give Steak and New Boots a friendly pat on the neck, sandwiching herself between Asher and his true love (the horse) before she leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Not sticking around for long," she murmurs. "Just came to find you and Giddy-up. I mean, Giddy kom Tri-Skai-Nokru, if that wasn't clear."

A brow is raised at Cassandra. The last time he took her for a ride ON THE HORSE, they got kidnapped and infected the camp with typhoid or something. "Last time I let you on Steaky…" He pauses and arches a brow at her. "We almost died." Literally.

And then he frowns, watching her for a moment as he reaches out to take her hand. "Can't stick around for a bit?" He pauses. "I haven't seen her around."

Though she takes his hand in kind, Cassandra shakes her head. "No," she says. It's polite, but firm. She puts a lot of inflection into that singular syllable, averting her eyes to the ground, and it's clear she's still upset with Asher. That she isn't displaying this with her aggressive default shows she's grown. For now, she pulls herself closer to his chest, which being rather broad, has the added benefit of helping hide her from the guards – or so she thinks; she isn't yet aware that their relationship, if that it can be called, is now public knowledge thanks to Morgan's testimony.

"Guard's looking to interview me 'cause of your…" She bites her tongue, resisting the urge to refer to the matter with an expletive. "The report you made about Breen." She shrugs. "I don't wanna. Told them I don't remember anything and that I gotta dash." She frowns, looks down at Asher's abdomen, then reaches down to try and lift up the hem of his shirt, just enough to check his bandages. "How's your spleen?"

Her singular syllable response is noted by Asher. Brow raised, he nods to her. He gets it. Still, he did what he had to do. Now she's doing what she needs to. He sighs when she leans into him. "I think you should give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen here? You tell them what happened and they don't believe you?" He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He needs a hair cut at some point. On the plus side, that red streak has been re-dyed now that the Ark is here, and he was able to make more dye. He frowns. "It's fine. They barely nicked me."

"Ash." Cassandra grits her teeth, a subtle flush rising in her dusky cheeks. Asher, being injured (as usual) is getting something of a pass, and she carefully keeps her agitation in check. "The last time the Guard made me give a testimony… You know what, never mind." She pulls the hem of his shirt back down after glimpsing the state of his treated injuries, because as much fun as it is to gawk at Asher's topographic abdomen, this isn't the best place to start a strip-show. "I got more important stuff to talk to you about. I… got another offer to be someone's Second. I thought I'd ask what you thought first." She lifts her gaze back to his, and though it remains hardened, her quiet anger is drawing to a standstill as she attempts to change the subject.

Tactical retreat. That's the best option here. Asher watches Cassandra, gaze flickering away from her for a few moments. He watches the guards and the others in the area go about their business. "Look…I get it. It's not like I figure there aren't guards out there just waiting for a chance to catch me alone and off-guard for what I did…" he pauses and then nods. Tactical retreat. Follow your own inner voice, Asher. "Who offered it this time?"

A tactical retreat is wise; Cassandra looks ready to fight. The more Asher talks, the angrier her stare gets. When he changes the subject, she follows. "Gideon," she answers, pursing her lips. "Kom Skaikru." Letting that sink in at first, she continues, "If she takes me on as an apprentice, trains me – like a Second – then I stay here…" With you, she wants to say. They won't be on opposite sides. She won't become Trikru, but it means Asher can join the guard or militia without having to fight her for real if war breaks out.

"I prefer that to Wren…That dude has a Skaikru fetish. Silver…Kai…I think he's trying to start a harem." Not that Asher can blame him really. Given the chance, Asher would start a harem. He falls silent again and then finally adds on, "I want you to do what you want to do, Cass…But obviously I want you here with me." Or in the bodega. "I dunno what I'll do here, but we both know I can't survive out there." He leans forward to kiss her forehead.

"Wren didn't offer," Cassandra says with a half-shrug. "Wouldn't accept if he did." She doesn't say why, but by the decided tone of her voice, she sounds like she has a reason, which likely isn't surprising – Cass finds reason to bear a grudge against almost everyone she meets. "Anyway, we have our own harem, if it's true that Quinn and the others are alive." Oh, she hasn't forgotten. She's most certainly owed a threesome with a certain blonde, to prove some sort of point she doesn't even remember any more.

"You got your stitches tore up again," she says, eyeing Asher knowingly from beneath the kiss on her forehead. "Should be… laid up. Can't fight, can you?"

A shrug is Asher's response to Wren. It's irrelevant, Gideon offered. Asher prefers that. His opinion is clear. "Since when have I let a little flesh wound keep me out of a fight?" He inquires with a raised brow, "I helped with the reapers, I'm gonna help get our people out. Then I'll decide what I'm gonna do." He kisses her forehead once more and rests a hand on his stomach wound, "And now…I gotta go get my meds. They don't give me more than one dose." So he keeps coming back. Clever little leash they have worked out. He'll try to drag Cass along, but odds are they won't let her in anyway.

Thanks to Morgan, Cassandra is in fact allowed into the infirmary; she's expected there. Officially, she works there. But she shakes her head when he tries to drag her along, retreating to keep her presence in Camp Jaha unknown until she can find Gideon kom Skaikru.

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