Mailbox for Cassandra Sandsmark

It took everything Cassie had to fight her nerves as she moved through the picture perfect snowy landscape towards the location she'd been told for the blind date. Sure a part of her was excited but mostly she was nervous. Who could Cupid have set her up with? It helped a little that she knew it wasn't Kon. Actually, it helped alot.

Finally, she arrived at the empty hut and, after a deep breath, stuck her head inside. It had been decorated with tasteful silver and blue holiday decorations and in the center of the room was a beautifully set table for two, with another small table nearby with covered trays that she assumed was dinner. It looked...perfectly romantic and Cassie's breath caught in her throat, reminded of Valentine's Day and Kon and... She quickly shook her head to stop that train of thought. If anything, it proved how much she needed this.

Still looking around at the comfortable furnishings of the hut, she took off her coat and boots, revealing a nice dress Donna had helped pick out just for this occasion. Her hair was done up nicely and out of her coat pocket, she pulled out matching shoes for the dress. Once she'd fiddled with everything, peeked under the covers of the dishes and fussed with her hair in a convenient mirror, she settled down onto a couch by the wall to wait, eyes nervously trained on the door.

Something really weird was going on in Tabula Rasa land and Cassie was set to investigate or at least check on all the people she was close too. Morgan was effected and Dick and Tim seemed occupied keeping her out of trouble. Anatoly and Luthor seemed to be fine when she'd checked on them. She hadn't seen Kon since he missed training but that wasn't exactly out of the normal so she wasn't worried. Yet anyway.

She was currently looking for Karolina to check on her and thus heading towards the club where she knew her female friend was working. Cassie really hoped not. This whole thing was just...creepy.

Cassie was practically bouncing as she jogged down the beach, occasionally even breaking into a skip and a twirl in the sand. Normally, she wasn't the romantic type, giving Cissie a hard time whenever she was roped into watching fluffy romantic movies. But that was all forgotten yesterday. Yesterday had been perfect! Kon had gone all out, with flowers and chocolates and dinner in one of the caves, very private and just the two of them. It was definitely worth the pain of the whole boy thing and the disaster of the first attempted date.

She couldn't exactly gush to the boys without losing her rep, so she was seeking out the one person she could tell all about it in her teenage excitement. Bounding right up to the door, she knocked on the frame before sticking her head inside. "Anatoly? Are you here?"

Cassie felt good. Her head felt light and her cares felt...like nothing! Her movements felt free and she did she mention she didn't have a care in the world. Stupid boys. Who needs them? Except she was a boy, so did she need herself? She bursts out giggling instead of answering it, because it seemed like the thing to do.

A small part in the part of her brain registered the fact she was drunk. Or at least that was her best guess since she'd never had alcohol before. Though she wasn't sure if she had any tonight, since all she remembered Eric giving her was pineapple juice....ooooh! Alcohol pineapple juice! That must have been it! So she had to be drunk. Because this is what she imagined being drunk felt like. Why did people say it was bad? It felt so good!

She wondered what it would be like to fly drunk.

Giggling to herself again, she approached the Titans Treehouse, weaving slightly as she walked, only her still remaining reflexes putting one foot in front of the other.

The Titans Treehouse was quiet early in the morning. The sun had not yet risen so most of the residents were still asleep. Or they were, until a loud shout tore through the air.

Cassie came bursting through her door, still dressed in her sweats and S-shirt pajamas, and while the shirt suddenly fit her a bit better, the sweats were too short. This would be because she was suddenly a he! She wasn't panicking exactly, but she wanted answers and she wanted them now. Yes, she'd been briefed that these kind of things happened, but being briefed and having them actually happen was a whole different thing. A whole different thing being mainly the thing between her legs she was pointedly ignoring.

As the others started drifting out of their rooms, she looked to the others who had been on the island for longer then a month. "Alright, someone explain, Now!" She said in her best Wonder Girl...Boy tone, frowning as her voice came out much rougher then normal.

After finding the statue, Cassie had needed to just get and be alone. Her two sides were at war with each other. Cassie wanted to cry and mourn the boy she loved and the time she'd been cheated out of by being brought here. Bart had said they'd had a year before... But a year wasn't time at all, especially with lives like theirs. On the other hand, Wonder Girl wanted to go cause some damage, rough people up...anything to get out the restless, vengeful energy she felt. At home, things were different, there were things she could do, and it killed her that there was nothing she could do here. Normally when she felt conflicted there was her mom, or Cissie or even Donna and Diana to help her sort through her feelings, but now...now she was on her own and she was having trouble. It was almost like she couldn't tell exactly what she was feeling...because she didn't know exactly who she was. Cassie or Wonder Girl.

That's why she'd run from Bart at the statue. This weakness of identity was something she never wanted the boys to know about. To know there was something she couldn't handle. So she'd found a place to hide. It was a portion of Dick and Roy's tree house that was still being built so she didn't think anybody would notice her there. She sat in her winter clothes, legs pulled up to her chest as she tried desperately to pin down her feelings. Then she could figure out what to do about them.