<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b9/31/78/b93178dc9f345235e356d2cbc063fe03.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> Cassandra</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Apollo<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Swimming pool<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Apollo, open.<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>20th, morning,<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>bored mostly, kind of floating in mind and body.<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>white one piece swimsuit<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong><br/><br/><br/>The ancient Greek had long long ago developed the ability to just.... Kind of shut off all conscious thought and drift along until something snapped her out of it. A state where she was vaguely aware of time passing, but nothing really mattered. Her record was three full weeks of basically just staring at a plain wall and startling back to reality as simply as if she had been napping. And even then, what woke her was a landline phone she hadn't known was in the house ringing.<br/><br/>So she had vaguely sensed someone coming, and coming towards the pool rather fast. She just hadn't cared. But the bobbing about stirred her from the lethargic trance, and she looked up at Apollo junior.<br/><br/>"Oh hello housemate." She said, ever so vaguely. "Good ceremony, huh? The blue haired lady did a good job, I think. I moved my stuff, the entire backpacks worth, into my room. How do you want to split up the fridge?"