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[irish_vagabond]

Right, so.

Cassidy's best friend has some kind of super-cool Jedi mind-control powers now. Like all of God's creation was in a blender inside him. That's what he said.

How to deal, how to deal.

Smoke something. Yes. That'll help.

Cassidy heads through the rectory kitchen and slips his sunglasses on before opening the back door. But instead of finding the vast, dry expanse of Texan desert, he finds Milliways.

This will do, too.

He continues on his way past the bar and out the back way. The sun is just setting, thankfully, so he flops down into a chair in the shade, puts his boots up on the porch railing, and lights up a joint. Except it's not a real joint, it's just attic insulation rolled up in cigarette paper.

Botherable.

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[childofrebellion]

At some point after returning to the ship with Kay, Cassian's back in bar and also outside.

Its easier to rest his ankle and not get questions, he's looking through some new intel on his datapad and sipping at a drink when Cassidy comes out and he waves then frowns, "What are you smoking?"

[irish_vagabond]

"Oh, hey."

Cassidy waves away the resulting smoke that has a weird burning chemical smell to it.

"Insulation."

A faint beat.

"When you're in the middle of nowhere with very limited funds, you hafta improvise."

[childofrebellion]

"Does it do anything for you?"

Except possibly poison him but then its Cassidy who's really hard to kill.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy takes another drag and shrugs, looking out toward the lake and the setting sun, brow furrowed above the rims of his sunglasses.

"Eh, not much. Just a buzz. Might need a few to really get somethin' going. Don't worry, I do this all the time."

[childofrebellion]

"I still have a few of those major pain pills left in my room from when I was hurt if that would do more for you,"

Its something he can do and maybe see if there's a way to bring something back that's stronger and safe for Cassidy as smoking building material seems bound to end up badly.

[irish_vagabond]

"You do?" he says, turning to him with eyebrows raised. "Ah, that'd be awesome, mate, thanks muchly."

Cassidy can add things to them to draw out the effects. Like liquor!

[childofrebellion]

"I didn't give all of them away in the deal just enough to prove something and was never going to use that many. Wait here,"

He stands up with a slight wince at his ankle and sets his drink and datapad down, he trusts Cassidy to watch over it. Then he goes up to his room and returns with the remaining pills, about ten. When he gets back, he's limping more and after handing over the pills takes a moment to adjust his ankle.

[irish_vagabond]

That limp is noticeable. So when Cassian returns and gives him the bottle of pills, he asks, "Sure you don't need any yourself?"

[childofrebellion]

"Its not bad enough for those. I have some lighter ones. A droid threw me against a wall but the mission went successfully,"

And there's whiskey in his caf.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric comes out of the forest, following the path by the lake before turning back towards the bar. He sings as he walks, a complex tune that seems to wind around him like something alive.

Scampering around his feet as he walk are half a dozen black and red rabbits. Well, they looks like rabbits. Only bigger. And occasionally belching little gouts of flame.

He pauses as the reaches the edge of the garden, letting the rabbits scampering around him and then scatter.

He comes up to the porch, a mild whiff of kerosene on his clothes. "Hello, Cassidy."

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy sits up a bit with a muttered holy shite when he sees the fire-breathing rabbits following Sinric like he was a Disney princess. No, he's not just hallucinating it.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" he says, returning the greeting when Sinric approaches. "Those the demon bunnies I been hearing about?"

The smoke that surrounds Cassidy just smells of weird burning chemicals. He waves it away as best he can.

[thewidewideworld]

"That was them, yes. We have... an understanding, them and I." He smiles, before entering Cassidy's cloud. "What is that?" He coughs.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy exhales his last drag through the corner of his mouth and bats the smoke away.

"Sorry, sorry, it's-- literally not fit for human consumption. It's rubbish, really," he says, pinching the end of the joint and putting it out.

"So, those demon bunnies, then, they understand that they're not s'posed to set you on fire?"

[thewidewideworld]

"But you enjoy it?" He asks, trying to work out why anyone would want anything that foul.

"They have no desire to hurt me. Nor I, them. And they enjoy my song so I am glad to sing for them."

[irish_vagabond]

"Uhhh...this? Not really? Tastes like shite, but the burn is good, not enough of a buzz, though. But it's the only thing I could find to smoke. Don't worry, I do this all the time, I just don't have the money yet for proper weed or anything else that's recreational."

He would've raided the supply closet in the rectory for a bottle of Windex or Drano but Emily would've noticed what was missing.

"As long as they don't follow you home. People might take issue with red rabbits that breathe fire."

[thewidewideworld]

"Would you like something better? I'm happy to ask the bar for some. Better that than whatever was it that." He gestures at the end of the weird reefer.

He laughs warmly at that. "There would be panic in streets of Paris, if I brought the demon bunnies back with me. I fear they might think me a sorcerer for it."

[irish_vagabond]

"Wait, seriously, can you? That'd be awesome, thanks!" he says brightly. "From your time? Maybe it'll be something I haven't tried before." He's not expecting anything particularly hardcore, but hallucinogens and opiates are cool.

"As if you didn't have enough magicality about you, you don't need to be leading a pack of bunnies through the streets, heh."

[shakemyhand]

Guide, who is sitting in a nearby chair reading, growls.

"That stinks," he hisses.

[irish_vagabond]

"Jaysus Christ," he spits, startled, looking over at the Wraith.

"Aye, well, I'll stop smokin' it when I'm finished."

[shakemyhand]

Guide growls at him, a low gravely sound deep in his throat.

He doesn't understand why humans smoke at all, it just seems strange. It isn't something his kind do, and it seems that it would do more damage than good. At least a Wraith would be able to heal any damage.

"Then hurry up," he commands irritably.

[irish_vagabond]

"Y'know, I was gonna move my chair to the other end of the porch, but..."

He takes another deep drag, holds it a moment, and slowly breathes out a cloud of acrid smoke that smells of burning chemicals.

[shakemyhand]

Guide glares at him, wondering if he would be able to rip the creature's guts out and hog time him with the gore. He's also wondering if a vampire needs lungs to survive.

[irish_vagabond]

Sure, Guide can try, but it won't kill Cassidy.

Meanwhile Cassidy isn't thinking of anything else but the abrasive fiberglass char scraping his trachea as he inhales the toxic smoke.

He stares out toward the lake, ignoring that glare unless the guy actually wants him to continue being an asshole.

[shakemyhand]

Guide settles in with his dimly back-lit tablet to read. He was stubbornly and maliciously reading at Cassidy despite the smelly smoke all the while growling from time to time. And eventually laughing at a passage in his book.

[irish_vagabond]

Eventually Cassidy finishes his joint, it's crap, really, and the chemical buzz is weak, but it was the only thing in the entire church that he could smoke. He does wave away the fumes for Guide's sake, because he's not about to start a feud over something stupid. Again.

He crosses his boots at the ankle and tips his chair back, the sinking sun reflecting in his mirrored glasses.

"Somehow you didn't strike me as the reading type," he says casually after a while.