Cassandra Acton.

MP for Poplar and Limehouse. Economic Secretary to the Treasury. 37 / LSE Graduate Former Trader @ Goldman Sachs Prime Minister's Sister.

[cassandra-acton]

Cassandra Acton attends Valentine’s Day @ The Barbican Centre. Date: Friday, February 13th, 2026. Escorted By: Silas Agreste.

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @cassandra-acton WHEN: New Years Eve, 2025. WHERE: London.

Benjamin had spent most of the evening at the room’s periphery, not from exclusion, but by the sheer fact...he wanted to watch. From there, his eyes trained upon the room as his boss often did. It was a habit borrowed from Melissa, and now indoctrinated into his being. A faint curve of his lips accompanied champagne flute in hand,.

She had taught him early that solitude, by choice, could be strategic. That occupying one’s own space, unbothered, was a power in its own right. Observation sharpened influence, but only if one knew how to wield it in silence. Knowledge, after all, was leverage. But...in all honesty, all he'd seen this evening was laughter. Business was forgone for the celebrations of New Years Eve.

A sudden flash of blonde cut through his line of sight. "Ms. Acton."

[cassandra-acton]

Yep, she was absolutely hammered. Well and truly white girl wasted.

With two kids and a demanding job as a junior minister, she was obviously going to enjoy herself when a rare chance presented itself. The good thing about these elite parties (when they weren't being blown to bits by the fucking Russians) was that at least people were tight-lipped about what went on behind closed doors. If she did act like an asshole, the outside world wouldn't know about it.

Convenient, because she was absolutely in asshole mode tonight.

The sound of a voice calling out her name as she made her way back through the crowd—a shot of tequila in each hand, naturally—was enough to temporarily divert her attention from the group that awaited her. It took a moment for her brain to register who it was. Melissa's little shadow. Always happy to see her, though.

"Benjamin, right?" If she was right, it'd be a fucking miracle given that she wasn't sure she even remembered her own name anymore.

[the-izabele-anasenko]

Izabele had already been turning away, one hand steadying her son as Dimitri tugged insistently at her coat, determined to investigate a particularly fascinating patch of gravel near the path.

At Cassie’s voice, she paused — then smiled softly, the kind of expression that came easily to a woman used to smoothing rough edges.

“She’s right,” Izabele added gently, her accent calm rather than scolding. “Little ears pick up far more than we think.”

She glanced back briefly, instinctively, toward the man lingering a few paces behind them — unobtrusive, pretending far too convincingly to be absorbed in his phone. Satisfied, she knelt to adjust Dima’s hat, brushing a thumb over his cheek.

“Say дякую, Dima,” she murmured. He didn’t quite manage it, but offered a solemn nod in its place.

When she rose, her attention returned fully to Cassie, something quietly understanding in her eyes. “They insist we bring help now,” she said softly, almost apologetic, as though explaining an inconvenience rather than a precaution. “Even to the park.”

Her gaze flicked toward the birds overhead, then back to Cassie. “I suppose it makes places like this feel… safer. Or at least, it lets them worry a little less.”

The smile she offered was warm, maternal. “And worrying less is a luxury I’m learning to appreciate.”

[cassandra-acton]

Yeah, you bet your ass Cassie recognised the woman immediately. As if the accent wasn't enough of a dead giveaway, for years she had been dissecting the Vorshevsky family and their connections not only to organised crime, but the HCA. Their faces were etched into her mind with terrifying clarity. She'd founded an entire fucking committee dedicated to forcing them out of her city.

This was Mikhail's wife. Apparently, with all the fucking audacity in the world.

"Oh, you feel unsafe?"

"Well, I'm so glad that you get the luxury of feeling a bit better about it now. It must have been so incredibly difficult for you to make your adult decision to marry into a family of degenerate monsters. My heart bleeds."

That poor little baby boy deserved so much better.

[felixrodriguez]

"Fu- fu- fu-" Of course now was the time that Isabel was going to decide to babble. Not at home when Félix and Yvonne were trying to encourage her with appropriate words (Mamí, of course. After Yvonne almost died giving birth to her, he wasn't going to deprive her of their daughter's first words), but here in the park with swear words. She truly was his daughter.

"Oh, Mummy is going to kill me if she misses your first words and if they're swears." He glanced over at Cassie and then back to Isabel. "And Aunt Cassie's going to kill me if you encourage Brigitte."

[cassandra-acton]

"Oh, she's definitely your kid, huh?"

The admonishment was only joking on her part. Cassie fully understood the struggle and anxiety of not knowing what your kid was going to blurt out in public. Especially when they were still learning. Kaidan had spent weeks saying cunt instead of can't, and she wasn't sure she'd ever emotionally recover.

Of course, she covered Brigitte's ear, pressing the other to her chest, before responding: "Aunt Cassie has certainly considered murdering you for less."

[val-dautremer]

Valérie had a hand on both men's shoulders, putting enough pressure to remind them both where they all were. They'd found her on a brief escape from the house - and her tornado-like children - to relay that there was an issue in one of the neighborhoods under her domain. Nothing that couldn't be handled with a bit of attention but enough to find her, immediately.

The men were now arguing over how to handle the problem. One thing led to another and the more vocal of the two let his emotions get the better of him. It barely registered with Val until the woman's admonishment. Her eyes traveled from the quarreling pair to the blonde across the way.

Val kept her voice low. "Enough. I don't need to hear anymore." She nodded to the man who'd committed the current crime. "Take care of it your way but be delicate, oui? If not, I'll deal with it and no one will be happy then." The Commandant was not as vicious as her peers but there was a reason she held the position she did. The Frenchmen nodded and scurried off, giving Cassandra Acton a wide berth.

"Apologies. They're very...passionate. I'm sure you of all people can appreciate that. Still," her features softened as she looked at the little girl in her arms, "I understand where you're coming from. I have four of my own."

[cassandra-acton]

Well, at least the woman apologised. A promising start.

With the concession granted, Cassie deflated somewhat, no longer on the immediate offensive. The two men in question skulked off after the woman muttered something she couldn't (and frankly didn't want to) hear, and the politician's eyes followed them suspiciously until they finally disappeared out of sight.

When she returned her gaze to the woman—French, it sounded like—Cassie couldn't help but sense some familiarity. Crossed paths at an event, perhaps..? London was no small city, and her curiosity was piqued.

"Four is crazy work. I thought two was too much to handle. I guess, at the very least, it's primed you for babysitting grown men," she commented, nudging her head in the direction of the men who'd just exited.

[yvonne-rutherford]

Yvonne: I always need snacks.

Yvonne: There’s a preteen and a four year old who keep eating all of mine.

Yvonne: Thank you. We are excited, even if the idea of having two kids under two at once, a five year old, and a teenager is striking fear into my heart

[cassandra-acton]

Cassie: You can't just keep casually dropping that she's five already like that. It makes me feel like an absolute pensioner. Cassie: Okay maybe we should forgo snacks. Cassie: A Big Mac box full of Xanax? Cassie: Wait I'm not a doctor. Text your asshole brother and make sure that's okay first.

[cassandra-acton]

@mobscene-starters Location: Green Park. Date: 4/1/2026.

Usually, Cassie kept her children out of the public eye.

The press was notoriously ruthless, especially as far as politicians were concerned, and she didn't want photographs of them plastered all over the tabloids when she had a certifiable price on her head courtesy of her anti-Russian rhetoric.

They were getting older, though. Keeping them cooped up when they wanted to go out and explore the world seemed cruel. So, against her better judgement, the woman scooped up Brigitte (her son on a fishing expedition with Silas doing boring man things) and decided to enjoy her last day of freedom before Parliament returned after the Christmas break.

The two year old was absolutely fascinated by a pair of bright green birds in a tree, squirming in her mother's arms in search of freedom, but Cassie was preoccupied with a heated conversation happening just across the path. Plenty of cursing. And damn, if it wasn't an election year, she'd have told them to shut the fuck up right back...

"Do you think maybe we could keep the swearing down?" First, she would attempt diplomacy. "Little ears and all." Little ears, sure, and a mum with a big fucking attitude.

[yvonne-rutherford]

Yvonne: I'm never letting him get me pregnant again.

Yvonne: Holy shit is it worse the third time around.

[cassandra-acton]

Cassie: Yup and I never plan on finding out. Cassie: GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. Cassie: Call me if you need snacks. I've got you. 😘

[yvonne-rutherford]

Text to Cassie, Leyla, Alexis

Yvonne: You know that three day hangover I was complaining about? Yvonne: [picture of positive pregnancy test] Yvonne: Turns out it wasn't a hangover.

[cassandra-acton]

Cassie: Bruh. Cassie: I was going to start lecturing you about getting old, but now I'm just going to start lecturing you about starting a football team. Cassie: CONGRATS MAMA. 🎉 Cassie: Now tell Félix to put his dick away unless he plans on being a seahorse next time.

[cassandra-acton]

Ⓐ

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[cassandra-acton]

@CassieActon: Merry Christmas, losers. I hope you all got coal. It's what you deserve. 🎄 (Brody said that, not me.)

[cassandra-acton]

Cassandra Acton attends Hallowe'en 2025 @ The Venue. Date: Friday, 7/11/25. Dressed as: Spencer Berkeley. Escorted By: Silas, as Elizabeth Acton.

[cassandra-acton]

@spencerberkeley [text]

Cassie: If you're thinking of going to that stupid club, then don't. Cassie: And if you're going to be a dumb bitch and do it anyway, then I hope you break your arm again. Cassie: I said what I said.

[cassandra-acton]

@CassieActon: Well, we were being ✨aesthetic bitches✨ until Charles showed up. Then Ms. Tits Out for Jesus (@nora-berkeley) threw up in her own hair, and he fell down the stairs and broke his ankle. Oh, and I accidentally burnt a hole into my fiancé with a sparkler. HAPPY NEW YEAR. WOULDN'T WANT TO SPEND IT ANY OTHER WAY. 🎉🎇 @spencerberkeley @silasagreste

[maksimkurylenko]

"Relax, gerbil-wrangler. Nobody's trying to touch your chew toy." Oh, he would, twice...or more, depending on the space and stamina: tents were cramped, and he was large...

And while on most occasions he was glad to see Cassie, he knew he was in for whatever mood she decided to take out on him tonight. "Alright, let's hear it. Get it out your system now, so you can dance the night away and feel proud of yourself." his lips tilting, trying to banish the smile.

[cassandra-acton]

"You wish I'd wrangle you. And please, don't be thinking about that later when she starts building a wall of luggage between you, and you're all alone."

Of course she was already drunk, and given how many times they'd crossed paths whilst she was in this particular state, he likely knew it. It'd taken her all of two hours after getting to the campsite to achieve ascension.

"I cross my heart promise that I have never felt proud of myself after talking with you, Maks. In fact, I mostly just feel like I need a fucking shower. So glad to know I have one to go back to unless I get relegated to the favelas for headbutting you."

[cassandra-acton]

@maksimkurylenko Location: Off the beaten track so no one can hear him scream. Time: Friday Night.

"Try to dick her down and I will quite literally snap it off, you fucking gerbil."

[drrutherford]

'An MP is being assaulted!'

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see some onlookers turning to face them, thanks to the PSA at the top of her lungs, but damn it, just this minute he doesn't care. Doesn't care how it looks, or that he's meant to be the image of peace and hospitality, given this whole thing is happening on his family's lands.

No such thing as peace where Cassandra bloody Acton's concerned.

He releases her wrist, alright. But only to grab hold of her t-shirt with both hands.

Mercilessly, he starts to yank. "YES, Cassie!! Yes!... You're supposed to-" He tugs, they struggle, he nearly has it over the scratchy fabric of her overalls, but for the obstacle of her waving arms. "- To say – fucking – no!"

[cassandra-acton]

"I THOUGHT WE WERE PAST YOU TRYING TO GET ME OUT OF MY CLOTHES."

When he lunges for her shirt, a struggle absolutely ensues. Cassie is not about to give up on a gift that will undoubtedly keep on giving.

"You're crazy! You look like a crazy person right now," she shrieked, attempting to hit his hands away from her with a flurry of slaps, her eyebrows pulled into a defensive frown. One hand moved to attempt to push him backwards by the chest, the other desperately clinging to the pink masterpiece that was about to be ruined. "You're going to stretch your fucking face and I'll be walking around all weekend like 'get Gideon the Elephant Man laid again'. Nobody is going to sleep with you then!"