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Who: Anders
Broadcast: Video, fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva, if at all
When: Today

[The video turns on to see a bunch of fabric. A keen eye might notice it looks kind've like a skirt. A knowing eye would recognize it as mage's robes. The man holding the communicator isn't paying it any attention beyond having picked it up, he's too busy making kissing noises as he searches the too empty ship.]

Pounce! Ser-Pounce-a-lot! Here, kitty!

[The tone of voice he was using was higher and probably sounded a little ridiculous.]

Please don't have gotten into any trouble...

[But there was definite concern in his tone as the man searched for his missing kitten.
At least until his step staggers and then stops and there's a catch in his breathing that could nearly be called a gasp.]

Well...would you look at that...

[Not that anyone could with the screen still faced away, but Anders had no thought for the device or much of anything aside from his kitten and the large window displaying the vast emptiness of space before him.]

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[Fenris is a giver like that. ]

Marginally less annoying.

My name is Fenris. You will know me back in Thedas, in your future. In Kirkwall.

Margins can be large or small, I find. How about this: I'll pretend it's a large margin for both of us, even if I'm fairly certain you meant a small one. Then we can both be happy, I can pretend it's a large margin and I'm not annoying as 'that other guy' and you can continue on blissfully knowing the truth.

[He's a problem solver like that.]

Kirkwall, eh? I look forward to annoying you in the future then, Fenris.

[Kirkwall Kirkwall Kirkwall, it's like a taunt on everyone's lips and they didn't even know it. He'd been trying to get to Kirkwall for years and the Templars always stopped him. Now he was a Gray Warden and could potentially go to the city of his own accord and instead, he was here.

The Maker certainly had a sense of humor. Good thing Anders did as well.]

When you are concerned, I'm never happy.

[Screw you, Anders, he's gonna piss in your Cheerios. ]

Yes, Mage, of that much I am very certain. You had cats here. They were on the Pathstone last I was aware.

[There. He did one not dickish thing to you. That's his max of not-dickish-things-to-do-for-Anders used up for the year reached. ]

[Wow Fenris, rude.

Except that part right there and Anders' face lights up for the news.]

Really? That's news. I'll look for them when I can, then.

[Hold your breath Fenris, this is gonna be weird.]

Thank you.

[Ugh, gross. He made Anders happy. He takes it all back.]

Do not thank me. They may not wish to part with the beasts.