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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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[He doesn't want to talk or think or acknowledge they exist, Riona, let him live the denial.]

Well, no one looks good in a helmet or cowl, that's just the nature of them.

But you saw how ridiculous that thing was. I mean, it had a plume floofy thing on top! Entirely unnecessary! And worst yet, my husband commissioned that damn thing so he did it on purpose.

[Likely to get back at her for leaving him at the mercy of the court.]

[That makes him laugh.]

Oh, a man after my own heart, I understand why you chose him.

I'll grant you, that helmet was awful, but clearly he simply wanted you safe so you could come home, right? Well...maybe not the plume...but, still, it did make for a good distraction for Pounce, he loved that thing.

[True, that armor DID make her feel like a bulwark and that was probably the point.

But the helmet]

Well, as long as it served some purpose for one of my men, I suppose I can live with that.

[He laughs and it's full of affection.]

And that's why you're an amazing Commander. Truly, only someone like you could hold together the near-disaster that was our group.

[Groan.]

Another near disaster of a group? Maker, what is it with me and pooling together such bands?

You are gifted with that sort of charm, my dear lady.

Charm, or desperation? I'm thinking desperation.