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Who: Caster and everyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide video, accidental then intentional.
Action: Marsiva
When: Now!

[When the feed first turns on, it doesn't seem to have been done so intentionally. Nothing's moving on the screen, not much is happening. The lights are dimmed, and there's a pink-haired girl with fox ears and a big fluffy tail staring blankly at the windows

In fact, she's so still it almost seems hard to tell that it's a video and not a still image, until she finally says something, to herself since she's unaware of the camera.]

Once again, to be taken from their side before the end... I suppose this is punishment.

[But rather than expanding on that, she just flicks her tail idly, and it knocks the communicator down, ending the feed in a crash of static.]

[When the feed starts back up a couple hours later, there's a broad smile across her face, perky and peppy enough to make it seem like the previous broadcast never happened.]

Sent from the moon to debut among the stars, the lovely fox wife, Servant: Caster makes her appearance! ♥

... Or so I'd like to say, but honestly, this is the strangest summoning I've ever been through. I think I've gotten the basics, like that there's no Holy Grail War, or any Grail itself, for that matter. Honestly, I'm surprised, but I'm not unhappy to be summoned to a place like this! The SF trend isn't really my thing, though. I know that's what's popular these days, but really, the decoration could use some work, but it beats that fake school. And I'm not sure why someone like me would get summoned for a reality TV show...

But, anyway, all of that is beside the point. It seems like my contract is gone, so... Does anyone know what happens to a Servant without a Master here? I think this is something of an unprecedented situation.

And, for those of you watching at home, be sure to keep watching and support your cute Caster! And for the sponsors, be sure to send fried tofu!

[With a cheerful wave, she cuts the feed.]

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Mm, well... The Holy Grail and the War are... Well, they're boring, so never mind on those parts!

That's true... When I get summoned, I'm supposed to be granted information on the era automatically, but everything I heard before never mentioned this.

[Dryly:] As it so happens, I've got more than enough time on my hands, so bore me all you like.

How does summoning you work, usually?

Are you just going to keep asking until I tell you? [Her voice makes it clear she's pouting.]

Usually the summoning ritual is just managed entirely by the Moon Cell.

Aye. [He can practically hear the pout in her tone, so he matches it with his own blunt tone.]

A--Moon Cell. [A long, long pause, then a sigh, as if he can't really believe what he's going to say next:] I'm guessing this isn't actually a jail on the moon. [Because that's what cells are, in his experience, but he's not too sure what the moon or a jail would have to do with summoning somebody.]

You know, girls don't like guys that stubborn. You're definitely single, aren't you?

Well... I suppose it depends on how you define a jail. The SE.RA.PH system specifically does things like the summoning of Servants, though.

[It's not exactly a jail, but she remembers the people who didn't want to be there... Well, if she couldn't escape it with her Master, then maybe it's close enough.]

I suppose it's just as well I took vows never to marry, then.

[It still didn't stop him from breaking them with Ygritte while undercover, but that's a whole other and incredibly complicated mess.]

Is even jail so different on other worlds? I know it to be somewhere you keep someone accused of a crime--does this Moon Cell or--Seraph [the word comes out oddly, as if he's trying it out for the first time] work the same way?

Ehh, what, are you a monk? Be careful you don't end up burned inside a bell, then.

[She's pretty sure if this guy doesn't know about Servants, he probably won't understand the reference, so she's just amusing herself at this point.]

It doesn't work that way, you enter willingly. But you know, you're asking a lot of questions for someone who won't even show their own face.

A man of the Night's Watch. [At least he used to be, but he's not sure now.] I've been burned before, but never inside a bell.

[A breath.] All right, then. If I show you what I look like, will you keep answering? And mayhaps I might even answer some of yours--does that seem fair to you?

Eh, 'night watch'?

Well, if you answer my questions, I might answer yours. But I won't talk about the things I don't want to talk about.

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