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[openhands]

Who: Cassandra Pentaghast & YOU!!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: SS Marsiva
When: week of April 12-18

[When Cassandra wakes, she goes from sound asleep to alert in just a matter of a couple of seconds. She's out of bed immediately with a reflexive reach for weapons that aren't there. Naturally, this merits a frustrated growl, but no matter. She doesn't need a sword or shield to do some damage if she must to get out of...wherever this place is.]

[She scans the room with a little more scrutiny with a scowl before she notices the communicator and picks it up. Enjoy your new view of the ceiling, network, while she looks the device over in her hands because she doesn't understand why she has some vague sense of familiarity with it without ever having seen it before in her life. It's at least something to take her mind off the fact she has absolutely no idea how she got here in the first place.]

What is this?

[Answer her before books start getting stabbed, you guys.]

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[dawnwillcome]

[Oh thank every single elven god there is. By now Jove should know better, she should remember that not everyone comes from the same version of Thedas she does, but her immediate joy and relief just from seeing Cassandra, hearing that grumpy voice, it drives those thoughts away.]

I'm afraid you aren't in Thedas anymore, Cassandra. Even so, it's so nice to see you again.

whoa! ease up there, toto!!

[openhands]

[Cassandra balks for a moment before she is immediately and quite visibly suspicious. She doesn't trust anyone who knows her name and yet she does not know theirs. Even more so when there isn't anything about this woman that she immediately can recognize with even a hint of memory.]

Again?

[There's a reserve of questions milling about in her mind. Is this elf responsible for why she's here? Where is here exactly if not in Thedas? Is any of this even real? How did she get to be here even if the elf is not responsible for it? Why doesn't Cassandra remember her? Where is her sword? But she bites back the barrage of questions for the moment, exercising a little bit of caution and not acting on impulse. In a single word, she's asked at least a few of them anyway.]

no!!!!!!!

[dawnwillcome]

Ah. Right.

[While she hadn't forgotten how intimidating Cassandra could be, it's not something Jove had seen directed at her in months. Really, after the first week Cassandra's tone had changed enough that it had been easy to let go of their first encounter, to build their relationship into a friendship that had been strong enough to see them through Haven, through the Fade, hopefully through everything. Cassandra had been like a sister, but this?

Jove feels like she's right back on her knees in a dark cell, hands bound in iron while humans pointed swords at her. For the first time, she finds herself glad people arrive on the Marsiva before being shuffled to their own ship.]

The people who brought you here did so to use you for entertainment. We're all here for that, and it seems they draw us from different versions of the same world at times. My name is Jove, of the Dalish clan Lavellan. I knew you in my own version of Thedas.

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[merchantprince]

[Hey look, a new post on the network.

Oh, it's-- it's Cassandra. Andraste's flaming tits. He hopes this isn't going to turn bad, but he's sure it will.

He really ought to just shut up and leave her alone but this is Varric. Since when does he ever leave well enough alone? Especially when it's people he dislikes.]

Looks like Atroma's pulling in anyone now.

[He takes a sip of his drink, watches her calmly, but with an edge of defensive bitterness.]

[openhands]

[Things between Varric and Cassandra have never been perfect and certainly not always friendly, but they have been better lately. Some of their mutual grievances had at least been smoothed over even if not entirely forgotten. That's why when he addresses her like that, her hackles are instantly raised.]

[As far as she's concerned, she's done nothing to deserve that. Recently, anyway. But if Varric wants to sign up as her punching bag and take the heat of her current anger and frustration, that's fine by her.]

Start talking, Varric. Now.

[merchantprince]

Or what, you'll run another dagger through my book?

[It was her book, but he wrote it. Details. He leans forward, giving her a pretty good view of the chest hair.]

How does it feel to be kidnapped and dragged into something you never wanted to be a part of? Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

Anyway. I didn't have anything to do with this, Seeker. If I had a choice in it, you would be about as far from me as physically possible.

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[serves]

[He was joking when he said it was a matter of time before all of the Inquisition arrived, but now he's not so sure...

Either way, he's relieved to see it's Cassandra.]

Cassandra. Welcome aboard.

[openhands]

Cullen. [Aaaaaaand that's about as much as she's willing to exchange in terms of pleasantries right now.] Where are you?

[serves]

The Huntress, a different ship. Soon you'll be assigned to one as well.

[Does it sound crazy? Yes. Cullen's smile is a little strained.]

[faithfulwisdom]

The small device you are apparently turning over in your hands is a communicator.

[And if she does flip it over, she'll find a golden-haired elf looking back at her with a sympathetic smile.]

The rest will require a longer explanation. I would assume, my lady, that you have arrived aboard the Marsiva, a ship which sails among the stars. [Yes, he knows it sounds mad. Very little about this situation won't sound mad.]

[openhands]

[Somehow, Cassandra finds it in herself to be a little irritated with "my lady," but she won't comment on it now. She is entirely cognizant of how little that matters in comparison to everything else right now.]

[She turns the communicator back over.]

A ship among the stars? [Maker's breath, what has she gotten herself into?] How is that even possible?

[faithfulwisdom]

[She had better mention it at some point, if she wants it to stop.]

Would that I knew! I have been given explanations involving a great many words that I do not fully understand- 'engines,' 'thrusters,' and 'anti-gravity.' Alas, I am afraid it is all lost on me.

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[grabthecheese]

[she was just in that situation herself, so Polly has so much sympathy.]

You're holding it the wrong way up. I can't tell you how it works, but it's for communicating with people.

[openhands]

[She'll get it the right away again after a moment or two. She also appreciates a direct answer like that to her question.]

How many people exactly?

[grabthecheese]

[She figured. Unfortunately it just gets more confusing from there!]

I'm not sure. Everyone on the ships, at least.

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[killedwithlove]

[Feel honoured, Cassandra. Cole will very rarely use the communications because he hates seeing people and not being able to see them.]

Cassandra!

[Then he pauses, the excitement dropping away to wariness.]

... do you know me? Are you the you that I know, or that someone else knows?

[openhands]

[Wary as she was at first about Cole, Cassandra went from not minding his presence to something resembling friendship. So, she's glad to see him in her restrained sort of way. She just doesn't know he is adjusting to all of this. Both for his sake and the sake of others. It's not something she thinks she needs to really spell out for him, however. It's always been an understanding between the two of them even if it came as a bit of a surprise to Cassandra that Cole would or could see the necessity.]

I know who you are, Cole. I haven't forgotten.

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[deshabille]

It looks like the ceiling. Why are you pointing that thing at the ceiling?

[Deliberate unhelpfulness is a go.]

[openhands]

[Deliberate unhelpfulness is not appreciated. If looks could kill, the one she's giving once the communicator is turned the right way would probably be enough to set Mal on fire.]

If you have nothing useful to say, I would suggest you stop talking.

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[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris pays attention to the Inquisition greeting her, and more importantly, how Varric does. ]

...So you'd be Cassandra.

[His tone is even. The most he's heard about her is from the dwarf, and Varric hasn't exactly given a glowing report of her. He's prone to...exaggerating the facts, but that doesn't make the elf any less cautious. The kidnapping of a dear friend does that to a person. ]

Varric has mentioned you.

[openhands]

[Cassandra greets Fenris with a disgusted noise and roll of her eyes.]

I'm sure he's had nothing but positive things to say.

[But sarcasm aside, she's not apologizing or justifying herself and her actions to anyone. She did what was necessary because it needed to be done. If Varric chooses to remain sore on the subject, that's on him.]

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[serpentis]

[Okay, let's play the game of "how fast can we annoy Cassandra Pentaghast".]

Cassandra. I do wonder what we ever did without your endlessly charming face and your little...how did it go again? I never could quite harness the same annoyed carelessness in my voice.

Ugh? No, that's not quite it. You'll have to give me a moment...

[openhands]

[She almost does it. She almost makes the sounds Dorian is looking for, but the most she does is curl a lip in a faint snarl because she's not giving you the satisfaction, ser.]

I'm glad you find all of this so amusing.

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[theboogieman]

[...some wild text appears!]

communication device. you're on a ship called Marsiva. part of some entertainment program.

[openhands]

[Whoa!!!]

Who is being entertained by any of this?