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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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[So much, udek.]

[Cassandra tries to keep up with Cole's tangents, but he often loses her quickly because, frankly, she doesn't always have the patience to try and decipher what it is he's saying. Other times, she just doesn't have whatever it takes to make sense of it. And sometimes she understands it perfectly and wishes that she didn't.]

What are you talking about, Cole?

[...Not that...she really expects a straight answer. But when she can grasp at a little of it, she'll try for more.]

[Cole looks at her and frowns.]

I can see you. But I can't see you. I can hear your voice, but not you and it makes everything more difficult.

Varric. He's Varric. But he hasn't been to Conclave yet. You haven't become friends yet. He didn't even know me. He's Varric, but he's not our Varric.

Jove is the Inquisitor. But not the Inquisitor I knew in Skyhold.

[It's...somewhat a straightforward answer. Or actually, it's a very straight answer and Cassandra is struggling to wrap her head around it being even remotely plausible. It at least offers some explanation as to why Varric is acting the way he is, albeit not actually relieving any of her own frustration and irritation towards the dwarf.]

And who is the Inquisitor to you?

[Cole seems reluctant to answer that for a long moment, rocking on the spot and looking somewhere else, like he might get it wrong.]

Cadash. Nadezhda Cadash. She wears her tattoos as proud as any Dalish.

[It was one thing to Cassandra to think that there was another Inquisitor Lavellan. This moves far, far beyond that. Cassandra's eyes widen.]

Cadash? [She shakes her head a little.] The Inquisitor I know is Dalish, though she is not Jove.

Cadash. She shaves the sides of her head and stands on a chair to look Solas in the eye when she yells. She fells down the stairs after drinking too much and laughed that the stone would never hurt her, but she had a big bruise she showed everyone the next day.

[She shakes her head.]

I have never even heard of anyone by that name.

Oh.

I guess you're not the Cassandra I knew, then...

[He looks worried and then leans in close to the screen.]

You'll still kill me if I'm danger, right?

Of course, [she says, without hesitation.]

[He visibly relaxes, nodding slightly.]

Good. Good. I know you can do it.

[She'd rather have Cole at ease. In a subconscious sort of way, it puts her more at ease. He's difficult to predict on a good day, but even harder when he's agitated about something.]

You mentioned Solas. Where is he exactly?

Here! On the Pathstone.

[He doesn't mention Solas leaving them. No one else seems to know what happened after Corypheus was destroyed, so he presumes she doesn't either.

Cole is good at keeping secrets when he has to.]

He's going to teach me to paint.

[Cassandra knows of his leaving, but she won't broach the topic either. She doesn't want to upset Cole with what he might not already know as she's well aware that Solas and Cole share a very close bond with one another.]

That's...kind of him to teach you. If you speak with him before I do, tell him I would like to talk with him. Privately.

[Cole rocks back and forth briefly, looking elsewhere.]

I can't hear you from here. I don't like it. When I talk to you, I should hear the right things, hear Anthony and Grandmother and you going distant and close...

I'll tell him. You can make the communications talk one to one to people. I think. I don't use it, I don't like it.

[Cassandra is actually not that bothered right now that Cole can't get into her head. True, sometimes he has managed to bring her comfort, but other times? She just doesn't want to chance one of those other times right now with everything else.]

Would you like to stop talking for now then? Until we can speak in person and you can...hear me?

I don't mind. If you want to talk, I want to talk to you. But I know you find me unsettling, even now I'm more like other people.

Would you prefer if I don't come near you? I can do that too.

[Her eyebrows raise slightly at that. More like other people? Then his Inquisitor must have taken Varric's advice perhaps. Or something else went different when Solas offered his guidance to Cole. She supposes that it doesn't change much about Cole as he is, not in any major, fundamental way that she is aware of or can see right now, but still.]

And how would I read to you if you don't come near me? [A beat.] I did read to you where you're from, didn't I?

[Her words bring a hesitant smile to his face, peering from his hat to her.]

Will you still do the voices?

[She laughs a little, quietly.]

Of course.

[He presses closer, like it might close the distance.]

This Varric hasn't written Sword and Shields yet, though.

That's all right. I'm sure we can find something else.

[Maybe not something as equally terrible and magnificent, but you know. It can't be the only bad romance novel out there in the whole world. Worlds.]

So long as you like reading it, I want to listen.

Then I shall do my best to find something.

That would be good.

I'm going to stop talking here. I don't like it. When you're put on a ship, I'll come and see you.

Of course. Stay out of trouble, Cole.

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