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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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[openhands]

[Um, dirty looks should communicate that message clearly! Bc]

I'm not sure I would make any more sense out of it than you. [So maybe it's best to not have an explanation for now.] Do you know who brought me here?

[faithfulwisdom]

[There are a lot of things that could cause dirty looks here, be more specific in your displeasure, gosh.]

'Atroma,' so they say. [Whatever that means.] Regardless, we are now apparently entertainment for the masses, like players on a stage- or perhaps a menagerie would be more apt. [His tone is lighter than one might expect, given the circumstances, but don't mistake that for apathy. There's an undercurrent of bitterness there, beneath the surface.]

[openhands]

And simply leaving is not an option, [she says, flatly, and filling in the rest for herself.]

[faithfulwisdom]

If it were, few would remain.

[openhands]

[She heaves a sigh. Frustrated, but not resigning herself to anything just yet.]

What is your name?

[Since you're being a remotely helpful stranger.]

[faithfulwisdom]

[He gives a slight incline of his head] Lord Finrod Felagund, at your service.

[openhands]

[An elf that's a lord? Weird. But whatever. Stranger things are happening today.]

Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast, at yours.

[faithfulwisdom]

You are well met, Seeker, despite the circumstances. I must say, I am not familiar with your title. What is it, precisely, that you seek?

[openhands]

The truth.

The Seekers' original purpose was to investigate abuse and corruption within the Templar Order as well as to discipline those reponsible.

[faithfulwisdom]

The Templar Order... [Something about that sounds familiar, but it takes him a while to dredge it up.] I have heard them mentioned before. You are from Thedas, then?

People from your world seem to be in high demand.

[openhands]

So it seems, [she says, grimly. It seems a tad more complicated than that judging from all the others from Thedas.] Where are you from then, my lord?

[faithfulwisdom]

Arda is what my people call our world and Nargothrond is my realm within it. [Or it was. The fact that he's sort of dead might change that.] And please, 'Finrod' will do.

[openhands]

[She gives a small nod in acknowledgment. Finrod it is.]

Are there many from your world here?

[faithfulwisdom]

You speak now to the lone representative. I cannot quite decide if I should be honored or take offense.

[openhands]

I'm sure either one will have about the same effect.

[faithfulwisdom]

Which is to say none at all. True enough.

[openhands]

How many have you met from Thedas then?

[faithfulwisdom]

Several. I am best acquainted with Jove and Stephanie Amell, but I have spoken to Cole and Dorian Pavus as well. [And, as an after thought]- And the beardless dwarf- Varric, that was his name.

[openhands]

[The Amell name is unfamiliar to Cassandra, but she at least has met Jove by now. The others, she knows.]

So quite a few of them then.

[faithfulwisdom]

Yes. As I said, this place seems to favor your world. And you do seem to be an interesting lot. [That and he's like an elf version of a golden retriever.]

[openhands]

[Finrod, no.]

That is a word for some of us.