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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]

You would be right, [she says sharply. Perhaps a little sharper than she had intended, but she's more than a little fed up with all of this already.] Do you know the Inquisitor here?

[She's on the fence about whether or not it's possible there could be more than one Herald, but it's also difficult to argue with what's in front of her. But if that's possible, then it's possible that none of them know the same Inquisitor.]

[serpentis]

[That was certainly A Question.]

Jove Lavellan was the Inquisitor I knew.

[And this is a sore spot, but, he may as well.]

There was another here, briefly. Arhen Lavellan was his name.

[openhands]

[Her scowl deepens, if that's even possible at this present moment. You talkin' cray, Dorian.]

His? [If she were the type, this is the point in which she'd blaspheme.] Just how many Inquisitors are there?

[serpentis]

Well, that entirely depends. Do you have leashes for them all, Cassandra? I would assume yes?

[He chuckles softly.]

[openhands]

Ugh...

[There it is. With an eyeroll, too!]

I'm sure the Inquisitors [weirdest weird concept to ever weird] could manage themselves.

[But maybe she'd get a little protective of them. Maybe a little bit eventually. YOU DON'T KNOW HER, DORIAN.]

[serpentis]

[VICTORY!!!!]

Jove certainly does well enough. A for the time being, there is only one here, so you won't have to keep anyone but her in line.

[openhands]

And who is going to keep you in line?

[serpentis]

Oh? Are you so curious about my private life, now?

[openhands]

Don't flatter yourself. What you do reflects upon the Inquisition.

[In reality though, she does consider him a friend. And she doesn't let her friends get into trouble. Just don't make her say it, Dorian.]

[serpentis]

Cassandra, you and I both know that the only reflection that matters to me is my face in a mirror.

[/preens]

[openhands]

[can u not?]

How can you possibly take yourself away from it then?

[serpentis]

Sheer force of will.

[He inclines his head softly, tone changing a bit.]

I'm certain Jove will be happy to see you here.

[openhands]

I cannot-- [She stops herself. She almost says it bluntly, but reconsiders and softens her thoughts on the matter of Jove even if by a small margin if only because it's not Jove's (or Dorian's) fault.] I don't know her well enough to say the same.

We do not know the same Inquisitor.

[serpentis]

[He nods softly.]

A common predicament. But I will tell you that she is a fine woman, and has always made me proud to know her. I hope you will learn that soon.

[openhands]

I will judge her based on her own merit. That is the most I can promise.