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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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Entertainment.

[The word is nearly spat out.]

We're watched at all times, apparently. For... ratings.

[As was likely expected, Cassandra doesn't take kindly to the idea that they are here for entertainment. She's not really one to get indignant, but this is a special circumstance.]

We're here for someone's amusement?

[He feels you, sister. So hard.]

Apparently. What do you last remember before coming here, Cassandra?

We had just defeated Corypheus not too long ago.

[It almost comes out like a question though because what a weird question to ask. How could you not remember doing this thing, Cullen?]

What?

[Say that again all the blood has left his face and he has gone deaf.]

[...That's not...the reaction...]

There was a banquet afterward. You don't remember any of this?

No, I--[probably haven't gotten that far. He's full of relief, excitement--dread, too.]

Did we all make it out? The Inquisitor--

Is fine, Cullen.

[She's not gentle in saying this, but she uses a firm tone to put whatever worst case scenarios might have been going through his mind to rest. The Inquisitor is alive and well, and there is no other alternative, no other possible outcome.]

[The relief is clear on his face, and then he just looks... like he can't believe it. But he's glad, so very glad, to hear it.

He actually laughs. For... a few moments, here.]

[She allows him the moment, even looking away some to give him at least a small semblance of privacy. She also doesn't know what to do with that because Cullen and the Inquisitor always kept their relationship fairly private and she wasn't about to comment on it. Though don't think she didn't notice you two sneaking off early from the party, mister. You're just lucky she's not Leliana or Josie and about to tease you for it.]

What is you last remember then, if not that?

We'd just returned from Adamant. The Inquisitor had just made it out of the Fade once more.

[He sounds... lighter, almost, when he speaks. He can't believe it. It's possible that in some timeline they fail, that she dies or they all die, but he has to believe this is the truth. That this is his.]

That was quite some time ago now for me. [Not something she wants to think on too deeply either. She's tried writing what happened down and, when time allowed, continued to do so. But it's one thing to chronicle an experience and another thing to remember for only yourself.] I'm glad then that I was able to deliver the news of our victory.

As am I. You'll soon come to see that most of us aren't from such a time.

[We're talking like, Kirkwall era here.]

And what time would that be?

Some come from before the Chantry exploded in Kirkwall, some directly after. Many don't know of the Inquisition, some have a different Inquisitor entirely.

[She heaves a sigh.]

A mess, in other words.

[But things haven't exactly been straightforward and simple for a while now. Looking at it that way makes it seem a little...less than what it is. Manageable.]

[And maybe what's not important right now either. There would be time to sort all of that out later.]

How are you holding up?

[She trusts Cullen that he's holding up fine. He looks fine. It's hard to tell beyond that through the communicator. But she did make a promise. Maker only knows how long she hasn't been keeping that promise since he arrived here before her.]

Essentially. [And he fiddles for a moment, encrypting the feed.]

Anders, for example, has yet to destroy the Chantry to his recollection.

And I've been... well. The Inquisitor comes from a different timeline than I'm accustomed to.

[AKA "she doesn't love meeeeeeeeeeeeee"]

[She tries not to jump straight onto the matter that is Anders. She should be given Cullen her attention.]

I am not...familiar with the Inquisitor that is here, but she had made similar choices to the one I do know.

[Okay, no, she can't leave it alone. SHE TRIED.]

Anders is here?

[Talk about a clusterfuck but--]

He is. He's not even been to Kirkwall, yet.

Is he being watched?

[Because she would prefer Anders to stay on a tight leash. She gives exactly zero fucks about whether or not he's technically done anything yet or not.]

Fenris and I seem to be the only ones concerned about him.

[So. Unhappy. About that.]

And the others would just-- Even the Inquisitor?

[This is unacceptable. Everyone needs to get their shit together.]

She's... spoken to him, about it. So he's aware.

[That has to do some good.]

[Still deserving of a teeny growl of frustration though.]

Where is he?

I don't advise taking action just yet, Cassandra. [THE INQUISITOR WOULD BE SO MAD...]

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