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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.]

Comments

[theboogieman]

Z.

[which is sooooo helpful.]

[openhands]

[And not at all suspicious. Nope.]

Just Z?

[theboogieman]

might as well be. i'm on another ship in the fleet.

[openhands]

Then why not give me your true name?

[theboogieman]

not supposed to exist around normal people.

[openhands]

[Yep. Not helping his case any.]

What are you then?

[theboogieman]

human.

[at first, that's it--but a second text comes through a moment later.]

is the name really important?

[openhands]

If you are that adamant about not giving me one, then perhaps.

[Because that means you probably have something to hide, in her experience.]

[theboogieman]

[he doesn't think it's anything worth sharing--but he doesn't want her to think he's hiding something when the actuality is that there's nothing to hide.]

I am Zhas, then.

[openhands]

[Now that wasn't so hard, now was it?]

Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast.

[theboogieman]

[...nah it was pretty hard.]

is 'Seeker' your title?

[openhands]

It is.

[theboogieman]

what do you seek?

[openhands]

The truth.

[theboogieman]

fair enough.

[...sounds pretty cool...]

[openhands]

Where is it that you come from?

[theboogieman]

Ireland.

in a place called 'Earth'.

[he's already pretty sure she's not from there.]

[openhands]

I am not familiar with either place.

[So, he's not wrong.]

Tell me about Ireland.

[theboogieman]

[the response takes a few minutes to show up... since it occurs to him that he doesn't actually know much about it, despite spending the last sixteen years of his life there. he's never really had to think about this before.]

it's an island. politically divided between the north and the republic. some mountains, mostly flat. mild weather.

[...what else?] the people are loud. drink a lot. ... the music's not bad.

[..........YEAH that's about all he's got.]

[openhands]

If it is politically divided, there must be a great deal of strife.

[theboogieman]

some. i'm not involved with it.

what kind of monsters live in your world?

[openhands]

There are demons from the Fade. Until recently, they only managed to enter our world through possessions or being summoned by mages. Darkspawn manage to find their way out from underground. Most are only in very small groups, but there have been Blights when they have amassed armies with an archdemon commanding them.

Beyond that, there are various beasts, but not all I would consider monsters.

[theboogieman]

understood.

I only know of vampires. they are monsters, returned from the dead, that drain the blood from the living. I hunt them before they can hurt people

[which he hopes explains some of the "I don't hang around normal people" from earlier.]

[openhands]

[It does a little bit.]

Are there many that hunt vampires?

[theboogieman]

very few. they don't live long.