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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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[killedwithlove]

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

Will you still do the voices?

[openhands]

[She laughs a little, quietly.]

Of course.

[killedwithlove]

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

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

[openhands]

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.]

[killedwithlove]

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

[openhands]

Then I shall do my best to find something.

[killedwithlove]

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.

[openhands]

Of course. Stay out of trouble, Cole.

[killedwithlove]

I try. Sometimes it finds me anyway.

[He closes the connection.]