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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

[dawnwillcome]

Well, that's a relief. I'd have to fight you for it and I don't expect it would go at all well for me.

[She's trying to take a page from Dorian's book here, make it a joke and pretend this isn't as bad as it is for the sake of appearances, but whether it works or not is entirely up in the air.

In truth, she's going to need quite a lot of drinks to make this feel less horrible.]

[openhands]

[There's a brief moment of confusion before oh right, that's a joke. Because this is awkward and uncomfortable for both of them. Whoever the hell is getting entertainment out of any of this had best hope they never cross paths with Cassandra.]

Most likely not.

[Cassandra is not as good at making a joke to smooth over awkward social situations and so her tone is not exactly light without really intending to be. Basically, Cassandra can't read Dorian's books or vice versa, but what else can you do?]

I would like to speak with you another time, Inquisitor.