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not_the_last) wrote2022-09-22 12:39 am
not_the_last) wrote2022-09-22 12:39 am
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( It reads:
"Hi! I heard that you're new to the ship, and I am too!
I was wondering if you were looking for some pen pals,
maybe? It's been a while, and I don't know anyone here.
So what do you think?
check ▢ YES or ▢ NO
Please slide your answer back under the door! "
If Cassandra tries to open it, she'll find the door is being jammed by something on the other side. )
The term "pen pals" isn't one she's heard before, but its meaning seems clear. What a lovely thought.
Cassandra rummages for a pen (abstracted from the library), ticks the box labeled YES, and slides the paper back under the door without attempting to open it. The sender of this note seems shy, and possibly quite young, and she doesn't want to scare them off.
Cassandra rummages for a pen (abstracted from the library), ticks the box labeled YES, and slides the paper back under the door without attempting to open it. The sender of this note seems shy, and possibly quite young, and she doesn't want to scare them off.
There's a bit of shuffling, and then a a magnet shaped like the ship is shoved under her door.
A note accompanies the magnet with ' I hope you like it! See you on another night! ' in pink crayon,
and then a sound of hurried footsteps. This isn't totally suspicious at all, right? )
[Oh, hey, unknown cabin occupant apparently now in possession of Rita's magicked magnet! As soon as she realized the tracked trinket had moved, Rita was off, following the magic that led her...here.
Ha! She's finally about to give the real prankster a piece of her mind! She cracks her knuckles, and then...
BAM BAM BAM
...loudly pounds on Cassandra's door.]
Ha! She's finally about to give the real prankster a piece of her mind! She cracks her knuckles, and then...
BAM BAM BAM
...loudly pounds on Cassandra's door.]
Cassandra bends to pick up the object, eyes it curiously, and is still trying to figure out what it is when ... there's another knock.
"Yes?"
Her voice is mild, giving no sign of either irritation or alarm.
(She's backing away from the door.)
Her voice is mild, giving no sign of either irritation or alarm.
(She's backing away from the door.)
Well, this one isn't shy, whatever else she might be.
"You do realize," she drawls in a tone that reminds her of Percy at his most insufferable even as she speaks, "this isn't best calculated to make me inclined to open my door to a stranger."
"You do realize," she drawls in a tone that reminds her of Percy at his most insufferable even as she speaks, "this isn't best calculated to make me inclined to open my door to a stranger."
(Behind her hip, Cassandra's hand tightens on her rapier.)
"Try this instead," and her voice is hard now, "how about you tell me who you are and what you want, and we'll talk this out like civilized people?"
A half a breath, and a moment's wild surmise --
"Is this anything to do with a small flat model of the ship?"
"Try this instead," and her voice is hard now, "how about you tell me who you are and what you want, and we'll talk this out like civilized people?"
A half a breath, and a moment's wild surmise --
"Is this anything to do with a small flat model of the ship?"
She has half a mind to screech something back about civilized and bloody shirts when the occupant mentions the model--for a moment, Rita falls silent in confusion, before she realizes it's the magnet.
"Finally realized it?" she taunts once more. "I put a tracking spell on it and followed you right here--you fell right into my trap!"
No, she's not trying to sound like a supervillain; it's just kind of coming out that way.
"Finally realized it?" she taunts once more. "I put a tracking spell on it and followed you right here--you fell right into my trap!"
No, she's not trying to sound like a supervillain; it's just kind of coming out that way.
"Oh for Pelor's sake," sighs Cassandra, and opens the door with an exasperated look, holding out the little ship and the note in one hand.
(Still holding the rapier with the other, out of sight behind herself.)
"You followed someone else right here, most likely because they knew you enchanted it and wanted to get rid of it."
(Still holding the rapier with the other, out of sight behind herself.)
"You followed someone else right here, most likely because they knew you enchanted it and wanted to get rid of it."
Rita immediately takes a casting stance--she doesn't immediately fire off a spell, but she wants to be ready in case a) the 'prankster' tries anything, or b) she loses her temper.
Standing right where she is, she scrutinizes first Cassandra, and then the note. That's definitely the magnet she used, for one thing, but--surely the culprit wasn't smart enough to notice it that quickly! "A likely story," she scoffs, but there's just enough flicker of doubt that she still doesn't move; this lady is kind of old to be pulling stupid pranks...probably. "You could've easily made that note yourself!"
Standing right where she is, she scrutinizes first Cassandra, and then the note. That's definitely the magnet she used, for one thing, but--surely the culprit wasn't smart enough to notice it that quickly! "A likely story," she scoffs, but there's just enough flicker of doubt that she still doesn't move; this lady is kind of old to be pulling stupid pranks...probably. "You could've easily made that note yourself!"
"And why would I have done that," patiently, "instead of palming off the thing on somebody else so you wouldn't have a reason to suspect me?"
A beat. "Did she steal it from you, or did you plant it on her?"
A beat. "Did she steal it from you, or did you plant it on her?"
Far less patiently, Rita snaps back, "How the hell would I know what's going through your head?!"
After a moment, though, she does at least answer the question--not that it necessarily means she thinks the culprit is someone else! "I planted it, of course. Put a spell on it and left it as bait, and the idiot took it." Her gaze flickers to the magnet, then back to Cassandra's eyes: see, and now the bait has made its way here, her expression practically says.
After a moment, though, she does at least answer the question--not that it necessarily means she thinks the culprit is someone else! "I planted it, of course. Put a spell on it and left it as bait, and the idiot took it." Her gaze flickers to the magnet, then back to Cassandra's eyes: see, and now the bait has made its way here, her expression practically says.
"Bait." A frown line forms between Cassandra's brows. "Has someone been stealing your possessions, then? And you were trying to catch the thief?"
Erin here. Quick practical question. Not practical. Religious. What do you give a god? To honor them.
[It's taken her some time to learn how texting works, but she's beginning to get the hang of it.]
It depends on the god. If there were a particular god I wanted to honor, and I didn't already have a good idea of what they found pleasing, I would probably speak to one of their clerics and ask for guidance.
What's this about?
It depends on the god. If there were a particular god I wanted to honor, and I didn't already have a good idea of what they found pleasing, I would probably speak to one of their clerics and ask for guidance.
What's this about?
Honestly I would really rather not say mostly because if I do not tell anyone they cannot team up with the voices in my head that are telling me it is a stupid idea.
Clerics unavailable in this instance. Are there really no commonalities in divine preferences? I have some vague ideas about some of the gods from home. Dionysus likes his wine Freya is into victories getting dedicated to her Jesus needs you to eat his shitty wafers and so on but all of those are like. Related to the story of their lives or the flower of their divinity.
Clerics unavailable in this instance. Are there really no commonalities in divine preferences? I have some vague ideas about some of the gods from home. Dionysus likes his wine Freya is into victories getting dedicated to her Jesus needs you to eat his shitty wafers and so on but all of those are like. Related to the story of their lives or the flower of their divinity.
The only commonality I can think of is that most gods appreciate praise. Even that isn't as reliable as it might be; there are some gods who despise public praise, and others who insist upon it. And gods tend to like places dedicated to them, but again, the kind of place can differ greatly -- you wouldn't raise a shrine to Erathis in a grove of trees, or to Melora in a city square.
What do you know about the god in question?
What do you know about the god in question?
Four and a half minutes. Then:
He enjoys the highs and lows of passion. Theatrics. Drama I think.
Ten seconds later, another text.
Found an idea thank you very much Cassandra.
He enjoys the highs and lows of passion. Theatrics. Drama I think.
Ten seconds later, another text.
Found an idea thank you very much Cassandra.
You're welcome. Are you certain you don't want to tell me what you're contemplating? I can give you my word that I won't leap to telling you it's a stupid idea.
Tell you what. If we get through this crisis and we are both still us I will tell you over drinks. A nice conversation with an interesting lass will do me good either way.
Five seconds.
Damn this speech to text. For reference I am flirting.
Five seconds.
Damn this speech to text. For reference I am flirting.
[Nearly sixty seconds pass.]
Thank you. I look forward to hearing about it.
[In her cabin, Cassandra is sitting on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest and hands over her face in an agony of private embarrassment.]
Thank you. I look forward to hearing about it.
[In her cabin, Cassandra is sitting on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest and hands over her face in an agony of private embarrassment.]
It can just be drinks. I am a big girl you will not hurt me by not being interested.
I will be in touch. Thank you again.
I will be in touch. Thank you again.
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