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[hellofist]

I need the CTS. Need a Warden... to let me in. Whoever is closest.

[She knows she could ask anyone specifically, but she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to ask for anything at all, but for some reason doing it like this seems less... intrusive? She isn't sure.]

And if someone can, every morning? Would be... helpful.

That's all.

[And she clicks off, abrupt, no thank yous. Whoever shows up she'll thank, but what's the point of saying it into the ether?]

[Private to Zane]

Cassel said to... talk to you. So... hi.

[Who is the best at meeting new people? This gal right here.]


(ooc: come at me with your alternate timelines, anyone who wants to let her in can do so!!)

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[akweks]

[Shutting off the thing like that is rude! Some lucky Warden is going to get to teach her all about politeness.]

Ah. [He gets it... kind of...] I am free to assist, if you would like. Are you not assigned a Warden for these things?

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[hellofist]

[Take her manners up with her father if you have a problem with them, Connor.]

No, not yet. It... can take awhile, sometimes. Can you come now?

[Is being direct and to the point impolite too because that's definitely a thing that's happening right now.]

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[akweks]

[When she's asking for a favour, yes, definitely it is rude. Favours are meant to be asked as indirectly as possible, but he understands that most people were raised completely backwards in that respect, so he tries not to judge.]

I will be there shortly.

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[hellofist]

[She's not going to please and thank you the entire barge, though. The people who help her? Yes. But there are people here she would rather kill than accept help from, so she keeps some things to herself. It's less to be taken away that way.]

Okay. [And since he's helping,] Thank you, Connor.

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[akweks]

Of course.

[It takes a second of fumbling, but he manages to click off. And it takes another few minutes for him to locate the CTS; the Barge has rearranged herself slightly since he'd first explored her, though he knows better than to think on it very much, particularly after the debacle that happened just a fortnight ago.

He's there soon enough, though, his compass in hand.]

I apologise for the wait.

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[hellofist]

[To pass the time while she waited for Connor, Cass had stripped off her hoodie and started to stretch, warming up so she could go straight into the CTS once he arrived. She's got her back to him when he does get there, one leg raised up and braced against the wall as she leans against it. Just wearing a sports bra, all the scars that litter her back are on display, but there's nothing in her posture to suggest that she minds that very much. Her scars are part of who she is, there's no shame in them.

She doesn't bring her leg down when Connor arrives, but she does turn her head to look over at him.]

It's okay. You can go in, if you want. See what it's like.

[akweks]

[As he approaches, Connor's eyes flick instinctively to the amount of flesh that Cassandra is exposing -- he's not used to it and it's a little startling -- but then they just as quickly move away once he realises how marked up she is. He doesn't want to give her the impression he's staring for the wrong reasons. Though really, any reason is the wrong reason. Stop staring, Connor.

He clears his throat and rolls a shoulder in a noncommittal gesture, but goes to the door anyway, using his compass to open it.]

It's strange, how these 'keys' work.

[hellofist]

[She's not too concerned about any staring he may or may not be doing, not when she knows she isn't the norm. People stare at what's different, men stare at women, it's all right in line with what she's used to.]

Strange how?

[akweks]

[Once the door is open, he moves inside, expecting that she'll follow. She's the one who wanted in, anyway.]

I am told that these things are technological advancements, but they appear more to be witchcraft to me. [And now he's staring again, but this time it's at the CTS. What...]

[hellofist]

They look the same, sometimes.

[She's in right on his heels, but doesn't pull the door closed all the way yet. She wants to be sure he's ready.]

You won't die, but injuries can happen. If you have weapons, would use them.

[akweks]

[HE'S... READY...? He's just kind of baffled by the enormity of the room. Witchcraft.

At the mention of weapons, Connor doesn't react -- or rather, to most people, it wouldn't appear as though he's reacted. Cassandra ought to note the subtle flexing of his arm, though; the bracers on his forearms are innocuous enough, but his body language is telegraphing that they're apparently weapons.]

I am unarmed. [He glances back at her over his shoulder.] Exactly what is it that happens in here?

[hellofist]

[Now she does close the door, rolls her shoulders and moves towards the center of the room as the lights begin to dim.]

Fighting. Enemies will come. They'll be... based on things you know. Things I know, since I'm here. You fight them. If you get tired, say so.

[akweks]

[He instinctively responds to the way her shoulders move by adjusting his footing into a more solid defensive stance.]

They will be real, or...? [~~Magical~~, that's what he's asking. Technological bullshit y/n]