who: @idaclarke when: late where: the warehouse rave
When Sassa saw Ida, she immediately grabbed her by the forearm, the movement a bit more forceful than she typically would use with someone like Ida, though the entire night was weird enough. So she was off her game. "What are you doing here?" Sassa asked, angling her head to one side, eyes focusing intently on Ida's. The president had wanted to...take charge, so to speak. Rise in the absence of Greer. But as far as Sassa could see, G was playing everyone. Or, well. At least her. And that couldn't fucking stand. "Remember your...plan?" she said, without waiting for an answer. "Because it seems like there is a player we didn't account for." Or that Sassa had fucked up and pissed off and was now trying to play some sort of revenge. She wouldn't acknowledge that, though.