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[Appearing on the journals is a written message as follows. A voice option is provided for a computerized reading of the text.]

Attention Luceti Residents.

The following names are being called to participate in a strike against the cultist hordes:
[the names listed here appear on the journal.]

All subjects are required to arrive at the tunnels at 8AM on the 27th of March for deployment. All listed individuals are required to be present. Subjects will then be escorted to TERRACE for battle preparation and further details.

Target will be Region One, a former Malnosso stronghold, presently in cultist hands. Subjects are advised to prepare for combat in forested areas. Further information will be made available at TERRACE. Questions and answers will not be provided at this time.

[The Malnosso will not reply to this message, but everyone is free to use this post to discuss among themselves, whether using voice options on the journal or doing action threads.]

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[Vastra looks to the door from her place at the low table in her pseudo drawing-room (the biggest room that isn't the kitchen or bedroom, it would have to do...) where she's set out her arsenal of smaller Japanese-style knives. Fortunately she had finished changing from her training clothes into something more suitable to receive visitors in.]

[She opens the door a few inches, then wider when she realizes this must be Max.] Good evening. Mr. Woodville, I presume?

[The door opens and oh, she is not exactly what he'd been expecting. He looks a little surprised for a moment, but it's quickly replaced with a polite smile. He's a little bit intrigued to be honest.]

That's me. Madame Vastra, yes? Nice to meet you in person.

A pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Woodville. [She smiles pleasantly enough, not at all surprised to see that strange look for a moment. Vastra steps back to let Max into her apartment.]

Can I offer you something? Tea?

[He steps inside, glancing around him curiously. It has a certain Victorian aesthetic to it. Comfortable.]

Oh, tea would be great, if it isn't too much trouble.

[Comfortable, and perhaps a little cluttered, but Vastra likes it that way. No holes in the decor, so to speak.]

Of course not, I was about to make some anyway. Nothing better after a long day of working under certain stressful conditions.

[And given she was expecting company, what sort of host would she be if she didn't have something to offer her visitor? She pours the hot water into the teapot and adds the tea.] Please, have a seat anywhere you like.

[Cluttered suits him just fine honestly.]

Can't disagree with that. Tea cures all ills.

[He grins slightly and goes to sit down, looking curiously around himself.]

Thank you again, for your help.

[The decor is mostly a collection of oddities collected on trips--or things that might have been collected on trips. Some of the things Vastra identified as hers, others were simply intriguing. Amongst the tchotchkes are other Victorian curiosities. Bugs and butterflies on pins, small paintings, small volumes of poetry and foreign language dictionaries, swords and short swords and knives mounted to one section of the wall above an elegant and well-tended sword display, two shelves of a seemingly random assortment of books, a few potted plants, three rugs, a dozen cushions... to start.]

Of course. I reason that the more well-armed we all are, the better it is for everyone. [Vastra brings the teapot over, along with two cups fitted with tea strainers. All of it is spread out on a rather hideous ceramic tray with painted kittens, which is set on the half-wood, half-glass coffee table. Next to the six or seven knives Vastra has laid out.]

Edited 2013-04-02 01:41 (UTC)

[The decor reminds him of home a little, the odd collections of things with not seeming connection save interest. Or magic in his case usually. He liked collecting interesting things.]

That's a very pragmatic way of looking at things I guess. I just hope I can manage to not skewer myself in the process.

[This is all very formal. Like a very strange tea party especially with the knives on the table. Luceti, what have you done to his life?]

Are you prone to such things? [Vastra raises her eyebrow at him as she sits down and begins pouring the tea.] I'm not giving you something to put your eye out with, am I?

I try not to be. I'm not a fighter but I've managed to not die yet. Or, y'know lop off any important body parts.

Being a warrior and not dying are two entirely separate things. [Vastra sets a cup in front of Max.] And I'm not certain I'm the one to help you avoid cutting your own limbs off.

Well, I have a few other tricks up my sleeve. The knives are kind of a backup.

Really? What sorts of tricks? [Vastra settles back into her chair with her tea, curious.]

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