[Locked to Luceti Residents]

[malnosso]

My dear people of Luceti --

An invasion, all under the guise of a fantasy. What’s been done will not be forgotten. Certainly not by you, and not by the denizens of a dozen other enclosures who suffered similar attacks at the same time. As we speak, programmers and engineers hard at work combing through the barrier’s nuts and bolts. If the Cultists and his Lordship exploited some natural weakness in the dome, they will find it. Patch it up. Curious, isn’t it, that the Count chose yours to invade with his own two feet?

But there are other matters to discuss. I spoke with some of you only a few months ago. Let me announce more completely what I, back then, only intimated. I’m Carol, and I intend to spend some time in our little town. If you like, you can consider my resolve to continue my work here a sign of good faith. I remain unarmed and -- I assure you -- wholly peaceable. In this way, I hope I may have faith in you as well. After all, we are kin in a strange kind of way.

It is my duty -- as well as my pleasure -- to be Luceti’s liaison with the Organization. You must have many questions, concerns, and many many curses. Bring them to me, and we’ll see what can be done. We can talk here. But if any of you find the journals distasteful, you can also come have a seat with me at the sweet little tea shop. I’ll be there for the afternoon.

[As usual, this voiced post has a neatly typed 'written' section as well.

A thread with CJ can be found here.]

Comments

[liaising]

"Ah, just so. Perhaps it's simply your natural voice I'm hearing, then."

voice:

[liaising]

Have you had the chance to venture outside on one of the missions, yet? Or are you so new that there's been no opportunity?

[yourfononsarewhack]

I'm here to discuss our little invasion, of course. I'm afraid that your journal message did not contain nearly enough detail for my liking.

voice:

[ablankpage]

I arrived on the seventh of July. I'm afraid I haven't been able to see much else except this village. And the... events of the recent past.

[Which he is perfectly happy not talking about. Even if there is a curiosity about it... But if he decides to press that point, he'll go to the tea shop. Speak to her personally. There can be some privacy then, at least.]

[liaising]

What is it you wish to know? Be warned, of course, that I am a...civil servant, of sorts. And hardly a great military leader. I may not have the answers you seek.

voice:

[liaising]

...An unexpected disaster, to be certain.

action;

[corrinesbell]

How the hell did he and his damn cultist army even get in here? You decided to stop caring what gets in and out of here?

[Were Sheena thinking clearly, she wouldn't be doing nearly as much out-of-control as she is. In fact she seems to almost snap back to parr of herself, resting her hands on the tabletop instead of slamming them.]

Are you here as someone friendly so we all forget how easy it was for them to get inside and take control?

Re: [action]

[handing]

Thank you. [On both counts, as Pepper orders a cup for herself when a server comes close enough to be waved down. It takes less than a minute, at which point Carol once again has her full attention.]

What is it you'd like to know?

action: (and insta-prose. so you can't do it to me first. HA!)

[ablankpage]

Robert considers his course of action for a moment then decides. It's the first time he's left the apartment, actually, since he returned after that disaster. Which was an appropriate word for it, certainly. Dressing takes him a little time. The injuries to his arms are still a little sensitive, especially to buttoned cuffs, but he looks every bit the gentleman when he leaves the house. Even his hair has been carefully tended -- brushed precisely so as to keep the slowly healing marks on the sides of his head from being visible.

He's a bit winded when he reaches the tea shop. His brisk pace and recent inactivity have done nothing for his constitution, but it's not too bad. He sees the woman quickly enough and waits for the chair across from her to be open. He approaches and gives a little bow.

"Forgive me, ma'am, for the sudden departure. I felt it might be better to speak in person."

[yourfononsarewhack]

Let's not be so down on ourselves. I'm sure your answers will be helpful in some extent. [He pauses as he receives his tea.] Actually, before I start asking you questions relating to the enclosure-wide situation as a whole, perhaps you'll have an easier time with this one. What were your whereabouts during this invasion?

[action]

[wise_maiden]

It's easier to just go to the place in question - presuming that Sheena hasn't kicked the woman out. Besides, Raine was already nearby when the message comes in, looking after the greatly neglected flower shop, which hadn't been helped by the weather conditions.

She glances around the shop, and waits until the woman is no longer occupied.

"Miss Carol?"

Her voice and expression perhaps, seem more calm than they ought to be.

action;

[liaising]

So many questions. Where do I start? [She hummed a moment, thinking.] You know the Count from days gone by, yes? He ran this whole Organization. Once. We thought him truly lost. Precautions were taken, of course. Proverbial locks were changed. But who knows what he still knows...?

We rectify that, now. Would I still be here if I thought such an invasion was likely to be repeatable? I'd be damning myself, if so.

[voice]

[selphie_t]

Yep! Guess I'm just lucky like that, huh?

[action]

[liaising]

"...Raine."

Genuine mirth touched her face. She rushed to clear papers away from the seat across from her and made gestures for her to sit. "Join me, won't you?"

[liaising]

[A nervous chuckle.]

Honestly, Colonel? I was supposed to be here. There are only a very few reasons which allow a liaison to excuse herself from duty. A death in the family, an official subpoena, or for summits and meetings on matters pertaining to her assignment's well-being.

[trinkett]

A sputter. "NO. Just...a bit hoarse after a speaking engagement. That's all. Is it the business of the liaison to continually ask after our health once we've assured her all is well?!"

LOVELY.

[liaising]

"...Mister Lutece, I take it?"

She did not rise, but did smile.

[ablankpage]

"Yes, ma'am." He expected the voice to sound near enough the same, but he had been prepared to introduce himself again if it hadn't.

He motioned to the chair across from her. "May I?"

[action]

[liaising]

It is my hope -- my responsibility, really -- to determine how much of a threat your...situation may prove for the village at large. Would you mind telling me about it?

[voice]

[liaising]

And yet, I don't suppose you must feel very lucky.

[liaising]

"I worry; that's all. I've learned to take great care with the health of my charges."

After all, Carol had been the unlucky liaison assigned to Vaskoth when it had fallen to disease.

[liaising]

"Please do. I'm not one for sitting alone for too long."

[voice]

[selphie_t]

That all depends on your definition of lucky. There are people here that I missed a lot and I hadn't realized it until one of them jogged my memory.

[ablankpage]

"I had one more question for you. One I felt would be better to ask in person." He hadn't wanted the conversation on that public. He sat down, gathered his thoughts for a moment, then said, "About... what happened. With this invasion."

[voice]

[liaising]

If there's one thing you can count on, in this place, it may be the overflow of helpful acquaintances.