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the liaison

[Locked to Luceti Residents]

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.]

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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.

"...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?"

"... Thank you."

She nods, moving over to join the woman at the table. "It's been some time."

"Too long. I'd meant to be settled much sooner than this."

"Did something keep you in particular? It's been... well, an eventful few months, since we last saw you."

"Business quite official, I'm afraid. Only a few reasons justify a liaison leaving her post -- especially so early on."

"I see. Of course, now I am only curious to what sort of business could do that. Is it something you're willing to share?"

"...Are you familiar with the concept of a subpoena, Miss Sage?"

"Oh - I see. So you weren't in a position to refuse..."

"The truth is that I doubt I would have refused had they simply asked rather than compelled me. Either way, I had to delay my moving in to this fine little enclosure a little longer."

"So you've moved in completely, now?"

"...Nearly all unpacked."

"It's still a little strange to think that you'll be here among us. But at least you've been able to settle in now that the trouble has passed. Are the other enclosures secured as well?"

"Most of them are. Vaskoth, I'm very sorry to say, has been lost to us."

"Lost... but how? It was already such a large, experienced enclosure."

"But crippled by what took place, there, when the disease took hold."

"You mean, the death penalties? Or had they not been able to recover fully from that... situation. Considering how bad it had gotten, it's understandable, but... weren't some of them planning to move on to TERRACE as well?"

"And it stands to reason that those who left for TERRACE -- however just their reasons -- also left the enclosure weaker for their absence."

"It's not as if they could have predicted something like this happening. Do the Malnosso have a plan for recovery?"

After all, it could very well have been them in Vaskoth's place - despite the current Luceti's history of surviving these sorts of things.

"The land itself will have to be reclaimed -- in terms both military and agricultural. Vaskoth suffered extensive damage. It may be some time before the Organization begins placing people there once more."

"Placing people... you mean, starting it over as a new enclosure."

"Exactly so."

"From my understanding, it's something they had been planning to do eventually, since the enclosure had reached maturity, yes? Something like what may have happened to this enclosure in the past..."

The implications of the secret rooms beneath Luceti, of course, and the talks about Vaskoth on the previous draft.

She also remembers well the implications of a few years ago - most enclosures didn't survive through being invaded and remain wholly themselves. And with the way of the world, starting over from scratch could might as well be a Malnosso motto. What were individuals, when compared to the possibly hundreds of thousands brought and recycled by the world on even a daily basis, after all.

Though in part, it is a way to turn the conversation back to the history of the Luceti enclosure itself.

"Eventually. Vaskoth was still a couple of years off from its true point of maturity." And then, after a moment's pause. "I was so looking forward to that day. To stand with them, as their Liaison. Not that I regret being here, now, with Luceti. But being shuffled out of the Vaskoth enclosure was a bittersweet moment."

"Still if you hadn't been, you might not be here today. Which is probably a more comforting thought than becoming a mindless follower."

Not that she wasn't still a follower, there with the Malnosso, but at least she still seemed to have her own mind on the matter. Perhaps.

"Were you able to see Luceti mature before? I was under the impression that this particular project... wasn't like the other enclosures."

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