[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

voice; | September 1

[endgames]

...I'd heard about that. I was hoping those were rumors.

[Thinking out loud he is, sorta, but he's also not sure if Carol is still looking at this two weeks after the fact.]

[liaising]

...Rumours are often the best vehicles for truth, I find.

[endgames]

[Oh she is. Good.]

Aa. Touché. It's been a couple weeks now, though, since you came on here. Any nicer rumors circling around?

[liaising]

Alas, accepting a position inside an enclosure tends to cut one off from the rumour mill. Nowadays, my rumours are your rumours.

1/2

[endgames]

Hey, you never know.

[Maybe they send secret radios, or messages by bird like the way ninja do. She's a liaison, so communication is obviously key. The only question is how often that happens from the Malnosso's side.]

[endgames]

[His tone shifts to somber.]

...if that's the circumstances, however. Would it be all right if I met you in person to discuss something?

[liaising]

That is certainly something we can do. Perhaps we could meet at the library, unless you have some reason not to place ourselves there?

[endgames]

No, that's accomplishable. Is an hour fine?

[liaising]

An hour is perfect. Look for me by the books on cooking. Recipes, and such. I can kill two birds with one stone, then, as they say.

[endgames]

M'am, yes m'am.

[With that he's over and out, and heads on his way to the library. He hasn't been here in a while, but everything is placed where he remembers it. That would put the cooking section... this way. He strides around some shelves, hands in his pockets, looking to spot her.]

and then my two jobs ploughed over me.

[liaising]

[ she's tripping her fingers through a book about...vegan recipes. flipping the pages with an eager sort of excitement. she might not even notice someone approaching her. ]

no worries! I know you had a lot on your plate

[endgames]

[He quietly makes his way over - he's a ninja and it is a library - and waits for a few seconds for her to take notice of him. She seems really into what she's reading, though, so he tilts his head to get a better look at the book she has.

Vegan recipes...?]

You know, there was this guy a while back who gave me a mean stir fry recipe.

[liaising]

[When she looks up, she is genuinely startled. Her eyes widen, her mouth opens...but it all soon gives way to a smile and slight bob of her body. Like a bow, maybe. Or a curtsey.

She hugs the book to her chest.] Is it simple? I'm not the world's best cook.

[endgames]

Me either. [Smirking, he raises an eyebrow. Every time he meets Carol, it never fails to impress him how different she is from the other members of the Malnosso, neither condescending, eccentric, or too rigid.

She's likable. As a liaison, that's the obvious point.]

He dumbed it down for me, since that was back when I was first learning. I could write it out for you, if you want.

[liaising]

In that case, I would love to trouble you for a copy. Though I doubt you came here to discuss my feeding habits. Not really.

[endgames]

[He shakes his head.] No. But I can discuss it with you while I write that up.

[Looking around, he spots a table.]

Mind if we take a seat?

[liaising]

[She wastes no time in making her way to the far side of the table, pulling the chair out on her end but waiting for him to sit before sitting herself.]

Please, after you.

[endgames]

Thanks. [And you know, he neglected to recall there's not a lot of loose paper laying around when he said he'd write that recipe out. As a result, he pulls out his journal when he sits to neatly rip a page from out of it to use.] For agreeing to meet me. I have a request I want to make... But I also have some questions.

[liaising]

...Let's start with the request. Get it out of the way, I fear, before it can be buried in a long long discussion.

[endgames]

[He nods, agreeing with that decision. And wondering if she suspects what he might ask. Pausing in his writing - a list of ingredients, from the look of it - he glances back up at her, hesitant, but quite serious.]

I'd like to arrange for a meeting with Specialist Davis. Can that be brought about?

[liaising]

Davis...[There is a hitch in her voice. A light stammer, but what it betrays is not yet evident.] That's not as simple to accomplish as it once was, I'm afraid.

[endgames]

[He doesn't probe, not wanting to out-step any boundaries. Yet. Her reaction does make him wonder if he's in a bad spot.]

I can go to him, if that's easier. We've crossed paths on missions before and I'm sure we will again.

[liaising]

If you can be patient, something might be able to be arranged.

[endgames]

Heh. If there's anything this world will teach a man, it's just that.

[He can wait. It'll give him time to ask more questions.]

[liaising]

I also can't promise the meeting will be anything approaching official. Davis doesn't hold the same position, now. If my sources are correct, his movement is not so free.