- Chancellor Derrick Avalon was promoted to his current status, and a ball was announced in his honor.
- Commander Lulu Botrelle was reinstated to her post, and promptly began pursuing a discreet relationship with Viceroy Varren to gain influence. Her plans to stage a coup have continued.
- Kora Norrevinter was demoted due to an extraordinary failure in her mission to retrieve her daughter from the terrorist “Wanderers.” Several knights were killed, her daughter chose to stay behind, and Kora was left damaged and disgraced.
- Rick Ronin was sighted entering an Erubescan library in the West District. He chatted with locals and did his best to try and research using the local tech.
- Commander Botrelle was contacted to confront the threat, and pulled in Kora for assistance (and in the hope that public heroics could save her friend from being deployed to the front lines).
We rejoin the action in the midst of this conflict…
In a silent flash of bent, swirling space-time (much like a pocked acne scar in the face of reality,) the teleporter appeared in the alley caddy-corner to the West District Library. Not even a second later, he was gone with the same whizz of motion.
Far less subtle, however, were the passengers he deposited in his wake: One large, hoodie-clad Norsewoman, and a considerably more petite blonde in a pencil skirt and pink blouse.
The latter’s emerald eyes tracked a fixed point on the ground, trying to will away the nausea that had always plagued her with teleporting (which was, by far, the least civilized form of transport she could pull to mind). After a moment, she took in a heavy breath and proceeded forward into the bustle of the West District.
It was, as one would expect, a very Tuesdayish Tuesday: Crowds of business-professional and casual dressers alike pounded down the sidewalks, and the elevated train whooshed on its way overhead like a great friendly serpent. There was a small café to their right, complete with red-clothed tables, and what looked to be a bank on their left.
The upper-middleclass metropolitan center looked nothing short of itself, and that unnerved Lulu all the more.
“Alright, Norrevinter,” she said, eyeing up the building where the target had been reported, “Just like we planned. We’re going to do this as quietly as possible. I’ll get eyes on him. You pull the fire alarm. I’ll detain him while the building evacs, and you can rendezvous with me to confront him.”
And then, after a brief check of her watch, “Or, rather, toss the plan halfway through when nothing goes accordingly, and do make and effort to not die.”