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 CCT: Well, it seems like Libby was more tired than he was. Balish glances around for a shirt, before muttering a curse under his breath and pulling Maenam's bright pink hoodie on and stalking into the Library, heading toward the elevator.

 CTC: Meouet begins heading down the hall, adjusting her shawl as she goes, and presses the button to summon the elevator.

 CCT: He pauses at the foot of the elevator, tapping his foot. By the sound of the hellish thing, it's already in use. Hopefully it's not Ezredbet, or else he may want to hide... Well, he waits infront of it, looking irritated.

 CTC: Meouet is rewarded with a quick board of the elevator. 'Just a quick trip for a snack', she thinks before realizing the floor marked "L" is lit up. Maybe someone is returning from a meeting. Play it cool Meouet.

 CCT: Balish crosses his arms, drumming his fingers on his forarms. It still makes him nervous, his first time in the tower fresh in his thoughts.

 CTC: She feels the elevator come to a soft stop, the doors slide open to reveal... "Oh, hello..."

 CCT: Balish clicks his tongue, unwrapping his arms. "Oh, Meouet, GOOD." He stands to the side, gesturing her into the library with a wave of his hand. "JUST the troll I was looking for." The brightness and unpracticality of the hoodie is almost blinding, but Balish seems oblivious.

 CTC: "uhm..." She looks him over a few times. She's not big on fashion, but c'mon now.. "good timing then, I guess?"

 CTC: Her stomach rumbles.

 CCT: His ears perk slightly, and he gestures to a chair. "GIVE me a moment then, I can RETRIEVE something for you to eat."

 CTC: "It's not necessary... I can wait. What did you need to see me for?" she steps off the elevator and makes her way to the chair.

 CCT: He shakes his head. "I INSIST, this is an exersize to HELP you hone your POWERS, I can't have you DISTRACTED."

 CTC: "... right..."

 CCT: Balish pauses, dissappearing into the kitchen. There was some of that... Well, Libby never identified what it actually was, but some of that great-tasting bread-muck left... Balish opens up the refrigerator, pondering his options.

 CURRENT sanguineOracle [CSO] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

 CSO: ((just take what you want, remember, echo fridge))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((I did not, breadmuck it is))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish returns with a globular mass on a pristene white plate, setting it infront of the troll. "TRY it, it's actually FINE." He says, standing nearby, towering over.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet tries to disguise a scowl, but it doesn't go over very well, her face contorting awkwardly with her feeble attempts to hide it. "uh... thanks..." She hesitates a moment before taking the plate, and smelling it.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He rolls his eyes. "It's Twink FOOD, believe it or NOT."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((Meouet, it smells like a blend of tropical fruit and sugar))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: She sighs and decides it can't be that bad... she grabs the cloest utensil and takes a few bites.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( i was thinking fairy-bread, but i didn't think anyone was a kiwi in here ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: (( eh, fairy bread's not bad. ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((But this is like weird banana bread))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: It isn't terrible, but she's a bit too busy stuffing her face to comment on it.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( ah ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish cocks an eyebrow. "You CAN come get food whenever you WANT, you know..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "I wush comigh..." she swallows, "here for that... pardon me. I just don't want to waste too much of your time eating in front of you..." She quickly finishes off the plate. She'll regret that later, but it accomplishes a few goals for now.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish gives a short nod. "Are you PREPARED then? I'd LIKE to get this... LESSON underway..." Balish gives a sigh, adding "So I can FIND where my moirail had run off to."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet sets the plate down. "Let's get to it then."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish nods, kneeling infront of her. "Okay, THEN, if you WOULD outline your powers at the MOMENT."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meout attempts to make a mental inventory of her abilities before articulating them

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( not sure if i can say them cause i don't really know, nor is my character sheet entirely complete... SO halp? ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: (( just describe what you percieve your blood abilities to be at the moment. You can be wrong, it's ok. Link me our sheet tho

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: I'll make GeTe look at it ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( errr. rage? ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((yes that too >> <<

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0AoSoJqkV7jwQdGhuNVpIMFl0WFNmWEFjMEVWdFZfUkE&usp=sharing#gid=0 ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((that sheet looks p good. If you have an extra you want let me know. Otherwise you're good))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "I can sense negative emotions... I've not tried for the distance you're asking, I've been in the same abode... Uhm... I can't connect the emotions with memories... I can't see those."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "I haven't really tried too far beyond that. I don't want to tip anyone off that would have my head on a platter. If you feel like something is in my power and would like me to try it, I'll do my best."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish gives his head a shake. "You SHOULD practice HERE, this is the safest PLACE to do so, which is WHY I asked you HERE." Balish opens his palm, pulling on his power of Breath to summon a little twister in his open palm.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((Breath is +2))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((yeah you're fine))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT:, "RIGHT now, your power may SEEM limited, but the MORE you WORK with it, the STRONGER it gets." Balish pauses, closes his eyes, trying to creat a gentle, circling breeze around the library.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Ah..." she scratches behind her ear nervously. "I've been focusing on other things..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((SO busts in! "DON'T MESS UP THE BOOKS, BALISH!" and leaves LOL JK ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((ehehe))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Which reminds me... I've worked up something for you. I'm still testing it, but it might be useful if you find yourself out of control again." She places her hands in her lap again. "But... yes. What did you need me to see if I could do?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish cuts off the breeze with a quick twist of his hand, leaving the library air eerily still, creating an almost oppressive atmosphere, like being in a sealed room.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( ' ^ ' ;))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "I APPRECIATE the thought, but I'm not exactly... SUPPORTIVE of outside help. That is SOMETHING I should face ALONE." Balish shakes his head, continueing on. "What I am ASKING you to do is to LOCATE people I FEEL toward. It MAY be difficult, but if you are WILLING to try it MAY be very USEFUL."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Which feeling am I searching for?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish gives a shrug. "WHICHEVER you CAN." He offers a hand forward. "In CASE you need CONTACT to help. My feelings toward Libby MAY be a good START, she IS nearby."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Is that not ..." Meouet recalls their red romance, "Positive? I don't think I need to See to know..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He nods. "POSITIVE emotion, CORRECT, passion and care and adoration. But the EXERCISE is LOCATING her through those emotions, not IDENTIFYING them."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: She frowns. She's been wrong. It's difficult to be wrong when you felt you were making progress with your focus. "I'll... try without contact first."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet attempts to sense the emotion described from Balish and to see if she can see a strand of thread connecting it anywhere.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((Rage is +1?))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( yes ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( am i still connected))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC made AG an OP.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC made CT an OP.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC made SO an OP.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((She's probably going over rolls :P))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: (( you easily pick up Libby's location from Balish's intense feelings for her. She's in the bed in the next room.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((rage = passion, you pick up any intense, passionate emotions.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((if the emotions are shared, you can find the other person.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "She's..." Meouet points in the direction of the other room. "Somewhere back there."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish gives a slow nod. "GOOD, good, you've FOUND her... NEXT, I want you to FIND someone you don't KNOW. How about my moirail? Someone I FEEL protectively toward, who I care for, who I WANT to see happy?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "You mean not know them visually or physically? I thought we'd spoke-" She's chattering when she should be Seeing. Meouet closes her eyes and tries to trace... protectiveness... attachment...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "You've SPOKEN..." He says quietly, allowing her to concentrate while still adding in his opinion. "But not SEEN one another..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Sadly, Meouet, the feelings between Moirails aren't very passionate, and you cannot spot them at this time.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: She shakes her head side to side, her hair flopping slightly.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He tilts his head. "SOMETHING the matter?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Is there some other sort of feeling? That description isn't working. I can't follow it."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish shakes his head. "I'm not SURE how else to DESCRIBE it... A certain TRUST perhaps?" Balish pauses, shaking his head. "ACTUALLY, we should try something EASIER. Like... a DARK emotion."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "That's more in line with what I've been trying."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish nods. "TRY one then... HATE, rivalry, SOMETHING like that?" He offers the top of his hand again, palm down. "JUST in case you NEED the assistance."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "I had forgotten. Should we try Maenam again with contact?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He tilts his head. "ONLY if you WANT, it's YOUR power, I'm just here to HELP."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet nods... and tries to... ick. Why did she think she could touch him? This isn't going to work...

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Let's just... Hate sounds great... let's go with that one."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((so Jackie then? ;) ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((There's a list))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((RIGHT HAHA))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet attempts to follow the various darker emotional paths from Balish.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ok

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((let me make some rolls, see which ones come up highest

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((Whoo, you only get one))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( what luck! ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((which one, strongest, weakest, middle? there is a lot of hate from balish xD))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: You feel intense passionate hatred, that borders on a need for rivalry and control, leading outside and into space. You can't quite pinpoint the exact location, but you realize it's nullar, and she's still not far from the tower, relatively speaking.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Uhm..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "WELL?" Balish asks, looking more worried than cross.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "So, it seems someone you really really cannot stand is... far but not too far... and I think I'm just guessing off the information you've given me, but it's probably the one you told me that contacting was basically following through on a deathwish of some sort." She wrinkles her nose.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish's head pulls back slightly, and he flushes, "UH, right, yes... Erm...Yeah..." Balish fumbles for an excuse, before sighing. "OKAY, caught me, I'm TRYING to save her sorry BUTT from this mess, and I THOUGHT it would be good PRACTICE if I helped YOU at the same TIME."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "It's my business, but not my business. You don't need to explain yourself to me."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Unfortunately right now that's all I can trace..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He shakes his head. "I SHOULD have, but Libby WISHES to keep you two APART, so I figured it would be BETTER this way." He glances back up, and tilts his head, blush all but faded. "So, is that ALL? No EXACT pinpoint?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Just outside of the tower... Beyond that really... but not so far that I don't know about their existence." Meouet looks at the floor, a little disappointed in herself.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((meouet has the exact location, she just has no frame of reference with which to explain it.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( oh good to know! ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((Fair point...))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish takes a moment, and nods. "So you KNOW the DIRECTION. Could you, say, FOLLOW the emotion? use it to FIND the OTHER end for a BETTER grasp of it? So you will be using my COUNTERPART, DESPITE the distance."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Maybe it's more... precise to say... If I were to head in that direction, I could find them, but I've not been there so describing it is nearly impossible. You couldn't tell me where my hive was. It's kind of the same thing... Maybe that's not a good description either."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: " 'Out there' is really all I have."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish nods. "We can HARLDY just go off that... ACTUALLY, we DO have a map..." Balish pauses, equiping the Orienting Projector, taking a moment to fire up a blown up picture of the Astrolobe. "THIS is a sort of... MAP, of which we have. It's DOUBTFUL it will HELP, honestly I'm just GRASPING at straws, but... I'm WILLING to try more than I'd LIKE to admit."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet purses her lips and attempts to orient the direction in her head to the visual representation of the space around the Tower.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((Meouet, this helps. You can tell she's out in "Specific direction" but without the tower to orient it with being added to the map, you can't tell how far."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Where are we?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish pauses, clicking his tongue. "GOOD question. I've been MEANING to ask. I SUPPOSE I could always get Libby out here, ALTHOUGH I am afraid the SCALE may be OFF if we do add in the TOWER as a feasible ITEM..." Balish mutters for a few second, walking over to a bookcase and dissipearing inside, leaving the projector and hologram lingering in the air.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC ceased responding to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT made TC an OP.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CURRENT taciturnContagion [CTC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( that must be why my last message disappeared... ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((I'm back in the bedroom))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Mėọuėṭ ạssumės ṭhė cėnṭėṙ wọulḍ ḃė ṭhė ṭọwėṙ ạnḍ ạṭṭėmpṭ ṭọ cạlculạṭė gėnėṙạl lọcạṭịọn fṙọm ṭhėṙė.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( PAIN ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish enters the bedroom, glancing around.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((in the center is some type of planet, with a golden moon circling it. Meanwhile, Libby is asleep on the bed, still nestled in a pile of pillows and blankets

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish pushes toward his matesprite, leaning forward and giving her a few tender kisses along her jawline.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: She grumbles and licks her lips. "Yes?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "I'm CURIOUS about something, to be HONEST. I have the ASTROLOBE for reference, but I don't KNOW where the TOWER happens to be. Do you HAPPEN to have an IDEA where it may BE?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: She nods. "Let me get up." She crawls out of the bed and grabs his t-shirt, pulling it on over her head. "Where are my pants.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish blinks, wandering over to where he tossed them. "I FELL asleep with them tangle up on my HORNS, I think they are around here SOMEWHERE."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: She nods and finds them across the room, before putting them on. "Shall we?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish takes her hand. "THANK you. It's a STUPID hobby, sure, but it's MINE."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: She chuckles. "And you're mine, don't fret." Libby heads into the Library. "Aah, Meouet. How are you?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet turns from trying to figure out what was happening on the map... "Hello. I'm well. Yourself?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: "Fine." Libby turns to Balish. "So how can I help?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "I JUST need to know where the TOWER is. Or, hey, the ASTROLOBE as well..." Balish pauses, worry seeming to melt off his features. "Proper IDENTIFICATION should help too. Oh, HEY and a PROPER scale." He begins to wave a hand at the projection. "Oh, and MAYBE we can formate terrain for EACH planet? This'll be so much FUN..." Balish says, grinning while circling the astrolobe.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Isn't the tower supposed to be hidden? Adding it would be... dangerous, right?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Can't we just point?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby grumbles. "I can't see it, Balish. Your thing." She waves her hand through the projection. "I'd have to see the code." Libby chuckles and faces Meouet, "I don't care if Jack knows where I am. In fact, I dare him to come."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish opens his mouth, then closes it, burning bright with shame. "Of COURSE not, I APOLOGIZE..." Balish thinks for a moment, than graps the device, handing it over.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby presses it a few times, then takes out her own device. With one in each hand, she begins tapping on them. "It'll take a few minutes for the files to transfer. What are we doing?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Finding others relative locations."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish glances at Meouet. "Helping HER find more used for her POWERS, through locating people."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "That one." Meouet watches the devices blankly.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby nods. "Aah, more locations means easier triangulation." She taps her foot idly as the download continues. "Who are you looking for?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish crosses his arms. "We TALKED about this Libby."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: She grumbles, nodding. "I don't have to like it."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "BESIDES, it's been ABOUT time I got a FULL map of this game."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: She sticks out her tongue. "You wont like it either."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He tilts his head. "WHAT do you mean? I'd LOVE to see the bounds of WHAT this game has to OFFER. It MAY provide an ADVANTAGE, at some point."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: "I'm only going to go out about 100 miles past the edge of the tower. You don't need more than that." She grumbles. "Should really get you some tracking software on here later."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Is anyone else involved taking it seriously? I hear from... er... reliable sources... that most of the others are interested in filling quadrants. If we're confined to the game and the planet is lost... there's no pressure... right?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: "We'll scratch." She hands Balish his device. It has a lot less free space than it did before. "Basically, we'll give everyone a do-over, and I'll bring as many as I can with me, provided they aren't someone I want to murder."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Like billiards. Clever."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish thumbs the device between his fingers, summoning the map.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: The map is much larger now, looking very much like a diagram of space. You see tiny motes of light, glimmering in the debris, with labels scrawled in twink. Far out, near a bookcase, you see one labelled "Libby's Tower"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( can meouet read twink? ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish blinks, and sits down, holding his head in his hands. "This is... BEAUTIFUL..." He whispers, awestruck.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((no. Balish can teach her, or she can ask for the easy way hehehe))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( nope ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: (( Balish can teacher her then, she mentioned it.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He stands back up, marveling each planet, and lingering near the one that is his own. He gestures to the bookshelf. "That is Libby's TOWER, go from THERE."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Meouet, you can easily pinpoint her location now, and the direction she's moving. Currently Nullar is only an inch or two away from the tower."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet points fairly close to the tower.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish isn't paying attention. He is analyzing LoQaP.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: The whole planet is a soft ivory mote. "You really need a twink computer.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: " Libby comments. "Can't even touch them with this one."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Are they meant to be this... close to us?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: "Who?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "N... nuh..." Meouet can't remember the name. "Nurlar?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish clicks his tongue, Libby thoroughly getting his attention. "Y-you... WELL, I've been WORKING on it, with the Illistrated Primer and your EYE, but..." Balish shakes his head, still baffled.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby shrugs. "Well, she was sent out of here." She smiles at Balish. "We'll get you one, once we have some time to teach you how to use it."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish coughs in his hand, straightening up. "RIGHT, right... WELL, I suppose next is Ryspor, then this MATTER can be... WRAPPED up."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: "What about Ryspor?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He glances over. "We are USING him to create the PORTAL right? It'll be GOOD practice for HIM too." Balish rolls his eyes. "And by the H.ONK if ANYONE needs help it's HIM and his team."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((inviting GT to this memo then?))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Ryspor..." Meouet has two people here who have various feelings for Ryspor now... She tries to work with both of them, to follow the common line.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((let me roll))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((and ask GT where he is?))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC made GT an OP.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((Where is Ryspor atm?))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CURRENT gregariousTroubadour [CGT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((in his room designing and thinking of where he's going to get fabric))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Meouet, you sense a lot of irritation towards ryspor coming from Balish. You follow it easily, to Ryspor's bedroom.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby nods to Balish. "Shall I call him?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish gives a short nod. "I SUPPOSE, the faster this is DONE the better."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "I can retrieve him... if you like."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish tilts his head. "WHY? If ANYTHING this just HELPS, until Ryspor gets here we can PRACTICE."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby smiles to Meouet. "Go for it."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby elbows Balish hard in the stomach.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish coughs, curling slightly. "O-OR that, YEAH."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet heads off to follow this. She's not aware quite how accurate it is yet, and she grins to herself thinking of how fun this will be if it turns out to be spot-on.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO ceased responding to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT made SO an OP.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CURRENT sanguineOracle [CSO] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((repost everything since my last. I accidentally closed it))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He gives Meouet a moment to dissipear, then glances toward Libby. "Well, you have me ALONE, dear."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((CENSORED BECAUSE THE LITTLE CHILDREN ARE PRESENT))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( what who ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Meouet and Ryspor feel free to RP your meeting up and coming back to the library.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT ceased responding to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( lets hope i can tell purples apart ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT made GT an OP.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((~GT~ has a quirk))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CURRENT gregariousTroubadour [CGT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((whatd i miss))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((And has GT before it))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( im still learning ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((no no it's no issue just saying :P))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( [09:18:31] TC: Meouet knocks on Ryspor's door. 'DOK DOK DOK' "Ryspor?" Meout calls. [09:18:41] GT: ((dok dok dok omfg)) [09:18:46] GT: ((best sound effect)) [09:19:23] GT: ~Ryʃpor walkʃ over to the door and openʃ it. "Meovet, hello! What can I do for yov?"~ [09:20:00] TC: "You are needed in the Library." Meouet peers up at him. [09:20:46] GT: ~"Oh, all right then. Lead the way, haha." He ʃetʃ do

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> ʃketchbook he waʃ holding and cloʃeʃ the door behind him.~ ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet leads the way back to the library.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( i am descriptive yes ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: The elevator back to the library seems to take an unusually long amount of time. When you arrive, Balish is sitting on one of the arm chairs, his hoodie mysteriously vanished. Libby is sitting on his lap, licking something off one of her fingers. "There you are!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish's eyes widen, and he glances away, focusing on a corner while his face turns a lavish shade of purple.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet is curious and checks the air for feels.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( I CAN FEEL IT, CALLING IN THE AIRRRRRRR TONIIIIIIGHT ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((Meouet they totally frickety fracked while you were gone))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( ewwy. that's nasty Ms. Oracle. ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor ʃmileʃ and waveʃ happily at Libby, glancing cvriovʃly at Baliʃh for a moment. "Hello, Libby! I trvʃt yov two had a moʃt, haha, enjoyable evening?"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Target retrieved." Meouet says smugly.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor ʃtifleʃ a giggle.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish coughs, blush spreading to the tips of his ears poking out of his hair.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby nods. "Excellent, well..." She climbs off of Balish's lap. "I believe you have something you were working on?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish nods, pulling up after her. "Y-YES, well, Rysor, I would like YOU to create a PORTAL at a specific POINT in SPACE, and create ANOTHER at a DIFFERENT point to, uh, TRANSPORT something."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor blinkʃ. "Well, I can moʃt certainly give it a ʃhot. I'm not exactly the moʃt advanced ʃpace player, bvt I did manage to avoid craʃhing into a wall the laʃt time I attempted it, ʃo I'll do my beʃt. Where wovld yov like me to place the portal?"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish nods, gesturing to the room, which is filled with a huge map of space. "Meouet, if you COULD?" Balish wanders over to the astrolobe identification. "HERE."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Identify the current location?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "Identify WHERE the first portal SHOULD be." He mutters, shaking his head.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet steps toward the astrolobe and takes a deep breath.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "For what we were discussing earlier... that location will be... " Meouet points near to the last position, "Here, at least if we're still on the same page."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor lookʃ confvʃedly at the map. "All right, I...think I know where that iʃ, rovghly. Do, ah, do yov want me to do it now, or...?"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish blinks. "PORTAL, from HERE to THERE. Would you LIKE me to draw a PICTURE?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Do I need to leave?" Meouet seems slightly concerned.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby bites her lip.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "WHY?" He asks, tilting his head. "Meouet you seem VERY concerned to LEAVE. Is there a PROBLEM?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "I'm just not entirely clear on what we're doing, and if one of the outcomes is what I think it is, it is probably best for me not to get involved."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: outcome*

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He blinks. "Meouet, we are taking THAT point and LINKING it to the OTHER. BESIDES, you MAY wish to be here to help us PINPOINT the location."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby coughs. "Ryspor, what Balish is attempting to dance around is that he'd like you to rescue Nullar, by opening a portal from her current location, to another, as he would prefer to avoid bringing her here."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet breathes a sigh of relief. Her negative anticipation was unfounded.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He crosses his arms. "I THOUGHT it was SIMPLE enough."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~A look of vnderʃtanding dawnʃ on hiʃ face. "Ahhhh. Well, by all meanʃ, let vʃ pinpoint the location of the ʃecond portal, yeʃ?"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: He grits his teeth, wandering over to the astrolobe lable. "HERE. Like I SAID earlier."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor povtʃ a little. "There'ʃ no need to be teʃty abovt it, yov know." He then ʃhvtʃ hiʃ eyeʃ and concentrateʃ VERY HARD on the two locationʃ he'ʃ been ʃhown.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((space is +2))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: (( AG you here?))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( i think food happened))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((le sign))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: ((yes sorry was cooking))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: ((I was peeling pearl onions. Time consuming and unrewarding.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Ryspor, i'm rolling for you, is that fine?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((yeah))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Balish, you notice Libby pull something out of her captchalogue just as Ryspor attempts to use his powers. Nullar, you feel a sudden increase in gravity, and tumble end over end inside the capsule, grabbing ahold of a hand rail by accident, but clinging to it for dear life. A portal opens in the cieling of the library, and a small space craft falls throught it, slamming into the ground and knocking aside

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> bookcases and tables, littering the room with debris.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish falls out of the way, showing in debris. "SERIOUSLY?" He roars, "WHAT did I JUST SAY, WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~"I-it'ʃ not my FAVLT! I TOLD yov I waʃn't adept at vʃing my powerʃ yet!"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: "Is everyone all right?" Libby calls, her hands empty again. She approaches the capsule, running her fingers along the dark metal exterior.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: Nullar's thinking 'And this is when a horrorterror eats me.'

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish stands, approaching the twink, mouth set in a line. "Libby..." He calls, hands flexing, before glancing at Ryspor. "I KNEW I should have just trusted the MAIL..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby is busy stroking the side of the craft, chittering softly. She ignores Balish.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: ((uh I just broke a dish in the oven and it exploded so uh brb))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((OMFG))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((ACK))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet pulls herself up and leans against a fairly sturdy looking bookcase. She's mentally prepared to draw her weapon, but waits for a cue.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( yikes ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~"Look, I'm not entirely ʃvre what happened, bvt I mvʃt have loʃt concentration or ʃomething like that! I ʃWEAR I waʃ NOT aiming for the tower!"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: Nullar starts banging on the shuttle from the inside. "TAHW EHT KCUF!!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: ((I tried to add water to a hot dish. BOOM.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((good yob))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~"Look, it'ʃ fine, it'ʃ fine, I'll jvʃt, take a gander at the coordinateʃ once more, and try again!" Ryʃpor lookʃ ʃlightly panicked ʃtill bvt haʃ hit vpon a ʃOLVTION ʃo everything'ʃ going to be all right.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby smiles at hearing Nullar's distress. She presses her cheek up against the craft.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish stalks over to Libby. "Libby, dear, I KNOW what you WANT to do in this SITUATION, and I KNOW shit has been HITTING THE FAN..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: "Ryspor, there's no need to try again. I don't want you to stress yourself."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: She traces little swirls on the ships hull, planting little kisses on the scarred metal.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "WRONG, wrong, there is a PERFECT need to try AGAIN, yes..." Balish lays a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~"Right, yeʃ, thiʃ will only take a moment!" He takeʃ a hvrried glance at the map before concentrating again.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby shakes her head, whispering silently to the ship.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((what i don't even get to roll))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((I'll let you roll. +2? ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((yup))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: (( http://prntscr.com/2o4ihz ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor beginʃ to panic jvʃt a little. "It'ʃ not WORKING oh no oh no oh no"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: "Ryspor, Meouet... I think It would be a good idea if you went to your rooms now."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby sounds almost jubilant.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "I THINK it would be a GOOD TIME for YOU to be EXCUSED as WELL," Balish hisses at the Twink, taking a firm hold on her other shoulder.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "... Uhm..." Meouet seems really... unsettled. There's a lot of negative emotion happening, and she doesn't even need to be a Seer to know that.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby smiles sweetly at Balish. "I made you a promise, didn't I?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Meouet, Nullar is terrified, Balish is (what are you balish) and Libby is both excited and filled with hate.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "Do NOT let this WIN, Libby, THINK." He growls, wrapping an arm under her stomach. There is a mess going on in Balish, concern, worry, an oppressive rage, all under a wash of fear.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet's mind flees to thoughts of having more power. Something. Anything she could do to neutralize the situation.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby whispers something to Balish, and giggles.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: Nullar doesn't appear to be moving anymore, but she doesn't appear to be dead either. After banging a few more times, she grumbles, and tries to hear what's going on, fully expecting to hear the everpresent nothingness of space.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: "And I PROMISED to FIGHT you when this comes UP." He hisses back, trying to squeeze between the twink and the vessle. "H.onk TAKE you Ryspor, DO SOMETHING, FUCKING DO SOMETHING."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor makeʃ the execvtive deciʃion that Libby haʃ gone FAR ENOVGH. He briʃkly walkʃ over, grabʃ her by the back of her dreʃʃ, and beginʃ ʃhooʃhpapping her calmly and firmly.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((libby doesn't wear a dress.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((or shirt or whatever she's wearing))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((Balish's shirt))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((that then))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby begins waving her hand at Ryspor irritably. "Not now I'm busy." ((roll Empathy or Rapport))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((empathy))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((+4))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((Whoo good job Ryspor! http://prntscr.com/2o4ksi ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((:D))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby stops petting the capsule for a moment and turns to Ryspor. "What?" ((make your moirail speech loser.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((ah fuck all right))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet mumbles under her breath, "yes, this is how the session succeeds..." and rolls her eyes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish glares, eyes beginning to glow a soft hue of purple.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( am i still in here? ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((si))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((ok here we go))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~“Libby, I want yov to take a ʃtep back and think abovt what killing Nvllar will do in the long term. Yeʃ, yov’ll feel ʃatiʃfied for a while, I’m not denying that, bvt in the end yov will regret thiʃ. Baliʃh iʃ a ʃtvpid troll, I know, bvt he’ʃ YOVR ʃtvpid troll, and I don’t know if he’d forgive yov for killing hiʃ kiʃmeʃiʃ. Think of all the betrayal and hvrt yov felt when the one trol

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> did ʃomething that went againʃt everything yov knew. Killing Nvllar will have the ʃame effect on him. I think yov are a better twink than that, Libby; no, I KNOW yov are a better twink than that. I’m not ʃaying yov ʃhovldn’t feel angry at Nvllar. Yov have every right to be angry with her. Bvt killing her iʃ NOT the anʃwer.” He ʃhooʃhpapʃ her once more. “We can figvre thiʃ ovt, I promiʃe yov. ʃ

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> ʃcot-free. Bvt pleaʃe, don’t engage in hate-fvelled mvrder.” He tapʃ the final part. ‘Yov are ʃtill a librarian at heart. I can feel it.’~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby digs her fingers into Ryspor's shoulder. "Fine. Get her out of here. Get her out of my home. Leave the capsule. You have 5 minutes. If she's still here when I come back into this room, I am going to kill her, and you cannot stop me." (( http://prntscr.com/2o4n2c ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Libby turns away, heading into the bedroom.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor nearly collapʃeʃ in relief, wiping hiʃ brow ʃhakily. Then he takeʃ a ʃteadying breath. "All right. ʃomeone ʃhow me thoʃe map coordinateʃ again."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet's jaw has dropped a little. What the heckity-hell just happened?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish points at the pod, then at the astrolobe lable, and pushes into the bedroom, eyes shining like spotlights, teeth strikingly sharp.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor qvickly concentrateʃ once more on the pointʃ in ʃpace indicated.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((Which two points. I want to make sure the player gets it.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((the floor beneath the spacecraft and wherever balish wants null sent off to))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((also could i maybe use my protective instinct stunt to roll empathy instead))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((Not inside like Libby directed?))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((oh oops))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((just the area below null then))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC ceased responding to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((and no, not with space rolls this difficult. I shouldn't even be letting you try again so soon because you're not god tier, but frankly...))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor ʃtopʃ abrvptly. "Yov know, I think I'm making thiʃ far more difficvlt than I need to." He walkʃ over to the ʃhvttle and preʃʃeʃ the bvtton that lookʃ moʃt like it openʃ the hatch/door/whatever the ʃpaceʃhip haʃ.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CURRENT taciturnContagion [CTC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Mėọuėṭ ạṭṭėmpṭs ṭọ ṙėmạịn sṭịll ạnḍ sṭėạlṭhy.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT made TC an OP.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: A series of twink inputs appear on the side. You translate it easily "Please enter your designation."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT ceased responding to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC made GT an OP.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CURRENT gregariousTr0ubadour [CGT] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((ok whatd i miss now))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( what did you last get ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: A series of twink inputs appear on the side. You translate it easily "Please enter your designation."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor lookʃ vncertainly at the pad, and cavtiovʃly enterʃ "Libby".~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: ((self destruct sequence activated, null dies, the end P: ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: The screen changes. "Please enter genetic profile specification tag followed by unit number."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Just do the portals, we're running out of time!" Meouet shouts from the bookcase.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor lookʃ blankly at the new meʃʃage. "...Ah, do yov have any idea what Libby'ʃ 'genetic profile ʃpecification tag followed by vnit nvmber' iʃ?"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~He getʃ an idea, ʃvddenly. "I ʃAY, NVLLAR, IF YOV CAN HEAR ME, DO YOV PERHAPʃ KNOW JACKIE'ʃ 'GENETIC PROFILE ʃPECIFICATION TAG FOLLOWED BY VNIT NVMBER' Iʃ? IT'ʃ RATHER VRGENT!"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((*what))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: Nullar perks up at the voice, then puts her head in her hands. Oh man, if Ryspor's trying to get her out of this stupid tin can, she's fucking doomed. "THAT'S MORE OF A FIFTH DATE THING RYSPOR"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~"AGH, FOR GOODNEʃʃ' ʃAKE!" He growlʃ. "HOLD ON TIGHT, PLEAʃE!" He concentrateʃ once more on hiʃ original plan.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((+2 space u say?))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((rrrrolling my space for floor of spacecraft and astrolobe yes))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: (( http://prntscr.com/2o4tg4 )) Nullar, you suddenly feel the floor drop out from under you. You fall through space until you land, HARD, on a wooden floor. Take the minor consequence "scraped and bruised" it's purely for RP, you'll remove it when your next session starts.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: ((okay))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: ((wooden floor in the astrolabe?))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~Ryʃpor openʃ a cavtiovʃ eye. "...Do yov think it worked?"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((you're blind. You don't know, you hope.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet tries to check the location, unless the astrola/obe and library are the same thing.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: "Welp," Null says with a sigh. She equips her hoe and uses it to stand up, her legs kind of wobbly from her sleeping and being stuck in the pod for so long.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CAG: She also checks for nearby presences.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((nullar, you're in the astrolabe.))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((and also no longer in this scene. :P ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Meouet, Ryspor, are you doing anything or do you want to chat about who's going to get killed for the state the library is in?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ((probably just chatting))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( CTC: Meouet tries to check the location, unless the astrola/obe and library are the same thing. ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: ((they aren't. Nullar is now gone from your ability to detect.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( ah. ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "So... the Oracle isn't going to kill them then?" Meouet tenses up a little, awaiting a positive answer.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~"I don't think ʃo, no!" He brightenʃ vp conʃiderably, before finally noticing the ʃtate of the library. He gvlpʃ. "I, ah, I believe we may be next on her liʃt if thiʃ room remainʃ in thiʃ ʃtate of diʃarray mvch longer, however."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: "Right..." Meouet starts setting a bookcase upright, tidying things a little. "Would you need to get rid of that pod?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~"Mmm, no, Libby ʃaid to leave it. We'd better ʃort of...work arovnd it, I ʃvppoʃe." He beginʃ hvnching over and picking vp bookʃ from where they lie ʃpilled on the floor and checking their condition.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet looks around for Balish.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Balish is in Libby's bedroom.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: Meouet helps clean up then?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Sure

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: if you and ryspor want to RP, that's fine.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: This memo has outlived its usefullness

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: Nullar is saved

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: thanks to "the drama-puff girls"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( have fun all ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: ((ehehe))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CGT: ~i call being bloʃʃom~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: also, Nullar is aware

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CTC: (( i wanna be buttercup ))

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: that there was a troll with Ryspor and Balish who she didn't know

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CCT: Most importantly, Balish got a map

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO: lol

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CSO ceased responding to memo.