005 [Note slipped under Arthas's door, written in red lipstick]

[call_me_saffron]

Saw your transmission. I take it things are bad on your end, too?

I can't contact the others-too risky.

We need to regroup.

-S

Comments

Spam/Log? And no, none of those traps can be tripped by accident.

[darknessb4me]

[There is a brief break in the red haze - damn she's good - and there's a response put under her door, just a room number.]

519.

Spam—apologies in advance for the slow; I'll be at a wedding all day.

[call_me_saffron]

[Saffron absorbs the number written simply on the note, before burning the scrap of paper in her incense tray. She waits until it's nothing more than crumbling ash, completely illegible, before leaving her cabin.

The walk to 519 is an anxious one. She knows that her warden will be keeping a close eye on her from now on, but meeting in person is the only safe way to do things now-journals can be hacked, and messages can be intercepted.

Outside the cabin, she shoots a wary glance either way up the corridor before letting herself in.]

It's me.

[Just that. It could be a trap, after all.]

Spam—no problem bb

[darknessb4me]

[The room's been cleaned up and the circles have been broken of their actual power with neat cuts in the outer rims, but it's still bare except for incomprehensible carvings on every possible surface and some stubborn bloodstains on the white paint.

Arthas is pacing, and his head snaps up when the door opens. He blinks at her for a moment as if he's forgotten why there would be someone else here but then nods and goes back to pacing-]

It seems odd that this is the first time we've met to discuss in person. What happened to the others?

Spam

[call_me_saffron]

((I'm just going to assume this convo to have taken place whilst Saffron was still in her warden's good graces. Things have...changed a bit since then.))

[Saffron spares a brief glance around the room, intrigued, before her gaze settles on the man before her.]

Ardent's in trouble. I don't know how much the wardens know about him but they know he's in charge, at least.

[She takes a few steps forward, pauses, glances back over her shoulder to the door. It's as if she worries that someone might burst in.]

I haven't had the chance to talk to Harry yet-I thought I'd come to you first because we haven't been seen together. I can't risk being seen talking the others again, not with my warden keeping such tight tabs on me.