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[goddamnbadman]

[somewhere between the stationhive, the capsule house, and the mess hall, two short-tempered aliens are making a bit of a ruckus. business as usual, one might think, but if anyone who knows either of the two arguing comes near, they might notice something's a bit... off.]

((i'm calling it for the night, guys -- i'll pick up tomorrow! ♥))

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[thekingsgambit]

[Well... I was coming to find you to discuss THINGS. Now, I'm more than a little knocked off-base and distracted.]

... Mother's...

[thekingsgambit]

They advised establishing some type of underground shelter and seeking out an individual from camp. They believe them to be connected to Sayre, but the description was not one I am familiar with, at least not for her side.

[ascendthethorns]

Describe this individual.

[thekingsgambit]

A slim man in black cloak. They mentioned something about him seeming too happy for his own good. Normally, I would suspect Debussey, but black does not sound like his style.

Unless he has been up to his own devices again.

[ascendthethorns]

Another parallel to Masque.

[thekingsgambit]

It had crossed my mind.

[ascendthethorns]

The toys, the girl as a sacrifice. Their attractions appear here in much the same way as Masque's mansion did. They themselves seem to be free of Sayre's surveilance. Even her interference.

[thekingsgambit]

... Sacrifice?

[ascendthethorns]

Noir.

[thekingsgambit]

She is meant as a sacrifice? For what purpose?

[ascendthethorns]

Power, potentially.

[thekingsgambit]

Why her?

[ascendthethorns]

I don't know.

[thekingsgambit]

I imagine Noir is aware of this. She may be... difficult to find.

[ascendthethorns]

[Contemplative sigh.]

TIME-SPACE IS FOREVER LULU'S BITCH

[thekingsgambit]

... Our informant has also chosen a rather emphatic description for our threat.