Save Libria Plot. Thread One.

[fathers_cleric]

Preston had tried to make his room presentable, but he didn't feel like it would be enough.

So there he waited, eyes on the door, finger tapping against his knee.

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[milkbonesoldier]

There was a rap at the door. "It's me," came a gruff voice from the other side. "Got your note, Preston."

[fathers_cleric]

Breathing heavily preston nodded. Crossing his arms he began to pace, glancing back and forth, "we're waiting for others but-Jurgen can't wait anymore. It has to be now."

He'll be dead shortly if they don't.

[milkbonesoldier]

"Fine," said Wells shortly. "I'm ready when you are."

And indeed he was; he'd got the grey suit out of the closet and was in it, albeit looking considerably more uncomfortable than the target of his impersonation would be.

Well, he'd have to put on the poker face whent hey got there.

[fathers_cleric]

"Excellent." Preston studied the fellow, "....I must say it's rather frightening how much you look like him."

Going to the closet, Preston removed a large black duffelbag, "It'll be you and I and an "honor guard" of sweepers." He set out matching Sweeper uniforms, "Then a couple of prisoners."

[song_tra_bong]

It took a little effort to find room 728 (Milliways doesn't exactly put things in numerical order) but Mary Anne's finally outside the door.

She knocks twice. "Preston? It's Mary Anne."

[fathers_cleric]

Grabbing the handle and pushing open the door, Preston glanced nervously down the hallway, "c'mon in."

His eyes lowered he pushes the door open more for her, "....The others should be here soon. We-Jurgen doesn't have much longer to last."

[song_tra_bong]

She steps inside, giving the room a cursory once-over. "How many of us are there?"

Her expression is calm, but her tone is all business. If they have to move fast, best to get straight the particulars.

[fathers_cleric]

"Seven." Preston murmured, "I'm told it's a lucky number."

[iamnotstorm]

Sarah had been given a note when she'd gone to get more paper for targets. She managed, barely, not to grin before asking for a map, not about to attempt to find the room on her own, before heading upstairs, knocking lightly, "Anyone home?"

[fathers_cleric]

Preston, standing, opened the door for her wide enough to see the others in the room, "C'mon in.

[iamnotstorm]

Sarah's smile was grim, but she was ready all the same, cracking her knuckles.

It wasn't a nervous gesture so much as an anxious one, she needed something to do, Max she knew, and she'd met Jack, the rest she'd likely seen around, though she figured after this she wouldn't forget them easily, "I'm ready when you are. How're we doing this?"

[fathers_cleric]

Preston gestures to the seat, "I'll Explain the plan when the others get here."

[transgenic_max]

Max has found that in navigating Milliways, you're safest ignoring where things should be. So she turns up not long after receiving Preston's note, rapping sharply on the door. "Hey. Got your note."

[fathers_cleric]

"Thanks." he smiled. the smile darkened and his face took on an expression seen by sense offenders, "....Max-Jurgen can't last much longer. If-I have to rescue him-It has to be today, tonight."

[transgenic_max]

She nods slightly. "Infirmary's on emergency alert already. Anyone need any equipment, or are we all ready?"

She doesn't question. It's not the time right now.

[fathers_cleric]

"I hadn't even considered that." Preston grinned, "Thanks a million."

He continues laying out his "costume" supplies, supplied in part by bar and a few of Jurgen's Underground members. "We're going in incognito."

[stopped_signal]

Mr. Universe comes upstairs, knocking a rhythmic pattern on the door.

[fathers_cleric]

Preston had only met Mr. Universe once-so upon answering the door he did a doubletake and nodded, "C'mon in. It's short notice but this rescue mission has to happen."

[stopped_signal]

"Ready to go when you are, my friend. Just name the time."