Conference Headquarters

[Hattish Thing]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

Kramolagh frowns here, thinking over the question. After several seconds, he responds, glancing once more to the shadow creature. "Zhe process is quite violent, and c-can only be safely observed miles avhay, from within an observation chamber. Mortal eyes, after all, vhere n-not meant to gaze upon zhe divine."

"Vhatever your nature may be, it vhould be vhise t-to take precautions."

"If you vish, you could attend."

[Chaotic Bob]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

"At least you follow your slavery to the end."
Edict growls and the curls somewhat into himself, as the lights on his arms blaze to the tune of magical pain.

Feia barely notices, smiling slightly.
"There is no need for concern, I have some experience in matters such as this. I merely need the when and where."

[Hattish Thing]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

Noticing the creature's last few words, Kramolagh turns to it, offering a blank stare from beneath the onyx lenses of his starmetal spectacles. The gray-coated man appears almost sympathetic towards the thing, frowning somewhat and clasping his cold hands together. "You needn't be frightened. It will be s-swift, noble thing."

"You are destined for greater zhings."

--

Towards Feia now, he responds. "I vhill need a day or s-so to ensure zhat zhe god-lab is ready for complete degeneration."

"Perhaps vhe can make a night of i-it."

[Chaotic Bob]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

Even through the lingering pain, Edict has no hesitation whatsoever with laughing in Kram's face.
"Oh good. The next cattle thinks I'm afraid and wanting a more meaningful end. Foo-tsss."
Somewhere in there, the arm runes flare brighter and cut him off.

Feia frowns at him, then shakes her head and resumes ignoring him.
"Take as long as you need. Dinner wouldn't disrupt the preparations?"

[Hattish Thing]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

Kramolagh does not flinch, for he had grown accustomed to the rantings of the Owbs, whose threats and pleading had long since been ignored by the man and his fellow technicians. "Afraid? I vhould not expect you to be. Fear is not real. A product of zhe thoughts y-you create. Death... death is very real, but fear? No, noble thing. Struggle, if you like. Shriek, cry out to zhe universe! No one vhill hear you. Work y-yourself into a lather, it matters not. It comes, all zhe same. No, be not afraid of zhe p-path ahead of you, but acknowledge zhe inevitability of vhat is to come."

"In a vhay, I envy you. You are to embark on a grand journey, noble thing, to experience true nothingness, the void between voids."

"Rapturous."

--

He glances towards the creature for several more seconds before breathing in and glancing towards Feia.

"No, madame. Do you have a method in vhich to contact me?"

[Chaotic Bob]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

The lights of Edict's eyes fade in some vague approximation of being mostly-closed.
"My only fear is that I will not be the one to peel your face from your skull, when you misstep."
He hunches down into a sort of squat and from there becomes quiet.

It discourages the runes.

Feia, meanwhile, has pulled a transparent gold crystal from somewhere and set it down on his desk.
"I doubt you could keep me from contacting you if you tried."

[Hattish Thing]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

Kramolagh continues to stare into the creature's eyes for several seconds before pulling away, clearly disappointed in the creature. The Owbs, at least, were somewhat conversational, when they weren't screaming. The gray-coated man returns to his desk, where he delicately lifts the small gold crystal up into the air, assessing it.

Once he's finished, he responds.

"I am a man of many s-surprises, madame."

"How does it vhork?"

[Chaotic Bob]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

Truly, Edict's heart bleeds for Kramolagh's disappointment.
Oh wait, he doesn't have one.
If his face was capable of a sneer at the moment, it would be doing so.

With a pleasant smile, Feia pulls out another one of the little golden crystals and spins those one on one of its corners like a top.
After a moment, Kramolagh's crystal will shake and try to pull itself away from him, to spin away in nearby airspace. Presuming he lets go, it will spin away, faster and faster, before seeming to deform into a crystalline version of Feia's face wearing an identically pleasant smile.
"A surprisingly useful novelty I collected on another business trip."
"A surprisingly useful novelty I collected on another business trip."
And it speaks in a quiet, slightly more musical mirror of her voice as well.

[Hattish Thing]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

Kramolagh nods here, looking over the twinkling device with a small smile upon his face. The magic of this world would never cease to amaze him, no matter how small and seemingly insignificant the application. "Ahh, it is quite l-lovely, an elegant enchantment. Can it be t-tracked, however? It does not seem to lend itself to such practices, but it never h-hurts to be cautious."

"Security is imperative."

[Chaotic Bob]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

Feia gives a dismissive hand wave to the question.
"I could track the link between the devices, while it is active, but no one else would be able to nor could I while it was idle."
Not entirely true. Anything can be tracked, with sufficient effort, but not as an intrinsic property.

"You are more at risk of being tracked by someone looking for Edict himself. Though I couldn't fathom why anyone would."

[Hattish Thing]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

Kramolagh nods a little here and there, his concerns somewhat alleviated. "I see. Vhell, it has been lovely speaking with you. Unfortunately, however, I have b-business vhich I must attend to. Vhould you prefer to hold onto zhe specimen until preparations have been conducted, or shall vhe handle storage?"

"Zhe god-lab is made for zhis purpose, it vhill not escape."

"Purely a matter of preference."

[Chaotic Bob]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

At this question, Feia's smile sharpens.
"Oh, feel free to hold onto him. Consider this a test of your facilities. If you cannot hold him, it will be rather enlightening."

"I detest being a teachable moment."

[Hattish Thing]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

Kramolagh nods here before retrieving what seems to be some sort of circular device from within his desk. He carries the device over to the creature in the corner before pressing a release, which causes the ringed thing to expand. Glowing silver runes inscribed into the circle begin to flash and spark, as if charging.

The gray-coated man reaches into a pocket to retrieve a radio-like device, speaking softly to someone in a strange language. Once coordinates are set, Kramolagh places the circle around the creature. Edict will likely feel a sensation similar to the feeling of being paralyzed, unable to speak or move in any sort of way.

One moment later, the circle offers a final flash, one which ought to teleport the thing elsewhere.

"In three days time, vhe vhill be ready."

"Shall I escort you out?"

[Chaotic Bob]

[Feia - Slumbersun Research Facility - Kramolagh's Study]

"Heh. Doomed."
Edict doesn't bother to prevent himself from being encircled, there isn't a point.
Might as well go in some vague degree of comfort, rather than agony.

Observing the process with some degree of interest, Feia rises up from the seat to await the completion.
"I will clear my calendar. Please, lead the way."

[Halae]

[Magtok's Workstation]

It's a few days after the work really starts that Magtok is approached by someone he's no doubt seen around the facility a couple times at least - Short, blond, and curvy, Amity is someone he likely knows from the grapevine as well; eccentric with a love of weaponry and non-computerized mechanics, and she's been written up for carrying weapons seven times now, when she's only been working here nine days. Still, her expertise in nuclear technology have put her in a position where she's quite valuable, and she's already put strides towards making a working power armor prototype that can operate near indefinitely.

Oh, and she also has an albino, bipedal lizard monster that follows her around everywhere that could casually throw cars on demand, being eight feet tall at the shoulders and fifteen feet long overall. That's a thing.

At the moment, she's wearing one of the company uniforms for scientists, wearing a well-made lab coat that hugs her figure. All told, this likely means she's only carrying three or four weapons, rather than the many she favors, "You're Magtok, right?" She's got a face that suits the smirk she's wearing, with bags hanging under her eyes, "I'd like to talk."

Tank, stands behind Amity, looking around at the work station with open curiosity. As long as he's not looking at Magtok, right?

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok's Workstation - Later, After Hatter's Big Upcoming Post

It's actually pretty rare that Magtok is seen anywhere near his own workstation. It's so much more fun to show off how much smarter he is than everyone around him by correcting their math, making cost-saving adjustments to design blueprints, submitting a stack of papers with 'helpful suggestions' that demonstrate a worryingly adept grasp of projects that are not his own, and generally being an know-it-all nuisance who knows how to do your job better than you do. Peer review, he calls it. Being an obnoxious asshat, I say. Amity herself has probably stumbled across an unfamiliar list of minute suggestions and quality-of-life improvements that could be made to her work. Unlike the rest of the Con-Z staff he badgers in this manner, her list of suggestions was likely sneaked into her inbox when she wasn't around, and left unsigned. He's well-aware of how people feel about what he does, and especially aware of that miniature pet Godzilla Amity hangs out with.

Kramolagh wouldn't let him continue working here if he just did peer-reviewing all day, every day, though. That's why he's here right now, studying cell samples under a microscope, working on reverse-engineering the laser goose. A younger Magtok was content to merely capture and domesticate the foul waterfowl, to sedate them and make use of their limp bodies as goose-shaped firearms, but we will go a step further. We will crack the code and figure out exactly how they work. Somewhere in that goose is the source of its deadly death beams, somewhere in its stupid feathery face lurks a miniaturized biological energy source worth billions, and our Magtok will not stop until he finds it!

"Sure, what's up?" Or maybe we'll stop now, and listen to Amity for a few minutes. Better than giving her the cold shoulder and irritating her very large friend with the teeth and horns and claws and murder eyes, right?

[Hattish Thing]

[Slumbersun Research Facility - SECURITY BREACH]

It began quite suddenly, late at night, while a majority of the researchers dedicated to the enormous facility were relaxing in one of several employee lounges, or resting comfortably within their dormitories. At first, it felt like an earthquake, the ground shaking somewhat as each and every blast door within Slumbersun closed quite tightly. Security sirens began to blare soon after, each alarm bathing the surrounding area in an eerie reddish light, a clear sign that something was quite wrong. As security officers began to assemble in various ranks and formations, a message went out.

Displayed on every screen, the message stated that individuals were to stay where they were, and report anything unusual to local security staff.

--

Forty-five minutes afterwards, the sirens finally stop. Blast doors begin to rise up once more, allowing access from chamber to chamber. Although security officers ignore any questions regarding what may have occurred, another message universally broadcast through the research facility promises to shed some light on the matter.

Employees were to gather within the Multipurpose Hall, where an explanation was to be provided.

---

[Slumbersun Research Facility - Multipurpose Hall]

This large, utilitarian area is the size of an entire warehouse, full of metallic boxes and labels. Thick glass columns filled with brackish liquid and masses of stringy flesh occupy numerous niches along this hall. At the end of the storage facility, books and sheaves of loose paper cram an enormous wall of shelves. Having only just returned from discussing a certain cyborg's employment, Executor Kramolagh can be seen upon an elevated platform at the far end of the expansive chamber, glancing at the enormous crowd of employees assembled while technicians activate a microphone built into the podium before him.

About a dozen men and women, clad in exquisite gray uniforms which mark them as project heads or department leaders stand by.

Once the microphone is activated, Kramolagh speaks.

"Attention, faculty."

"Earlier, zhere vhas a minor breach of security, and as some of you may know, it is policy to declare quarantine during such occasions. Zhe facility itself is in perfect condition, and no projects or personnel have been harmed. However, vhe have been forced to utilize an extradimensional tear in order to relocate zhe facility. Currently, vhe are all of us located in a hidden d-demiplane designed to house zhe facility in case of such an event. Zhis may come as a shock to some of you, but do not be alarmed.

"Badges vhere constructed long ago, in case such an occurrence vhas to take place, c-capable of transporting a vhearer to and from zhis facility. Zhey vhill n-not vhork for any ozher, as such, zhey vhill need to be attuned individually. I understand zhat zhis process may come as an inconvenience for some of you, and so, to make up f-for lost time, you vhill all be receiving a bonus at zhe end of zhe m-month."

"Any questions?"

[Halae]

[Multipurpose Hall]

"Yeah!" Amity calls out to Kramolagh, "What the hell happened?" her uniform is still coated in the grease customary to mechanics working on engines and hydraulic joints, with some kind of blocky pistol in her right hand, "what, exactly, was this breach?"

Magtok's Workstation - Later, After Hatter's Big Post

Tank leans in to sniff at the goose remains, but Amity puts a hand on his shoulder to keep him from moving forward and taking it off the workstation. Oh, certainly, she's not strong enough to physically restrain him, but that matters little when he listens to her command anyways. Tank lets out a mournful warble, though Amity's raised eyebrow and unflinching gaze gets him to back down.

It's after that that Amity turns her attention back to Magtok, "You're the one that sent me those design adjustments for my power armor frame, right? I made the adjustment to the stomach torque you brought up, but there's a problem with the power transfer through that region now because of it. Take a look."

She turns slightly, pulling a piece of paper out of her coat. Based on the angle of the draw, one could be forgiven for thinking she pulled it out of her cleavage, though that's silly, right? She unfolds it and lays it out on a clear section of the workstation. It is indeed a diagram of the power armor blueprint she's working on, though Magtok is being introduced to her unusual method of approaching blueprints once again - specifically, there's no math here, because she never learned to do complex math. Instead, she has ticks marking distances, amount of rotations, rough dimensions, and power attachment details laid out in description rather than math. The girl's a savant when it comes to noncomputerized mechanics, but she obviously never got the higher learning available to even your standard high school student - she taught herself how to make power armor, somehow, likely by taking apart an existing suit.

But that's not the really interesting part of the page. She turns it to the side, and runs a finger along a diagram of a cable, "This gets pinched if the torso turns too far to the right," and right under the diagram, is a line of text, saying 'WHEN YOU BLOW THIS PLACE, TAKE ME WITH YOU'.

[Arkhosia]

[Aurelia Laur’ve - Wingless Rock Research Facility - Meeting Area]

Aurelia looks down at the photo and instantly freezes, growing fairly pale and looking rather sick all of a sudden. She manages eventually to tear her gaze away and close the folder, but it takes a bit. ”N-no... not particularly....” the queasy blonde responds, trying to regain her composure. Gore didn’t normally bother the talkative young woman in the slightest, but these were fairly unique circumstances.

[Hattish Thing]

[Aurelia Laur’ve - Wingless Rock Research Facility - Meeting Area]

Kramolagh leans forward here, his expression difficult to read from behind the large lenses of his ornate onyx spectacles. He slowly reaches for the folder, gloved fingers outstretched as he draws it near, offering a sympathetic smile. Although it looks quite artificial, the gesture may be of some comfort.

He adjusts his tie before speaking.

"Do you remember your fazher?"

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok's Workstation - Later, After That Security Breach Scene

The cyborg raises an eyebrow. "You can just quit if you're having trouble, right?" Hold on, what? "I mean just avoid turning that far to the right, and turning back if there's a momentary power lapse? No wait, that's not an effective workaround at all." Oh, so we're talking in code now. The first half of what Magtok said is the intended message, and the second half is some excuse so it doesn't sound like he's talking about leaving Con-Z. Alright, now I get it.

"Okay, so...hold on, let's walk and talk. The smell of dead lasgoose is distracting me," he makes a face to emphasize that point, before standing from his desk and striding forward, leading the way towards nowhere in particular.

"Okay, so things have gotten...complicated. I'll look at the problem later, do what I can to help, but I might be taking a couple days off in a week or two, so I'm trying to speed through everything while I'm here, so I don't have it hanging over my head when I'm gone." Translation: Magtok does not have much time. Fitting Amity into his plans won't be easy.

[Halae]

Away From Magtok's Workstation - Later, After That Security Breach Scene

"I need to have effective range of motion," Amity says, getting across her own message as she walks along. Tank follows behind them, at a fair distance to avoid spooking the cyborg, "Honestly, that one guy - Albert? Adelbert? Whatever - he's paying a lot of attention to what I'm doing, on account of my measuring system, and he's got the other scientists following suit," She's being watched by people. Magtok may remember the nanite based surveillance system, "I came to you since you seem like the sort of guy capable of handling that sort of thing without getting everybody involved, and now this whole dimensional lockdown thing has me and Tank antsy."

She tilts her head a little, looking up at Magtok with a small, knowing smile, "I know asking for your help is a lot, but I can prove myself useful in a lot of ways," She gives him a winning smile laden with meaning. She's a tech savant with access to more weaponry than any other individual on the base, "Just show me any designs you're working with, and I can help you iron out the kinks in only a few hours of work, promise," Let me in on the plans, and I'll help you improve them.

Huh. She's pretty good at this.

[Lord Magtok]

Away From Magtok's Workstation - Later, After That Security Breach Scene

"I don't really need that much help. I mean, I thought I had most of the goose stuff figured out after I took some of my work home with me, but I'm having trouble replicating the same results in the lab. I think Nigel gave one of my geese syphilis after I said some less than completely positive things about his work." You can't prove Nigel had anything to do with that, Magtok.

"Does the contract allow us to talk about work back in the Nexus? Just a chat between colleagues where nobody from outside the labs can overhear? That should be okay and permissible and not get us murdered by Inevitables, right?" This would be a lot easier if they could just talk outside the labs. Kramo's magical nanites can't be everywhere, right? We just have to phrase everything very carefully and make it abundantly clear that we are not aiding and abetting people like Affidavit. He's just really, really good at subverting us poor, innocent, loyal employees for his own nefarious purposes.

[Halae]

Away From Magtok's Workstation - Later, After That Security Breach Scene

"According to the contracts, we're only allowed to discuss company policy and projects on company grounds," Amity says, "No huge fraternization rules, though. We could make it a date, have dinner," She smiles at him. She really does have a lovely smile - her face is mostly just pretty, but it all sort of clicks together into 'beautiful' when she smiles, "And yes, Tank would wait outside," Magtok may not catch the subtlety of this one, but she's saying Tank can play guard to keep anybody from busting in while they're chatting.

Tank croons his disgruntlement with this idea from the back, "Oh shush! I'll save you some food!" and that seems to mollify him somewhat.

[billtodamax]

[Myranda's Desk - Before Security Breach]

Nigel shows up at Myranda's desk towards the end of the day. He's got his hazmat suit off and is just rocking the standard uniform (uncomfortably) as he approaches, so he's clearly finished up for the day.

Hey Myranda! So, uh- He searches around the room a bit. Is there like a chair I can - not important, do you have a minute? He asks, eyebrows raised hopefully.

[Multipurpose Hall]

Nigel's shown up in PJs patterned with carp and a pair of fluffy slippers, bleary eyed and holding a glass of Old Fashioned that's rapidly draining. Does this place obey the same laws of physics as the place we were just in? Some of my stuff needs gravity to be exact. He manages to say, blinking in the light.

[Kramolagh's Office - After Lockdown]

Kramolagh's computer has been getting quite a few emails over the past few days as Nigel settles in. Heaven knows who even gave him this email address but he has been abusing the hell out of it.

Spoiler: Need more chems

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Hey Kram,

I've attached a list of chems I need for a few experiments. Sorta confused you didn't have these all here already? Just get them whenever you can.

Nigel

The attached list is an even mix between chemicals that have only ever been theorised as possible to synthesise; chemicals that have been proven, mathematically, impossible to exist; and a baffling group of liquids including "holy water - from a bishop or better" and "monkey blood" in precise quantities that are generally not SI units.

Spoiler: Uniform

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Hey Kram,

Can we talk about this uniform? I know you have the whole "nazi scientist" look going on but it's not really my vibe, you know? Can we get some casual fridays or something in here at least? I look so dumb in this thing.

Nigel

Spoiler: Huge monster??? (URGENT)

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Hey Kram,

So uh, are you running any experiments on a giant white lizard monster thing? Only I think it might have gotten lose in the dorms. It spooked the christ out of me when I was getting out of the bathrooms by ramming me with its huge friggin head. I played dead and it eventually frigged off but I don't think anyone actually caught it or anything?

Nigel

Spoiler: electronics

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Hey Kram,

I had an idea for improving my workflow a bit but I'll need a couple of things - an LCD screen, some speakers, and a reasonably high quality microphone. Lemme know!

Nigel

Spoiler: medbay concerns

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Hey Kram,

I just found out about the medicine you're using in the medbay - you sure you can't spring for something better? Some of this is like 20 years out of date. If you can't buy better stuff or whatever just get me a few things I'll brew something better.

Nigel

This list of chemicals is a lot more sane than the previous one and seems actually achievable - if slightly esoteric - to obtain.

Spoiler: Personal Request

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Hey Kram,

You had a ballin' private bar in that APC/limo thing you picked me up in - can I get some of that in my room? The vodka you had was good stuff.

Nigel

Spoiler: New Hire

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Hey Kram,

Is this Magtok guy serious about these notes he's leaving in my lab? He knows I'm working with a friggin' plague here right? He is definitely going to break quarantine and turn everyone into a creepy zombie.

Nigel

Spoiler: Re:New Hire

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Hey Kram,

Ok seriously can you stop Magtok from coming into my lab? The notes he's leaving are insultingly terrible. His knowledge on biology is like 30 years in the past and most of the suggestions he's making would just kill my samples at best and mutate them uncontrollably at worse.

Nigel

Spoiler: Re:Re:New Hire

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Hey Kram,

Next time he comes into my lab I'm setting his goddamn dress on fire.

Nigel

[Lord Magtok]

Away From Magtok's Workstation - Later, After That Security Breach Scene

Magtok blinks, and turns to look at Amity as if he only just noticed she existed. The (metaphorical) gears in his head turn quickly, assessing the current situation from a number of angles, considering a dozen or so directions this could take that he might or might not be prepared for. Things are already tense enough as is with Affidavit without adding a third person to the list of people who need to keep their mouths shut about the big secret plan. Libitina might or might not perish depending on the actions we take. We went on a date with Caelynn on our last weekend off. Kram might suspect him of conspiring against the Conference, and sent Amity here to prove he's up to something. The Deathclaw could pick him up and tear him in half if it wanted to. So, so many threads and connections and individuals with their own agendas in this web of lies and secrets and deception.

She's not bad-looking, either. Considerably shorter than most Nexus women, who usually stand quite a few inches higher than the human average, but that just means Magtok wouldn't have to hover off the ground to feel like he's not being surrounded by Felandrias. She'd almost be cute, except there's something vaguely feral about her, something sneaky and hungry and devilish in those tired, weary eyes, something that doesn't quite mesh with the fascist lab uniform, but that only makes sense. Even with her scaly friend backing her up, a small little genius like her would have to possess some cunning to last more than a week in the kind of nuclear horrorshow world capable of producing such gargantuan murder lizards. God, the Nexus pulls from some really weird places, doesn't it?

Still, she's definitely within our dating standards (which mostly just requires someone to be female and express interest in the cyborg), so long as the demon iguana stays a safe distance away. I mean, if she's serious about the date thing, and not just using it as an excuse to meet outside headquarters. We think she's serious, but keep in mind that she's from some kind of godforsaken radioactive wasteland. You know, the kind of place where civilization is little more than a bunch of leather daddies and muscle cars screeching along barren dirt roads. She might be one of those weirdos who don't follow the same social rules we do, who think a grin is a display of aggression and a middle finger says 'we come in peace.' Her smiles might be intended to communicate some kind of unspoken threat. Too soon to say, we need more data to be sure.

"...Hrm," Magtok finally answers with a thoughtful frown and a distant look, which might not be the most promising answer Amity's ever received when asking a colleague out on a date. Or hell, maybe it is, and spending so much time with Tank has completely destroyed what could've been a rich and fulfilling social life, because people would rather run away screaming than get to know her. We wouldn't know; we've only just met her, after all.

"I guess we'll have to compare notes when we're back on company time then, but sure. You have any plans for this evening?" The sooner we get her off-site and screen her for signs she might be a Krampus spy, the better. Less time for her to meet with the boss and prepare if they do this immediately after work. If she is a mole, she won't know what hit her.

[Hattish Thing]

[Multipurpose Hall]

Kramolagh narrows his brow somewhat towards Amity, offering an artificial smile. In truth, Amity's filthy appearance was hardly something he appreciated, and it likely showed in the corners of his eyes. For the stout-looking woman to have fouled her uniform was of no legitimate surprise to the man by now, but her lack of hygiene was a continual problem reported by her colleagues.

He sighs somewhat, glancing instead towards others within the crowd before responding.

"An employee vhas followed by a particularly distasteful individual tovhards zhe facility. Alzhough zhis individual's sensors failed to gather any information on zhe facility proper, several inconsistencies likely pointed tovhards zhe existence of a secret compound below."

"Zhose responsible for such inconsistencies have been removed, and zhe individual has been dealt with."

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[Kramolagh's Office - After Lockdown]

Each and every one of the emails sent to Kramolagh have been forwarded to Myranda, who has responded, for the most part, in as polite a way as possible. While a majority of his more ridiculous requests are ignored, several are granted, hopefully allowing for a more pleasant and enjoyable work experience.

Eventually, though, Magtok receives a call from Myranda, demanding that he visit Kramolagh in his office within Slumbersun.

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[Myranda's Desk - Before Security Breach]

Myranda, an attractive blonde woman clad in a form-fitting blue dress, taps away quietly at a number of holographic screens set around her desk. Once Nigel approaches, she looks up towards him, her tired eyes shining with an artificial sort of smile. As there is no chair, she merely shrugs apologetically.

Her responses is somewhat awkward.

Is... everything alright?"

[billtodamax]

[Myranda's Desk - Before Security Breach]

Same question, but to you. Nigel says, pointing to accentuate. Everything all good? You seemed a little... distressed during the tour. He's going for the subtle route, bless him. It is not his strong suit.

[Lord Magtok]

Kramolagh's Office - After Lockdown

"You wanted to see me, Executor?" Magtok asks, stepping into Kram's office with a fake smile and the standard lab uniform. Does Krambles suspect? No, of course not. We've been very careful. We've done everything possible to keep him from thinking we're anything less than completely cooperative while working here. This must be about Elwood, or Affidavit. Consulting the one guy here who knows how to deal with them both, probably. We'll be fine.

[Arkhosia]

[Aurelia Laur’ve - Wingless Rock Research Facility - Meeting Area]

Kramolagh leans forward here, his expression difficult to read from behind the large lenses of his ornate onyx spectacles. He slowly reaches for the folder, gloved fingers outstretched as he draws it near, offering a sympathetic smile. Although it looks quite artificial, the gesture may be of some comfort.

He adjusts his tie before speaking.

"Do you remember your fazher?"

Although she doesn't show it, Aurelia is quite relieved as he takes the folder back, its disappearance making it much easier for her to gather herself. "...No, I don't remember anything at all." She shakes her head.