[[ mister masquerade is so good at this charade ]]

[Filter: Rivacrew]

Well.

Personally, I've just about had it. Haven't you all? I know we've discussed the possibility of being done with this place -- finding a reason to head elsewhere and see if we can't narrow down Miss Aoife's feeling a bit.

Finally, thankfully, I might have something.

Maeve and I have turned up something interesting. A plantation about half a day south of here. It has the largest profit margins of any such place in Riva. It also has the highest Adveni slave population and Lord Silas's cooperative assistance in all of its business ventures. It also has tours of its many luxuries, more fresh tropical fruit than you'd ever want, and a very fine excuse for some bored, cooped up nobles to take a trip somewhere... not here.

Somewhere south, if you will.

What do you think?

[it's clear that elden has rinsed his hands, but there's still a pink residue around the wet fingerprints on this page]

[Filter: People who want to help Pearl]

They intend to burn a house with her inside, unable to escape. Crippled Nessarose has a house fall on her. Unfortunately, the woman I had didn't know which house. Need to know, she kept saying. "Elijah made sure that it was need to know."

Didn't we hear something about an Elijah?

Regardless...

I need to know the moment that a fire starts in Norey. Journals would be best. Scott, I don't suppose you could get someone on the fire brigade? Or better yet, volunteer yourself. We could know within minutes, before there was really any threat, anytime a fire started.

[Filter: Franelcrew]

With your permission, Lord K

I'm leaving.

[Filter: Private]







Ugh.

[Filter: Marigold]

Well. As it happens, I have news for you, after all.

[Filter: Fayre]

I was wrong.

[Filter: Fayre]

Is the situation the way that the Messengers claimed? Assassinated neutrel parties? Ugly business. I hope this was just posturing, but from what they've done so far, it seems unlikely.

If nothing else, our project girl won't hear about it from these. I've confiscated her journal. One week.

... do you need me? It's all... above me, and yet... if there's anything I can do...

Well.

Her biggest problem is compulsion control. Dragons Light and Dark, actual messengers running notices from Elyiethe's theatre make her fingers twitch.

[Filter: Maeve]

Three reports in the last hour within this block of a man matching Terrance's description, deep in the arms of the powder, getting money for performing... services.

Anything from you?

[Filter: Fayre]

I suppose this party will be the thing! I've heard you're wearing a gown of orange and black. It might be a rumour, I suppose. I hope it's a rumour. That's not very subtle, is it?

Do you know what actually frustrates me about all of this, Fayre?

[Filter: Irving]

I really shouldn't be giving advice, but...

I seem to recall you saying that Brother Korvin was shy. Which contridicts, slightly, with how he was running his hands up my arm last night. I must say, it was a bit tempting. He's beautiful, isn't he? Sigh.

[Filter: Fayre]

Fayre.