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[overclocking]

Who: Chrono and Tempest and anyone
When: Day 104, late morning
Where: Handwavily sort of everywhere
What:

[So today there's a tired, battered, one-armed tinydemon and a tired, battered, thankfully fully-limbed half-elf flagging people down to disseminate a somewhat unfortunate warning. If they need to sit or lean on something to make it through the entire conversation, you should just politely ignore that.]

I think there's some bad news that needs to be passed along... somewhat urgently.

Comments

[swimswiththefishes]

...anyway, you guys think the only option now is moving the building?

[hyanaimne]

No. I think moving the building is a horrible idea.

[swimswiththefishes]

--what do you think is better then?

[hyanaimne]

Negotiating with the dragons that wish to stay here, and finding away to keep the red bastard and his group away.

[swimswiththefishes]

The second one's going to be hard.

[hyanaimne]

I am quite aware.

[swimswiththefishes]

I guess we should work on telling other people first.

[hyanaimne]

Yes . . . if you would not mind helping us spread the word, that would be lovely.

[swimswiththefishes]

Okay.

...what are your names?

[hyanaimne]

He is Chrono, and I am Tempest. And we are in flat M, should anyone need us. The flat with the sparkly door.

[swimswiththefishes]

All right. ...I'm Husky.

[hyanaimne]

Well met, dear.

[swimswiththefishes]

[makes a face at the "dear"]

...right.