Gina paced the lobby to the Fillard Goldman Museum clearly bothered, anxious, and agitated. There were two culprits to this. The first was the time: it was very, very early in the morning. Tyria had called Gina before the sun climbed into the sky and requested that Gina summon the rest of the Mysterium to the Museum.
The factotum sighed and did just that.
Which brought up the second thing that bothered Gina: she didn't know why the Curator had called so early with her request. Usually, the lovely young woman had an idea and an inkling to the Curator's unique moods. Someone had messed something up... or, a member of the Mysterium reached for knowledge outside of their pay-grade.
The fact that Gina had no idea, made the blonde reach for another piece of hard candy. Cherry.
So, the Sleepwalker did as she was asked and called up the rest of her phone-tree.
Much to Gina's chagrin, Tyria did not have a smart-phone.
Since it was a Monday, the rest of the Museum was closed and an eerie silence was broken up by Gina's shoes tapping on the floors. In the museum proper, there were some artifacts currently on loan from nearby Native American tribes, masks without eyes watching everyone as they descend. But, the Mysterium knows that the facade of contemporary newness was a bit of a lie, hiding the Museum they all knew.
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