How the Other Half Lives

[Jack Falley]

Jack hears the frustration and conflict in Jordan's and Tyria's voices. Can't say I blame them... Jack thinks, surprisingly passively. Maybe he's just subdued, still tired from the events at the Bridge not long ago.

It means another lead on the damn Bridge is gone, let alone in the enemy's hands to bring about what others have said might have happened or might happen... This just means we'll have to move faster to stop Vector, and enlist the help of that Not-Homeless-Guy ASAP.

What's happened has happened... Even a Master of the Time Arcanum wouldn't be able to contest that...

Jack sweeps the light from his DS around to follow where the Curator had gone, then to where he had last seen West. His voice clear and steady despite everything revealed recently, Jack asks, "Curator Primoria... Magister West. Do you know if those who were on the op. have given the all clear?" I want to send these people home so we can get on with trying to make up for lost ground.

[Ruby]

You're out of your element, Ruby. You have no frame of reference here. You're like a child who wanders into the middle of a movie and wants to know why the bad man took...

"Your briefcase? Jack, why would Vector want Jordan's briefcase? Tyria, this place has got a half dozen engines of mass destruction locked up, why would he want Jordan's briefcase?" Ruby turns on her heel, finding stone-grim silence in every direction. Someone needs to put together the words to make sense of what's going on. They're not talking about the Doom Animus warned her of, are they?

The promise of a nightmare hangs over them all.

[Rosh]

Spade is suddenly thrown into darkness, and finds it fitting. NOw he was completely and hopelessy unable to do anything. He pulls out his cell phone, it was the only light he had left

Will that require a roll?

[West]

The phone is fried from Rubinator.

[Rosh]

it flares to life then smokes, and flat-lines. Spade drops this life line and runs for the door and the light "Guys! Let me out, come on!"
He sounds desperate.

[Rosh]

And then he realizes he is moved. And.. the sound of his voice isn't so echoey. Is that a word? Echoey. Spade felt the man let him go, and then; he was gone. Spade was alone again. With Eclipse? "Mr Mastigos?" He asks aloud. "Eclipse?"

[West]

Tyria is already headed out to the lit portion of the museum. She pulls out her phone and shakes her head slightly; a slight act of annoyed disappointment at something expected. She turns and holds a finger up to Ruby, and motions for her to stay back. There's a slight crispness to her gestures, a rare show of emotion at her best Mystagogue for causing the electrical havok that's going to take time to wait out and fix.

"Yes, they're back," West replies to Jack. His gun is still out, but it relaxes. He squats and looks at Niles, cocking his head to the side as he studies the man's eyes for any glimmer of recognition. Finding none, he stands, and turns slightly. It's a movement that allows him to see down both sides of the hall, but it also centers him on the still-seated Hierarch.

[Jack Falley]

Jack nods at West, then turns to Ruby to reply in a whisper, "Jordan's suitcase contained the Trench journals. They had some form of alternate Atlantean in them; Jordan recognized a few of the runes from those journals also imprinted at the Tower Bridge, which is believed to be the central cause of Abyssal Intrusions people in the Consilium have been having... It's rather complicated...

"Our only real leads now for finding a solution to stopping it are to talk to some guy that frequents the area near the Bridge who looks homeless but says he isn't, and maybe to pore over the library at the old Kruegan's sanctum that I can only assume has been liberated by a force largely consisting of Arrows," Jack finishes.

[Sherrinford]

Jordan was in the office with the casualties. Although something important in the young Mystagogue shattered with the loss of the journals, he still had work to do.

"Settle down for a bit, folks. You'll do no one any good if you hurt yourselves worse."

He felt around the room to find anything he could use, and happily reached under the couch where Aurum lay. Underneath was a folded sheet and a thick blanket. Obviously someone occasionally slept in here. Great! You can't lose them all.

Jordan took the blanket and put it over Aurum. There was no real treatment for paradox feedback that he had ever read about, so he treated it like normal shock. Monitor and keep her as warm as possible.

As he started to shred the sheet into bandage lengths as quickly as he could, he talked to the two men.

"Deacon Eclipse, you've been wounded. Just relax there while I made some dressings and bandages. Vector...yeah, that''s the name...doesn't seem to be here any more. Counselor Spade, I haven't been able to check you out yet, but don't move around and it will hurt less, I hope."

He started bandaging Eclipse, and quietly wished that Master Animus was there. If anyone could use a healing heart, these guys were it. For Jordan's money, Animus had more sense than most of these folks. But soon it would be irrelevant. Jordan would be packing bags and fleeing this dysfunctiional whatever-it-is as soon as he could manage. Jordan's own ignorance, the restraints of Order status, the acts of the Consilium Hierarch...Fate itself had set hands against him. He was soul-weary.

Jordan bandaged on...shades of the Boy Scouts.

[West]

Continued here...

...with lights!