Thunderstorm (Attn: All)

[utopiamods]

As classes continue on Friday the weather gets continuously worse until teachers announce that the last class will be cancelled. Screens display the message that all students must report to their dorms but power outages and flickers render them mostly ineffectual. Prefects are instead sent out, armed with waterproofs to make sure all students make it back to their dorms.

Thunder crashes and lightning lights up the sky as the lights flicker and the wind gets steadily louder. Students are required to remain inside, prefects are sent round with snacks and all prepare themselves for a long, wet and windy afternoon.

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I solemnly swear I'm up to no good

[veepofchess]

[Now was his opportunity. The entire rest of the staff was concerned with the storm, and since he had some nonspecific duties, it was an excellent opportunity to do some fact-finding. It'd been a long time since he'd done some of his own dirty work. It was almost nostalgic.

To put everything in place, he had a few messages to send. First was to Dirk It's time you pay for your dinner. Second was to Suzaku You may end up with a punishment before the evening is through.

That done, he took one of the rain slickers, in as muted a color as was available. He put an extra pair of shoes and socks in his school bag, which he wore under the coat. He didn't want squeaky wet shoes to give him away. He left Fortitude's campus, and made his way toward the mayor's mansion.

He snuck his way toward the back of the house, and found his way to a place he could climb up to the second floor window. He pulled himself up to where he could wedge the window open. With it open, he quickly took off his wet shoes and socks, and dropped them on the ground below. He swung his body around, and stripped off the slicker. He held onto that, though. He lowered himself to the floor, and pinched the hood between the sash and the sill, so that it couldn't be seen from the inside. Yes, it would flap in the wind, but it was unlikely that there would be anyone outside to see it.

He pulled on the dry socks and shoes as quick as he could. Finally, he made his way through the hall, listening for the telltale hum of a computer room beyond these doors.]

text;

[fracturedsoul]

Deets.

Re: text;

[veepofchess]

Two hours.

Re: text;

[fracturedsoul]

Ok, I'll cover for you. My excuses are the best so don't worry.

Re: text;

[veepofchess]

I'll be drying off in my room at that point.

[musicalee]

The power was flickering so most the mansion was in darkness but it wasn't long before the glowing of a small lamp appeared at the end of the hall and a slightly amused voice spoke.

"And who do we have here?"

[veepofchess]

He smirked. He rather expected to get caught. "A ghost, or a demon perhaps? With which would you prefer to try your luck?" He didn't approach yet. He knew how he could buy himself some time, if he absolutely had to. His window was rather narrow, that was for certain.

[musicalee]

"You're no ghost," Dunleavy stepped closer, "One of Dolorosa's I believe." He torch lit up his face. She stared at him sternly for a moment before giving a small smile.

"Would you like some tea?"

[veepofchess]

"Some of us may as well be," he replied dramatically. But despite his cryptic statements, he nodded assent to her offer. "If you insist."

[musicalee]

Dunleavy smiled again and gestured for him to follow her. He led her into a large kitchen, but there was a fire keeping things warm despite the darkness. Dunleavy waved him to a seat and went about gathering mugs and putting water onto boil. Strange that at one time the mere sight of a kitchen had sent her into a state of panic.

"So what brings you to my home in such weather?"

[veepofchess]

He followed her to the kitchen, and took the seat indicated. He watched her, though his bored expression revealed nothing. "The future," he replied flatly. "And there is something I must wonder about those of you that were a part of the previous generation." He slouched a bit in his seat. Looking more like an insubordinate student than a demon emperor.

[musicalee]

"Everyone worries about the future, and wonders about the past. You could have just sent me your inquiries over the network or asked for an appointment to see me instead of breaking into my mansion."

She gathered some small homemade cakes and lays the on the table before pouring the tea. "Ask away."