Newly-minted Agent Tatharien wandered into the Cafeteria, grimly pondering the Sunflower's directive. You will take this mission and like it, Agent. I'm not assigning you to a Tolkien fi...il I'm certain you can manage the job itself. Now go. Your first mission is in your Response Centre.

She had left his office as ordered, but her wanderings had not yet led to her RC. Tath had found several broom cupboards, holding everything from some tatty-looking Cleansweep Fives to a rather frightening-looking Hoover that may have been sentient. She'd also found Medical, a black door emitting ominous whirrings, and thirty-five different varieties of scorch-marks.

The Cafeteria was loud, filled with oddly-dressed and -shaped Assassins, Pyros, Floaters, Exorcists, and more.

Tath cleared her throat, "Ehm, excuse me. Would anyone be willing to help me with my first mission? I haven't got a partner yet."

(Skullduggery Pleasant Mary-Sue, no capitalization, No knowledge of canon required. Please respond to address above.)