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On closer inspection, said suit was a very patchwork of silver and black. The man was also holding a red mask.

Once he'd come close to The Hostess, he said "Sorry I'm late. Making this suit takes a while."

"Garnet Ghast. I like it. Still prefer my White Wolf, but then again, I'm biased." He shrugged a little, following the walk as he scanned the room.

"Then let us explore together and see what we can find. I think you know my name by now, but as for what you may call me... Well, I was going to show up in black and go by the Sable Spectre, but we both know why I didn't, so I'm going by the Garnet Ghast instead." They started walking, although not quickly, making sure the White Wolf was following, and looking around the room.

"Interesting. I think I will. After all, the lone wolf dies when the pack survives." He bowed his head slightly, and rubbed his finger on the snout of his dragon cane. "Oddly, I don't think I've asked your...well, not your name, but what I should call you."

Finally, they slapped their mask and grabbed their phone from a pocket. "Alright, let's see..." They typed away, and finally, had an idea. A few searches, a scrap of paper, and suddenly, they looked up at the White Wolf, triumph radiating from them. They leaned in close to the White Wolf and whispered something in his ear, then looked after the Hostess. "It's funny. I was just about to do what she was talking about, if you'll do me the honor of accompanying me."

"Oh, hi. T- thanks," they called after her softly, "And... um... happy birthday!" Sapphire turned back to The Concerned One, "Sooo... see you around, I guess? Nice meeting you. Uh... bye, then." The blue-suited teen wandered awkwardly away towards the refreshment table.

"Ok. I really hope this is in code. Either that or an animal was given a typewriter." He paused in thought, putting a hand to his chin. "Which, given our hostess, I would not rule out as a possibility, if only to mess with our heads."

After slipping away from the Crimson Woman, the Hostess maneuvered expertly through the crowd, never touching a single person. To anyone bothering to keep an eye out, she seemed to be making a clockwise circuit around the room, not that you had any idea why she would be doing this… unless, of course, you received something.

"Oh dear, some litter!" He bends and scoops up the paper. "I'd best go find a trash can. Do enjoy your evening, miss!" He gives a little wave and moves awkwardly away.

"Quite the event," The Musician said, appearing from among the crowd with a pair of glasses of gently bubbling pear cider. She offered one to the Crimson Woman, and then raised her own in salute.

Glad you enjoyed my tasteless tacking on an unasked for after-credits sequence to your mission without asking for permission beforehand ficlet!

—doctorlit

I have literally no particular end game planned here. Like, are they going to hack into consoles and steal missions from actual agents? Become an Osbert's raiders sort of group that defends HG and its New Caledonia-type areas? Mini rescue unit to prevent "mini explosions" from happening ever again? Putting right what once went wrong and hoping every leap will be the leap home? It may ultimately depend on what other minis I end up Assembling. But I think it's totally going to be an awesome ride on the way there!

Incidentally, I totally wanted to hide a link in the punctuation to that last sentence of the story that would link to some dramatic-sounding song out of Marvel. It was getting close to leave-for-work-time, and I was starting to panic as I typed, so it slipped my mind. Oh well. Maybe next time?

—doctorlit is apparently also an entire season of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. behind again

It made absolutely no sense whatsoever. They considered just doing it themselves, but decided a second set of eyes might see something they missed. They held the piece of paper out to the White Wolf and said, "Can you make heads or tails of this?"

"I'm itching to see if there's any cake," the clockwork stranger said. "What do you think it will look like?"

"Refreshments are on the east side of the room - right from the door." She smiles at the both of the guests as she slips by.

"that in my haste to speak, I have spoken over other barons who have already spoken on matters that I wanted to weigh upon. My apologies.

"However, I am sure that my words are part of the records of this gathering; those who compile the records are proficient at making sure that the Council knows every word spoken here. Therefore, I humbly beseech that my lords ignore what has been spoken in ignorance, and consider those issues that have not yet been discussed, among them my opinion regarding the eastern lands held by the discord--whatever its official name may be."

((TL; DR: I did not read the entire thread before I made my post, so alas! some of what I said is no longer relevant. Ignore those parts and consider what remains.

--SOH176 (who really should take the time to read everything before speaking)))

As she dodges the Musician, she drops a small piece of paper. She smiles at Time before continuing on her way.

"As a citizen of this great nation, I suggest that Baron PC's suggestion regarding the Mords and Tomash be accepted. I dare not presume to speak for the esteemed barons of the Council of Borrd, but I know that even my wanderings barely take me into the discord--the lands previously held by Iric, and Chaett before that. Unless I am mistaken, even Barons VixenMage and Da — *ahem* my apologies, 'Juliette' — whose baronies currently extend into the discord, are rarely found therein. Should this Council presume to rule over all of Plort, it must speak with the voices of all of Plort: let the Mords and Baron Tomash vote.

"In fact (and please correct me if I speak amiss), I propose that the discord not be considered the territory of any baron, but left to the Mords.

"As for the other of milord Baron PC's suggestions, I agree once more. The archivists need not vote: Baron Neshomeh already represents Wechi and its interests. As for the Riding of Sittorese, did not the Edict of Bast replace two baronies in Sittorese with absent barons—Baronies Thanasius and Cassie—with the new Barony Eshakhar, and entrust the remaining barony, July, with milord Huinesoron? Sittorese has representation in the Council; leave the Beytahs be."

She dodges around the Ghast, dropping a small piece of paper as she goes, and tilts her head to the Wolf before moving along as though nothing had happened.

((You used to be DawnFire, yes? The triple citizen? If you don't mind me asking, did you mention on the Board before that you had moved? I have not been following the events on the Board very closely for the past few months.))

"Careful, now," they said, almost teasingly. "You wouldn't want anyone to overhear that, would you? But, regardless of that, I've been told to find a watcher. I'm not sure what it means, but I had been planning on looking soon." They raised their eyebrows behind their mask, realized that couldn't be seen, and so tilted their head to the side slightly. "Perhaps you could help me look?"

"I suppose that does mean good proof. Sadly, The Good Lady was unavailable this evening. I'm sure she would find our Hostess' plans amusing." He smiled a little. "What kind of task do you have? Perhaps it will be easier with some help?"

Being on FiMfiction so long, I forgot that the Board uses triangular brackets, not square ones!