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[At home, the last Saturday of each month was her mail day. As some of Stillaire's residents may have already guessed, she was not exactly a popular girl - in fact, she only ever got one letter on each of these days, and every one of them was from her mother.

Now while that may have made her a target for any number of jokes, she didn't care. She treasured these letters more than anything else in her life, even if the contents were things she cared little about. Lady Sajuk must be at her wits' end - Anceline refuses to wed until her sister finds a suitable husband as well, but we all know that with Corinne's health, that may never be possible...your own younger sister is quite in love with Keleth - Lord Glaedi's second son, he studies with you, so you may know him - and perhaps in a couple of years I'll ask your father to speak with his father about this matter - it would be a very good match, and Lerelyn would be so happy...

As much as she hated how her mother dwelled on marriage news more than any other, she would give anything now to have even that. But here she is, outside the post office even though it's pointless to expect her mother's letter to reach here. Even if it's her mail day. Even if she put it in her schedule. Even if she tracked down the post office and reached it exactly at the correct time and...

Lumina drops to a crouch, wrapping her arms around her knees and burying her head into her chest. Breathe. Breathe. Soon you'll escape - soon you'll go home. Soon you'll get that letter you want.]

My my... This publishing house really is deserted. Somehow more so than the rest of this place. [Vei is broadcasting from inside the building. To display what he is talking about he rubs his finger along a shelf and shows the dust it has collected to the screen.] Filthy.

I was so hoping to work here.

[The room is dim when the camera comes on. More than that, however, is that the room is filled with strings of webbing. Some books spin gently on the ends of sticky strings, open at pages with rather gruesome anatomy drawings on them. The camera is hanging from one of these strings and is swaying gently.

Mot leans down into the camera view. His black lips split in a small smile. He's upside down and holding a big book open, pressed to his chest.]

So. I've been doing some studying.

I think I know the theory of your mammalian squishy bits at least.

I'm going to take over your apothecary and doctor offices for the time being. I'm a trained medic back on Theridii, and until I can get back there, I might as well do something. No one has a problem with that?

[He only bristles slightly.]

I found a library! And I'm staking my claim on it.

Obviously, I'll share the contents of it, but ...it's a nice reminder of home, until I can get back. I wonder what Aiden is up to without me...

[Brennen is grinning, but it's an uneasy sort of grin. Still, he turns the little ivytwine to look upon the rows of bookshelves as he walks around, investigating.]

I daresay this place has a better selection than the bookstore I worked at back home, even. There's even a gigantic horror section!

[Yay horror stories! Everyone likes those, right? He turns the screen to face himself, beaming now.]

So come and visit if you wish, I'll be here for awhile.

[The night was dark ~~and full of terrors~~ since the city was still turned off. It didn't matter to Mot; he was naturally nocturnal and could see perfectly well in the dark.

The gates, he guessed, would be up close to where the city joined those cliffs. That was north of the apartments, and so north he headed. Most of the buildings were high enough that he was sure he could launch a web and swing his way there, but he didn't want to attract any attention until he got back to somewhere vaguely recognizable. On foot, he could move all but soundlessly.

He fisted Jazk's shirt in his hands, lifted it to his nose, took a deep breath of the calming scent, and continued on his way. The still eeriness of the city was getting to him, and he was more than a little on edge as it was.]

[There's absolutely no need to panic.

The tap-tap-tap of her cane against the clean, polished floor is one of the only sounds she can hear. The corridor seems completely empty, and when she rests her hands on the doors, she can feel no vibrations of movement or speech in them. It doesn't mean nothing is, she knows, but she certainly can't feel it, and she has a better sense of presence than most.

She was aware it was bright, and that there was a faint - a very faint - green tinge to the light. It was about all she could see through the blindfold. Logic told her to take it off and see her surroundings, but she couldn't. She had to be blind until she was called to See.

Even if it meant being blind in unfamiliar surroundings, with no concept of how she got to where she was, and everything felt strange.

But even with that in mind, there's no need to panic.

The creak of wood catches her attention. She stops tapping her cane against the floor and brings it towards her, casually resting both hands on the head of it. She turns, smoothly, to face the newcomer, a faint smile on her face.

There's no need to panic.]

Hello there.

[He wasn't sure who he'd been with the night before, but who ever it was, they had gone out and left him alone in their room. That was just fine by Seth. It gave him time to use the bathroom, get cleaned up and dressed before he made his way home.

He was surprisingly well rested, odd considering what he must have done the night before, not that he could really remember much of it.

To him it was no big deal to wake up in a strange room, he did that at least three times a week. In the light of day this particular apartment was a lot cleaner than the kind he was used to. There wasn't a T.V which was weird, no newspaper either or really anything to do except a weird looking computer that was probably locked.

There was a weird little tablet phone thing which he decided to pick up and place in his pocket. Whoever it belonged to shouldn't have left it laying around should they? It was his now. He could probably get some money for it later.

After a long shower and about twenty minutes doing his eye make-up the quiet of the room got to be too deafening for him and he decided to leave. It was only when he closed the door behind him that he realised something was amiss.

His name was on the door.

Seth Aurailia

What? That was... Just what? He didn't live here. Was this a joke or trick? He examined the box on the door again and sure enough, there was his name on an electronic screen. He went back inside and looked around. There was no trace of any one else inside the apartment.

Seth looked inside the drawers somewhat frantically. There were no clothes or personal belongings, just a few more attachments for the little phone he had found. There had been no soap or toiletries in the bathroom either.

Nobody lived here...

Instinctively he withdrew the small phone-tablet again and took a closer look at it. It was not like any phone he had ever seen before. Still he managed to switch it on even though he had no idea what he was doing with it.]

Um... 'Ello?

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