... Them election results are a pile of horseshite, I'll tell ye that.

What's all this then, as if humans don't already have it hard enough in Everglade? I ain't pickin' up nothin' and movin' just cos some flashy snaggle toothed undead harlot runs the show.

That's an open invitation, I dare any of ye to come and boot me out, house is all ready for a big party.

[Anyway]

Speakin' of the rectory and heapin' piles of stinkin' shite, water's gone bad. I'll have to be collectin' it elsewhere now, that's more of a warnin' to any of ye who visit and don't trigger all the traps on your way in.

Tannusen.

Bracken.

Tea and coffee will be a little harder to come by, I suggest bringin' your own liquids.

I need help, with catching up, I mean. A lot of people on the network have been mentioning the elections. I haven’t been paying much attention to it all, though. I don’t like political stuff… [ she looks sheepish. ] …but who won? I think congratulations are in order, right?

Sorry, today I’m kind of slow. The New Years have been catching up to me.

Who: Ukoku Sanzo and Amberdrake
What: Drake contacts Ukoku a few days after this mess.
Where: Attleton - Sadullos Kestra
Warnings: Probably none, but I'll update if needed.

Amberdrake double-checked that the oven, now covered in all kinds of writing he couldn't hope to decipher, was still closed. Clicking on the light showed that the feather was still in it, though it had, of course, moved. Still, it was in there. He wasn't sure if the wards one of his clients had drawn on the oven would do anything to keep the feather inside, but the real purpose was to just hide it from magical detection.

Drake didn't need that thing lighting up every Mage-Sight like a bonfire.

He sighed, ran his hands over his hair again, triple-checked that he looked composed...

...And he did, as soon as he stopped fidgeting...

And then he went out into the lobby. He took a seat, grounded himself for a moment, and then pulled out his phone.

It started with a text.

You wanted me to impose on your expertise.

Ugh. This was not going to end well for anybody, and he knew it.