do i think good things come to those who wait? ( closed )

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WHO: Petrana de Cedoux, Isaac Why Don't You Mages Have Surnames, Vanadi de Vadarta, Sabine Like Cher Or Madonna.
WHAT: A debrief meeting.
WHEN: Roughly current.
WHERE: Chief Cryptographer's office, the Gallows.
NOTES: Sometimes you plan a plot and then spend three months furiously tagging the mod plot instead. This is not backdated because fuck outta here.

( the report has already passed into and out of petrana's hands—a copy sits now on her desk, underneath which there is the quiet sound of an elderly and very large dog dozing comfortably. (he is not entirely hidden by the desk, because he is enormous.) she has read it, seen for herself that her work has been safely returned to her—

but there remain some unanswered questions. some clarifications that might benefit something like this not happening again, and their codes becoming insecure is all the more concerning in light of recent events—in light of her own part in those dreams, not forgotten.

petrana glances at the report and doesn't frown, precisely, as the last of them joins her—the empty other half of the office makes it more than suitable as a meeting place for even so many people—and says, )

It was—eventful?

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[wythersake]

[ He is not the last to enter. He is perched furthest from the dog, and the lit tip of a finger to cigarette might be a reply to certain parties —

(If he didn't do that all the time.) ]

Mlle. Sabine, in the foyer with a candlestick, [ Dry. Handy work for a tight corner. ] Mssr. Vadarta covered our agent. She seemed taken by more than the enemy, there was quite a bit of,

[ He gestures with the coal. At last, looks up to find Petrana. Eye contact: ]

Swooning.

[glandival]

[ Invariably late to meetings, Sabine is the last one in but sat in her chair like she's been here all day, a slouch and a wide legged resting pose. ]

She said she panicked, [ on the back of report of swooning, ignorant to subtweets. ] And threw much of her works into the fireplace.

[highborn]

[ Vanadi is folded more elegantly in his chair, and his baseline weariness has a pleased tint to it today. Making it home in one piece from a mission is always worth a pleased tint. ]

Along with whatever progress on it you'd expected from her, evidently. [ A smile quirks at Sabine, sidelong. ] She was really very fond of that red hair, I think she'd have blurted any guilty confession for you.

[wythersake]

Much of them,

[ Is not all, which she's undoubtedly already filled in — ]

It was our understanding certain pages escaped the pyre.

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Were they recovered?

( it would not be unreasonable to think that she may fall into a swoon at the prospect of that many months' work rendered unusably compromised. )

[glandival]

[ The glance Sabine rolls to Vanadi has big 'oh please' energy. ]

Yes, it was very sexy of me, biting through that mercenary's ear.

[ Wait, the lady is asking a question. ]

The bits that weren't burned? Oui.