IC INBOX for The Last Voyages

[magician_king]

You know what to do.

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[therushingsky]

how are you zeroing in on it & where?

i'll tell him once ur already on top of it x

[magician_king]

I want to Irene Adler him. Tell him & see where he runs.

[therushingsky]

I'm gonna c him in person now - I'll try it.

ps. If I die I'm in that room under level zero

[magician_king]

rhy gdi why this???

[therushingsky]

it'll b fine!

[magician_king]

0% chance of that

Come by the library when ur done? I'm on 'guard the early books' duty all night & want to talk this shit thru

[therushingsky]

if i don't die in a hole ill c u there xxx

[magician_king]

He hisses out his breath, and settles in at his desk, waiting a little more anxiously than usual.

[therushingsky]

keep it on the DL - torture hole under zero. Med equipment/scary pear/other gross stuff etc. Locking it back up 4 now.

[magician_king]

[He switches to audio to yell;]

What the fuck?!

Audio

[therushingsky]

I knowwww, dude. It was like a really gross tourist attraction, but without any of the informational plaques.

Or a CEO's office, but without the comfortable seats.

Re: Audio

[magician_king]

I'm in the library, please come here, I'm on 'don't let people be eaten by books' duty and I'm flipping my shit.

Audio

[therushingsky]

Oh, uh, right now?

It's just that-- The Admiral just gave me this other key...

[Please keep yelling at him, Quentin. He needs it.]

Re: Audio

[magician_king]

Motherfucker. Go do that, then come find me. Might as well rip every bandaid.

Spam

[therushingsky]

[There's a pause of maybe twenty minutes, before Rhys finally arrives at the library. When he does, he at least has the grace to look sheepish.]

Hey, dude. How's it going?

[magician_king]

[He throws a stack of index cards at him- but at least it's a friendly, chiding lob not an actual pitch.]

[therushingsky]

Hey! Don't throw those, you're gonna need them for-- uh--

[He crouches down to gather up the index cards turning one over on his hands]

Actually I don't really know what these are for. Throw away.

[magician_king]

[He waves his hand, and they stack up neatly, because that's less important than;]

What was the next room?

[therushingsky]

[Ooooh, magic! Weird and cool all at the same time.]

A bunch of giant tee shirts and magic eight balls. I'm way more down for it than the one under Zero.

[He heads over to Quentin's desk, hopping up to sit on an empty part of it.]

How's this going? Books keeping out of trouble?

[magician_king]

They're being good. I think they know I'll kill them if they step out of line, I'm in such a bad mood.

[Casting a stern glance at the stacks.]

But seriously what the fuck, take me through it from scratch.

[therushingsky]

Okay-- So from scratch:

Either I'm getting hustled, or my first guess as to who did this was right, or probably both.

[magician_king]

You shouldn't confirm or deny this if you're breaking a confidence, but in the interest of triangulating... my deductive reasoning is bringing me to Bill. Iris too, independent of my work, I saw her ask the Admiral about it directly.

[therushingsky]

Yeah, confirming or denying that would be breaking a confidence.

[But he keeps his tone glib and light. Quentin's already figured this out, Rhys doesn't feel too obliged to cram it down.]

I think-- whoever it is? They've been planning this for literally years, and they are in way too deep to pull out of it on their own.

[magician_king]

I'm not super concerned with their moral development as I am containing them when it turns into an inevitable bid for power and chaos trash fire.

[Says Quentin, snorting.]

[credere]

Knock knock knock.

Please be home, please open the door, this is excessively important.

Knock knock knock.