Chancel Aleph

<HollyhockGod> At the end of last week, let's see.

<HollyhockGod> Fiona and Pandora have brought the dead to life, and used the information they got out of him to lead them to someone named "Otonashi" in an abandoned construction site.

<HollyhockGod> Meanwhile, Ebba and Ryan have discovered that an incomplete almanac constitutes a cosmic emergency.

• Ebba radiates disapproval of hyperbole.

<RyanSherbrig> (Ironically, that could actually be the case in Nobilis.)

<HollyhockGod> It could couldn't it?

<RyanSherbrig> (I'll still be surprised if he's not just a drama queen.)

<HollyhockGod> All right, I'm opening the floor for anyone who'd like to explain their plans for their current situation.

<Pandora> To Shibuya, with dispatch!

<HollyhockGod> Pandora wins the initiative roll!

<Fiona> Well, before we head off in search of Oto., I'd like to try and talk the police officer into letting the handcuffed man go. He's obviously in need of some sort of help, not prison. (Aspect 0, backed by the influence swaying effect of Spirit 3)

<Fiona> (No fair; I had to type way more!)

<Ebba> Fill out silly forms, and ask his bureaucraticness if they must be completed in triplicate or not.

<RyanSherbrig> Hmmm, is he giving us forms, or asking us in person?

<HollyhockGod> Hm, zero, zero. No, I don't think that's enough. The officer respects your strength of character but isn't going to risk his job by releasing a probable lunatic without a better explanation.

<HollyhockGod> Ebba, I'm going to ask you to do that IC.

<HollyhockGod> No, I think we closed on Vesper announcing the nature of his emergency and you two gaping.

<Fiona> (I'll burn a point of Aspect to run it up to 1, then.)

<RyanSherbrig> ("Let me ask again… with feeling.")

<Fiona> (Well, let me elaborate on my arguments.)

• Pandora comes in to reinforce her, spinning off highly precise sounding legal blather at Aspect 2.

<HollyhockGod> I think it would help if you actually told me what you were telling him.

<Fiona> (Hmm. I'm making an argument that perhaps he's better off being taken to a hospital or the like, rather than arrested, if that makes sense.)

<Pandora> (Blather. Pandora's just supporting whatever Fiona's actual argument is with technical-sounding reasons she's right.)

<HollyhockGod> I'm not convinced.

<RyanSherbrig> (Want to run both scenes at once, or wait for Ebba and my response to Vesper?)

<HollyhockGod> The policeman seems swayed by your argument, but is unwilling to go against procedure without authority.

<Ebba> (I though we were supposed to wait for the GM to come round again, but aren't sure.)

<HollyhockGod> Ryan, you and Ebba can go ahead whenever.

<Fiona> (Didn't Pandora bluff having that authority earlier?)

<RyanSherbrig> "Well, I can't promise any information about my absent Familia without their consent, of course, but I'd be happy to answer almost any questions you have about myself, at least."

<Pandora> (He wasn't paying enough attention to be bluffed.)

<Ebba> "Bring forth your forms, o bureaucratic one, and we shall do our best to ensure that they are filled out correctly."

<Pandora> Swahili: "Come on, Fiona. We can return for him later; it'll be easier to deal with somebody who actually has authority for a release."

<HollyhockGod> "Ah, lady," says Vesper, "no form could capture adequately the wonder of your countenance."

<Fiona> at Pandora: "Okay. But we are coming back.", at the Officer, in Japanese: "We will be in contact with your superiors regarding that permission".

<HollyhockGod> So, it's on to Shibuya, then?

<Fiona> Mm.

<HollyhockGod> The officer politely gives you his contact numbers.

<Fiona> (Good.)

<HollyhockGod> All right. The building Kazuki directed you to in Shibuya is a halted construction site, currently sealed off to the general public by some ropes and tarps.

<Ebba> "So you intend to capture more that just my form, in that book of yours?"

<Ebba> (Ebba will watch the unmoving woman for any cues that she's winding this guy up too much.)

<RyanSherbrig> (Given my first impression of Frost, she probably won't mind.)

<Fiona> (Well, we aren't the general public. Pandora, it's your turn to talk.)

• Pandora ducks under a tarp and strides in bold as daylight. "Otonashi-sensei? Are you here? I need to speak with you."

<HollyhockGod> "The greatest advantage a Sovereign may know, cousin," explains Vesper, "is to know her neighbors well. To this end, it is my duty and pleasure to chronicle the names and natures of my peers in the Almanac of Monarchs, as sanctioned by the Council of Four."

• RyanSherbrig suspects this may take a while, and grabs a seat while appearing to listen intently.

<HollyhockGod> Frost isn't giving a single visual cue, so no help there.

<Pandora> (Sight, btw, because… well, ghost teacher.)

• Fiona follows, after a moment.

<RyanSherbrig> "This Almanac, is it open to be read by anyone? Or, indeed, are copies distributed? Such a resource would be helpful to us."

<HollyhockGod> Anyway, Vesper produces a copy of said almanac out of air, opening it to a page emblazoned with a rather abstract picture of himself, followed by some lines in rather elaborate script.

<HollyhockGod> "Dear sir, I have brought this copy expressly to add it to your library, if you will accept it. But I cannot call it complete without having seen you and written at least a few words about you and your magnificent home. Which, I must say, is beyond fantastic. To stand here, basking in the warmth, makes me feel like a dictionary that has just discovered itself suddenly illuminated."

<HollyhockGod> Katriana adds, still expressionless, "Do not, however, think that Vesper and I have not also come simply to pay our respects. Of course, I dare say there was no chance that you might believe my Brother to be all business."

<HollyhockGod> Pandora, Fiona, you're somewhat surprised by what's going on under the tarps.

<HollyhockGod> The inside of the building isn't anything like a construction site at all, and there probably hasn't been any building going on in quite some time.

<HollyhockGod> Instead, the space has been set up as a kind of crude amphitheater, complete with a rather gothic-looking sound system and a large podium.

<RyanSherbrig> "Of course. And if there's any way I can make either of your stays more comfortable, you have but to ask."

<Fiona> (Any sign of occupants? Checking with the Sight, etc.)

<HollyhockGod> On top of the podium is a wooden table, to which a man about forty years old has been tied and gagged. He looks uncomfortable. You're so surprised to see him that it takes a half-second before you remember to switch the Sight on, and that 's when things start to look really odd.

<HollyhockGod> The building's many benches and pews are packed with ghosts, of all ages and types.

<HollyhockGod> They don't seem to have noticed you yet, possibly because they aren't aware that you can see them.

<HollyhockGod> At any rate, their attention is fixated on the podium, where another ghost is talking rather loudly.

<HollyhockGod> He's a man of about thirty, with rather astonishing vibrance. Where most dead folks are somewhat faded and dull owing to the loss of most of their lower essences, he seems almost brighter than life.

<HollyhockGod> He's also got the spiritual equivalent of extravagantly-styled hair and a very flashing three-piece suit.

<HollyhockGod> The last time you saw a guy like this, he was on TV, asking you to come to Jesus.

• Pandora hates him already.

<HollyhockGod> He has his hand on the back of another ghost, a middle-aged man rather similar to the guy tied to the table, and is urging him on as the spirit gamely tries to possess the prisoner.

<HollyhockGod> "Now is the time to seize the day!" cries the mortivangelist. "For forty years your brother has had life handed to him on a platter while you slaved away for a pittance! He has everything and deserves nothing! Now, it's time for you to take what you deserve! Go on!"

<Fiona> (Pandora, your lead)

<Pandora> "Hold that thought!" Pandora projects her voice like a classically trained actor. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

<HollyhockGod> Inspired by this pep talk, the ghost slides slowly into the gagged man's head, and the man stops struggling as the spirit takes control.

<Pandora> She strides directly toward the podium, scowling.

<HollyhockGod> The crowd halts and the noise immediately stops, and the presumptive Otonashi-sensei cries out, "The servants of the status quo have come! Scatter, everyone!" resulting in a mass exodus for the exits (and the walls).

<Pandora> (Not much fear they'll drink the flavor-aid, I suppose)

<HollyhockGod> At the same time, he dives for Pandora and attempts to stream in through her eyes and mouth.

<RyanSherbrig> (Mass ghost suicide!)

<Fiona> (Well, they already have from the reincarnation point of view, haven't they?)

<HollyhockGod> This attempt is somewhat less successful than he was probably hoping for.

<RyanSherbrig> (Reincarnate him as a goldfish! Keep him in the chancel!)

<Pandora> "You can't actually do that, you know. I'm a goddess. We're immune."

<HollyhockGod> From the looks of it, he believes you. Something in your eyes seems to terrify him.

<HollyhockGod> "I don't have to stand for this disruption! I have an important message that must be delivered to the people of the world!" He raises his voice to a shout: "Rosa! ROSA!"

• Fiona heads over towards Pandora et al.

<HollyhockGod> Let's see, where were we. Oh, yes, we were offering hospitality.

<Pandora> (Oh no, the boss approaches! Giant space fish, go!)

<HollyhockGod> "Ah, but that is exactly what will aid us most, O generous and radiant host," Vesper agrees. "To enjoy the hospitality of your beautiful home, and to know you better."

<Ebba> "Will you render our portraits, or shall we provide our own?"

<HollyhockGod> As he speaks, he begins to move while talking, eventually starting a full-fledged peripatation.

<Pandora> "You have no idea just how deeply you have to take this from me. You've made yourself a thorn in your side of beings you cannot even imagine, and I'm here to find out what in the nine HELLS you think you're doing."

<RyanSherbrig> (I thought Vesper was saying that for a second. 'Whoa, tangent'.)

<Pandora> (You did, but it works for him. ;) )

<HollyhockGod> "My power, dear lady, is over words, but I can create an appropriate image if called upon. Which is exactly what…"

<HollyhockGod> While Vesper is talking, it becomes increasingly clear that he's moving away from you down one of the garden paths, to all appearances expecting you to follow.

<HollyhockGod> Katriana, on the other hand, remains still, and remarks to Ebba "My cousin, I have allowed Vesper to monopolize you; this is very remiss of me."

<HollyhockGod> "Of all words, he loves best the sound of his own; of course, that is not uncommon."

<HollyhockGod> "I won't ask you for personal details, as you will have had your fill of such questions very soon, but I hope that you adjust to your duties well."

<HollyhockGod> Meanwhile, as Otonashi begins to go fuzzy at the edges under the force of Pandora's glare, his call seems to attract the attention of someone else, who saunters vaguely in out of an office or something off to the side.

• Ebba sighs

<HollyhockGod> She's a pleasingly plump Italian woman just over thirty with some sinfully expensive Manolo shoes and a suit from some other designer whose name I don't know. She is also, incidentally, alive.

<Ebba> "I had hoped to be done with war, but it seems that I can't escape it."

• RyanSherbrig debates whether or not to follow Vesper.

<Fiona> (Does she also show up on the Sight?)

<HollyhockGod> She's chattering away on a cell phone to someone, but hangs up as she arrives at your side.

<HollyhockGod> Sight pings her as mortal, with a nasty aura, the kind you see on really disgusting murderers, although she seems perfectly amiable to normal vision.

<HollyhockGod> "Is there a- Ah!" she cries, seeing you.

<Fiona> (is there any way to tell if someone is an Anchor, short of no penetration miracles?)

<HollyhockGod> "Noble guests, come to visit our humble operation! How pleased I am to make your acquaintance, honored ladies."

<Pandora> (Is that a "Ahah" or an "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGHHHHHHHH!"?)

<HollyhockGod> (Sight seems to indicate that she is not.)

<HollyhockGod> ("Ah- a chocolate bar!")

<Pandora> (Heh.)

• Fiona is not actually a chocolate bar.

<RyanSherbrig> "Much as I would love a chance to get a few words of conversation in edgewise, I feel it would be rude of me as a host to not accompany Vesper. Ladies."

• RyanSherbrig gets up and follows after Words.

<Pandora> "I'm glad you're pleased." She is patently not. "Now, might you explain just what this operation, collectively, thinks it's doing?"

<HollyhockGod> "I am Rosa d'Addio, a humble servant of the Cammora, and therefore, of yourselves. Kyosuke, you fool, go and find someone to bring tea."

<Ebba> "Would you like tea? I believe Ryan has left us some"

<RyanSherbrig> (Iced tea, no less.)

<HollyhockGod> "I would be enchanted," says Katriana, humanizing either at the prospect of tea or the absence of the dominant male, although she still doesn't make an expression.

<HollyhockGod> "Ah, as you said just now, the reality of war haunts us always. It is the doom of man, I think, to be constantly pursued by catastrophe. Even ascension to Noble office simply magnifies the scope of this calamity."

<Fiona> (Oh, bollocks. Cammorae.)

<HollyhockGod> "To be frank, the world, it seems to me, has been moving inexorably towards Hell ever since around 1524."

• RyanSherbrig nods to the giant spider-gardener as he walks past.

<Ebba> (Isn't that about the start of the Thirty Years War?)

<RyanSherbrig> "So, Vesper, what information do you require from us for your Almanac?"

<Ebba> (Whoops, 100 years too early.)

<RyanSherbrig> (It was the year the first European saw the island of Manhattan!)

<RyanSherbrig> (And the capital of Gumarcaj fell to Spanish Conquistadors. Yay Wikipedia.)

<HollyhockGod> "Ah," says Vesper. "For the time being, I require only the barest description of yourself, your nature and disposition, and a few polite lies about your history."

<HollyhockGod> "In time, your own deeds will fill in the gaps as your exalted reputation grows."

<RyanSherbrig> "Indeed. Now, do you just want the names and titles I use as far as Creation goes, or are you interested in my reputation and status Beyond, as well?"

<RyanSherbrig> "Mind you, I'm not exactly sure how you would spell a title like [unpronouncable sound]."

<HollyhockGod> "Like this?" asks Vesper, spelling it out flawlessly in the air.

<Fiona> (The Power of Words strikes again!)

<RyanSherbrig> "Aha. Yes, that would do it."

<Pandora> (Ia! Ia! Ryan fthaghn!)

<RyanSherbrig> "Clever use of the inverted K."

<Pandora> (There is an American tribe called the S?wxwú7mesh.)

<RyanSherbrig> (Awesome.)

<Pandora> ("Squamish", approximately. Welsh, eat your orthographic heart out.)

<HollyhockGod> "Admittedly," admits Vesper, "for some creatures of the Beyond even my own powers fail. If I respected you less than I do, I should have had to ask that you refrain from expanding your influence outside Creation further, so that my almanac could remain current. Alas, as it is I must accept my limitations with equanimity."

<HollyhockGod> Back in Tokyo, Rosa cries, excitedly, "Ah, so you see the excellence of our arrangements? Of course, it is pointless to try to keep anything from you."

<Ebba> "Is there any news, advice, or other information you wished to share with us?"

<RyanSherbrig> "If my nature does change, I shall strive to keep you up to date, unless it is no longer my nature to do so."

<HollyhockGod> "I recruited the good Mr. Otonashi for aid in this enterprise, and together we have created Lethe Anonymous, quite possibly the most impressive self-help group yet known to man."

<Pandora> "It is, I will give you, impressive. I must ask you, however, what you intend to gain by it."

<HollyhockGod> "My lady Regal, like all humble servants, I desire only to fulfill the order of my client. I was instructed to set up this network as part of that Lady's service to her Estate. In this great work, we have set out to end the great complacency of man, encouraging him to act out his desires, unlimited by any force, even death! And I must say that I have been rather successful."

<RyanSherbrig> ("Resolve! What did you do?")

<HollyhockGod> "Judging from the reports I received from the police commissioner, you have already seen a few of our graduates in action, no?"

<RyanSherbrig> "Perhaps you could tell me what you already know, and I can fill in any blanks. You are already aware of my name and Estate, I assume?"

<HollyhockGod> "Young Kazuki was one of our better works, although I was surprised when he ended up imprinting on Maebara, who is also, I suppose you could say, one of our works."

<Pandora> "I have. I have also felt your efforts rather more directly upon my Estate. Which you are, I should note, making a definite local hash of."

<Pandora> "Which lady is it who hired you?"

<HollyhockGod> "We've set up a litte school for young people like him, in furtherance of our efforts here. We take a young man or woman, make them beautiful, accomplished, and poised, and train them to artlessly evoke the desire and jealousy of others, all without ever knowing what they do- Oh! What? Ah, my client?"

<Pandora> "Yes. Your client."

<HollyhockGod> "Ah, yes. The lady you seek, in this regrettable conflict of interests, is Maliq Ristani, Domina Invidiae. I do not know if you are previously acquainted?"

<Pandora> "I am not."

<RyanSherbrig> (Ooooh, that's a great Estate.)

<HollyhockGod> "A woman of the most impressive drive. No doubt you will get along splendidly."

<Pandora> "That strikes me as perhaps unlikely.

<Pandora> "It does, however, behoove me to at least attempt a peaceful solution to the problems this operation is causing."

<Pandora> "Can you put me in contact with the Lady?"

<HollyhockGod> Elsewhere, Katriana answers Ebba, "Domina, I have grown old several times over in my service to Creation, and I have grown to distrust advice. If I believe in anything, it is that change has yet to be change for the better. If I have any purpose, it is only to preserve what remains as changelessly as possible."

<HollyhockGod> "But no doubt, you, who are young yet, feel differently."

<HollyhockGod> Ryan, Vesper has led you up to the front gates of the Obsidian Fortress and is marching on in while saying "Of course, your name has become known to me through various intimations of my Estate, which keeps me abreast of such things, but in truth I know little else, either of you or of your Siblings."

<HollyhockGod> "Indeed, of those ladies who are Resolve and Rebirth I know almost nothing at all."

<RyanSherbrig> "Aha. Well, Resolve is back at the patio should you wish to question her as to her nature, and Rebirth is on an errand, but I will certainly forward your contact information to her if she isn't back by the time you leave."

<HollyhockGod> Vesper laughs. "Ah, cousin, how discreet you are! It hardly befits Radiance to exhibit such restraint, eh?"

<RyanSherbrig> "Regarding myself, my name is Ryan Sherbrig, power of Radiance. I also enjoy the honor of being True King of the Fire Isles, to use the traditional titles. I am deeply committed to the Code of the Light."

<Ebba> ""I could not give up my need for growth. To say, this far, and no farther."

<RyanSherbrig> "Hmmm."

<RyanSherbrig> (That being in response to 'exhibit some restraint' comment.)

<HollyhockGod> "I could hardly," says Rosa, "attempt to prevent two such charming ladies from meeting. A moment, please."

<HollyhockGod> Rosa dials a number into her cell, and waits a long while for the other party to pick up. You faintly hear a querulous mutter escape from the phone as someone answers.

<HollyhockGod> "Ah, Domina," says Rosa. "Your servant, d'Addio. I have most urgent news regarding- yes, yes, it is quite important. I stand here even now with the august Lady of Rebirth and her Sisters, who have come to protest our actions here. They wish-"

<HollyhockGod> Rosa listens for a moment.

<HollyhockGod> "Yes, that is the name, yes. She tells me-"

<HollyhockGod> Another moment.

<HollyhockGod> Rosa looks at Pandora and says "It is her desire to speak with you now." She holds out the phone, which is encrusted with the most ludicrous rhinestones you have ever seen.

<RyanSherbrig> "If I were to indulge myself in metaphor, it is the nature of opaque objects within bright light to cast shadows. It would require a perspective other than that of the light's source to see them."

<HollyhockGod> Vesper's white eyebrows arch up, signaling the approach of mischievousness.

<Pandora> Pandora takes the cell with a polite nod and puts it to her ear. "Hello.."

<RyanSherbrig> ("Mischievousness! When did you arrive?")

<HollyhockGod> "Do I then cast a shadow upon you, O cousin?" Vesper laughs. "Perhaps I must be more specific." He pretends to think hard for a moment. "Exactly how attractive would you say that you are to women?"

• RyanSherbrig blinks.

<HollyhockGod> Katriana nods sagely at Ebba, saying, "It is a rare Sovereign who will agree to limit herself so."

<HollyhockGod> Vesper grins wickedly at your hesitation.

<HollyhockGod> He's clearly trying to see how easily you can be baited.

<RyanSherbrig> "Hmmm. I'd consider myself of vaguely average appearance. Certainly romance was never the highest priority for me. Why?"

<HollyhockGod> A voice emerges from the telephone. It sounds rather like oozing granite, if such a thing were possible. "So. Do I have the honor of addressing Pandora, heh…. Eve's-Daughter?

<RyanSherbrig> "Wait… are you implying…"

• RyanSherbrig laughs. A lot.

<HollyhockGod> "I merely seek to hear of your… accomplishments," says Vesper, with the appearance of all innocence. "Of course, not every man can hope to equal my successes, for simple reasons of population limits."

<Pandora> "You do, milady. Of late, Domina Reincarnata. I fear, however, you have me at a disadvantage… ?" Her tone is coolly polite; clearly she's not entirely prepared to enjoy this conversation, but she's on her best behavior for the sake of diplomacy.

<Ebba> (Shut him down! tell about how you had naughty tentacle sex with things from Beyond :D)

<RyanSherbrig> (I'm considering it!)

<HollyhockGod> "Right," says Maliq. "You could hardly know as much of me as I do of you. We often tell stories of your… great works. MaliqeRistani, Lady of Envy. It is… a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

<RyanSherbrig> (I'm also considering telling him how almost half of my Familia are PLANTS.)

<Pandora> (We could go over half if there was a good reason. ;) )

<RyanSherbrig> (Yeah, and the other options are explosive-suicidal girl, and Fire's Regal. Whooo, party.)

<HollyhockGod> (Also, married. But don't tell him that.)

<Pandora> "I am equally pleased to make your own."

<RyanSherbrig> (That too.)

<Pandora> "I am given to understand that you have initiated a number of undertakings in the area of self help, Lady Envy."

<RyanSherbrig> (Have to head out in 15 minutes or so, FYI)

<Fiona> (I should go then too, actually)

<Pandora> ( :-| )

<HollyhockGod> "That's what they call it, I think. I'm more interested in the part that helps me, honestly. We all have our duty to our Estate, yeah?"

<HollyhockGod> "But no doubt you won't approve."

<Pandora> "Indeed we do, milady. Unfortunately, one in particular of your enterprises impinges upon my own estate."

• RyanSherbrig spends a while trying to think about how to respond to that last comment, actually.

<RyanSherbrig> (I admit, I really wasn't expecting that change in topic.)

<HollyhockGod> "Running out of souls, are we? I shouldn't think you were in any danger of running out. There's too many, really. But now we're getting away from business and into… hobbies, eh?"

<HollyhockGod> (Now, Ryan beholds the power of Noble social-fu.)

<RyanSherbrig> (Also, did you say he looks, like 14 or so?)

<HollyhockGod> (That's right.)

<Fiona> (Maybe he just brings literary characters to life?)

<HollyhockGod> (Why do you think that's less disturbing? WHYYYYY)

<Pandora> "Perhaps that is so, Milady. Indeed, were this another age I might find Otonashi-sensei's activities amusing. It is not, however, another age; we must deal with the realities of the Age of Pain, and I fear that this operation opens a weakness I cannot allow to stand in light of the Valde Bellum."

<HollyhockGod> "Yesss…. hard for you to get things done when there's a few dozen ghosts going on binges, isn't it?"

<HollyhockGod> Was there a tiny, tiny emphasis on the 'you' there?

<HollyhockGod> "Well, this is just a little thing, rilly. Maybe I can do you a bit of a favor, after all."

<HollyhockGod> "Never know when you might need a corpse reconstituted. Might be as well for me in the end, eh?"

<RyanSherbrig> "My apologies, I admit I was taken aback momentarily by the implications of the phrase 'population limits'."

<Pandora> "I had hoped you might see it that way, milady. Certainly, as this operation would, under less trying circumstances, be a legitimate enterprise of your estate, I would be more than willing to regard your forbearance is this particular matter as a personal favor."

<HollyhockGod> The eyebrows go up and down several times.

<RyanSherbrig> (I'm resisting the urge to just create a giant rampaging monster as a convenient distraction.)

<HollyhockGod> "Let's call it a deal, then," says Maliqe. "But I think we'll be seeing each other soon… I've been telling myself I need to get out a bit more."

<RyanSherbrig> ("Whoops, Bane! Excuse me a moment.")

<RyanSherbrig> (Actually, hell, that's a good idea.)

<HollyhockGod> "I do my humble best, cousin. But do not be discouraged! Yes, indeed, sometime I must instruct you in how these things are done. In truth, it is simple a matter of accepting how persuasive we are now able to be."'

<Pandora> "I look forward to it, milady." And if you believe that, I've got a bridge to sell you… "Thank you for your time. I bid you good day."

<RyanSherbrig> (Although I'm also tempted now to just snap my fingers and create an insta-harem.)

<HollyhockGod> "Simply toss aside the fear that mortals know, and do what you will."

<HollyhockGod> Beep. Call ended.

• Pandora returns the phone politely to the Cammorae.

<Pandora> "Your client has agreed that the ghost operation is to be ended."

<Pandora> (Is the ghost-teacher still present?)

<RyanSherbrig> "Of course. In fact, I could tell - one moment. It appears one of the Mysterious Beasts is loose. I should deal with this."

<RyanSherbrig> (Aaaand, I gotta be off. Laters all, I had fun!)

<Fiona> (Do we want to call the session to an end here?)

<HollyhockGod> All right, I guess we can end it here for now.