un: sling shot | audio | after wedding no. 2 goes awry

[slippin]

Hey. [ The voice coming through your magical doohickey is low and maybe congested. Whatever this is doesn't sound like good news. Then the speaker clears his throat, continues in lighter tones, his cadence practiced: ] Are you somewhere private? Because that would be a good place to be right now.

[ There's a good twenty-second pause filled with ambient train noise. Time enough to close your communicator, make your excuses. ] Great. [ Again: it doesn't sound great! ] Um. So, uh, earlier this afternoon as I was leaving the movie theater, I bumped into the bride-to-be...or not-to-be...Like. [ A single solid clap. ] Bam. Well, her little attache case went flying and in the course of helping her, you know, recombobulate herself I may have glimpsed a thing or two relevant to our present circumstances.

[ A beat. Hastily: ] Not weapons. Nothing like that. [ Please don't commit unilateral or joint murder based on his intel! ] But, okay, before we go any further, I've got a few questions for you:

Do we know anyone onboard whose name starts with C? As in crazy, or camembert.

Have any of you talked to Prassenze? [ Rest assured: he mangles the pronunciation. Maybe he'll figure it out by the third wedding. ] Had a little heart-to-heart?

Uh, and last but definitely not least, what the hell?

Great. [ Great! ] Thanks. Over and out.



[ ooc: threadjack away! mod-provided deets on the suitcase's contents are here, since jimmy will share all that info but it'll be run through a jimmy-filter and he's allergic to being direct.

(also if your char would want to talk to him in person, lmk and I can do a starter for that!) ]

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[blackscales]

Not that I'm aware. What leads you to believe it must be someone on the train?

[ What was it you saw, Jimmy? ]

[slippin]

Oh. [ He says, like he hadn't left out approximately fifty relevant details. ] Prassenze had this note—she had a lotta letters, it was like the Library of Congress in there—but most of them were between her and Firo. This note, though, was dashed off in a hurry and signed "C."

And I mean, I doubt we're on anybody's mail route out here.

[blackscales]

[ This is interesting!

It's... still missing plenty of key information though. Wrathion can tell this will be a slow process. ]

What did the note say? Something relevant?

[ He assumes so, given the interest. ]

[slippin]

Ehhhhhhhhhhh. [ A highly technical assessment. ] It's real vague—perhaps deliberately so? [ Or perhaps someone's just warming to the idea of playing detective. ]

It goes, what you—Prassenze—want can be done, but you should reconsider because there can be drastic and dangerous effects. And Firo deserves the truth.

Has the Countess been talking to Prassenze, do you know? They don't seem, uh, publicly affiliated that I've noticed.

[blackscales]

Not that I am aware. But this does imply Prassenze had assistance with this endeavour. That they did not achieve it entirely on their own. This is useful information, thank you.

[ As if Jimmy was doing him a favour, rather than Wrathion actually answering to help Jimmy. ]

[slippin]

[ Look, at least he says thanks, handily exceeding Jimmy's expectations where these kinds of interactions are concerned.

But he'll still make some noise about it. ] Wait! You're welcome. [ Both huffy and sarcastic. More urgently: ] Is this magic? I mean, obviously, but...

[ How bad is it? he forces himself not to ask. ] What are we talking here?

[blackscales]

None of us are the targets, I doubt we will come to harm.

[slippin]

[ A short pause as he tries to enter the headspace of someone who's never heard the phrase "caught in the crossfire," let alone lived it: ] Oh, okay. Phew.

[ Lesson learned: volunteer information to this guy after you've had your questions answered! ]