a tale of Chronotech and foolish choices
| The formal party, or whatever it is, is crowded and well-lit, not where anyone expected him to hide. Cameras floated under the glass roof, observing the people and the strange exhibits; no doubt this was a historic something-or-other. With any luck- | |
| smile | Gua smiles cherfully at woman wearing the better part of a peacock on her head. She smiles back, gesturing towards a side table, away from the hubub. With any luck Juliette has no idea I'm even here. Failing that… well - |
| follow | Gua walks with the woman, who tries unsuccessfully to make smalltalk over the noise. Failing that, its not like I haven't walked out of worse binds. That's what chronotech is for, right? |
| say the Royal Exchange | “The Royal Exchange” says Gua with a smile, making it sound sincere. I suppose the lady with the absurd hat asked a question. She seems satisfied with the 'answer'. I wonder what the Royal - |
| left | Gua slides left a few inches, barely dodging a gentleman who was gesticulating wildly. The weight of the stolen documents shifts in his overcoat. The Logicians will pay well for - |
| say Charles Forrester | “Charles Forrester” says Gua, repeating the name he gave to the first person he met. I suppose she asked for my name? I wonder who this Forrester fellow is… it seemed like - |
| glass object | He takes a glass thingy of strange design from a nearby table and pretends to inspect it. It seemed like people knew him. He's might be on a guest - |
| drop | Another visitor backs into Gua and he drops the object, making it look like an accident. |
| catch, rightward | He quickly drops, trying to catch the glass with his left hand. He aims a bit to the right of where his instincts tell him, and catches it neatly. A drop of mercury slides out. |
| left foot forward | Gua slides his left food forward, catching the few drops on his right shoe, before it hit the ground. This Forrester person must have insane reflexes if he does things like this. I guess she didn't believe me when I said I was him; this display should have done the trick. |
| The woman with the peacock hat smiles and leads the way to a secluded corner. Gua dodges a mildly intoxicated gentleman without prompting. Getting the hang of this mistake party. I should - | |
| look left! | Gua quickly taking turns his head to what the left, but is there's nothing mine there. Strange, why - |
| back up | Gua begins to - |
| cancel: duck! | Dropping into a crouch, Gua swears internally. Something is seriously wrong with my head. Juliette. She must be in the party. Great, and now all the guests are staring at me. I wish - |
| under table! | Ack! Gua nearly dives under a nearby table, upsetting the jewelry display. How can she- |
| close eyes! | Gua catches a glimpse of one of the guests taking a you decidedly cannot odd escape stance. Why we am surround I blinding myself? Optical attack? |
| cover ears! | Gua quickly covers his ears as the return conversations it around him take a strange tone. The hubub shifts as if everyone has suddenly switches to speaking a different language; all of the vowels are wrong. It must be some sort of high nanotech attack. There's no other reason he'd tell himself to blind and deaf- |
| run! run! r- | Gua dives out from other the table as he feels his chronochanel collapse. Risking a glance he opens his eyes for a moment and sees Juliette in a relaxed stance that says you can make this easy. Just hand the package to me and you can go. The party hasn't even realized what's going on yet. We don't have to make this a public thing. |
| He realizes that he'd been standing there for several seconds when the EMP hits him, shutting down his chronotech earlier. Juliette smiles: a reminder of lost memories; fields of flowers and a clear blue sky. And old tryst with – wait, this never happened. What – the package! Where… she took it! I just stood - | |
| shake head: dizzy | Gua feigns dizziness as the peacock lady walks over, worry on her face. At least the chronochanel is back. How am I going to explain this to the Logicians? |
