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Inside the airship, Abby said to Meren, "I'm not sure if I should congratulate you or say I'm sorry. Paris is a beautiful city, but still a city. I hope you'll be comfortable there. I have no doubt you're pleased to serve the Pharoh."

Abby raised her eyebrow at the odd way of addressing an Empress. Not only as a bird, but one rarely seen in France. But even more interesting was that this mentor of Miss West's seemed to have connections far beyond what she would have expected. But considering the group of people she had...

Abby nodded and smiled gently. "To feel so intensely connected to your goddess must be... absolutely joyous. How fitting that your first act now will be to perform a marriage."

As long as no one interferes with her, Abby rushes over to the priestess. "Sabah. Do you need anything? I'm so glad to see you."

"I will do so. I speak excellent French and have some skill with magic. And I'm sure Miss West and Mr. Eastman will wish to remain here to offer whatever assistance to you that they can before our final departure, Your Majesty."

Abby kept her expression neutral as the sentences were pronounced. The moral high ground did not feel at all comfortable when it resulted in years of torture for three fellow beings. Whatever they had done, the torture would not undo it. Yet it was Neferka's decision to make, and in cold logic...

Before the successful assault on the King, another assault was planned by subtler means. Myself and some compatriots had infiltrated a French camp. Prosper Merimee was in charge at that camp, and Miss Bernhardt is his apprentice. I was magically disguised as Miss Bernhardt and he happened to see...

Abby stood and offered, "Beyond the word of the Goddess, more is not necessary. However, I can give more details about the roles of Belloq, Merimee, and Bernhardt if you wish to hear it."

Exhausted and in pain, Abby quietly removed herself before the questioning began. Her thinking and memory were fuzzy from the fact that it was at least 2 whole days since she'd slept for more than an hour at a time, and the aching from her painfully pulled arms. So rather than try to question...

My situation is confused and frankly, feeling quite useless for some time now. I'll try to catch up, but I don't imagine I'll be any less confused at that point. Abby of course will be glad to tell anything she knows, but I doubt I'll be able to remember it myself.

I'd like Ride of the Valkyrie in the morning and Who You Gonna Call (with PKB) in the afternoon please.

I'm not sure we could get anyone to watch the little one, especially since we will have been to Boston two weeks earlier, but I'll let Alex know this is up. Possibly we'll come out with little one, and only one of us will game. We had planned to go to Salem in October anyway... Update: Alex...

"Damn, I wanted to do that." "Do you mean Daguerre? And which other?"

"He's the one who was involved in the plot to poison the Royal Family. He's the liar who got us locked up at the Palace."

Before leaving Abby looked toward Sabah to make sure the Goddess didn't object. She didn't like trusting the new Pharoh's safety to others. Finally, she stepped out and locked eyes with Bellocq, staring silently.

"Probably not, but why make her do all the work?" A by stepped over to the door and looked out. "Bellocq, that piece of s@%$." Only the sight of Cal there kept her from grabbing the nearest handy club. "And here they are," she told Ruby.

"It's not just you. I'm cuddled up close with my paranoia. There are still a few Frenchmen loose out there, and they'll be desperate."

Abby stands at the back with Mina, paying far more attention to their surroundings than the ceremony.

Abby opened her eyes from the cat nap she was trying to catch. "I hurt like hell, and I'm tired to the point where everything's funny. But I have a little more in me before I collapse. Sorry, I've been reloading the page and getting no new posts. Then I went out and back, and suddenly there's...

"Lieutenant Colonel, you are absolutely right. But bear in mind these men were in the dirigible that held the Queen and her husband. They are now in a hurry to go somewhere. If we try to capture or stop them now, we choose the time and place. If we let them go, they choose it. That said...