High Law and Low Justice, Part 5

[Wilphe]

There is a fair ammount of running and shouting going on outside, as well the harsh whine of thr Proctors screamer as he basically seems to activate it until it runs flat. Apart from that there aren't any further sounds of combat as Gwydion wriggles under one of the flaps emerging in what appears to be a storage area. Broken furniture and unused displays appear to be the main things stored here, though there are a couple of K'kree polearms standing in the corner. The room is otherwise deserted and unlit apart from the light coming in where the flaps meet the ground.

 

[DrZombie]

Gwydion tries to orientate himself and goes to what he thinks is the side of the tent-encampement. He picks an oaken chair-leg from the pile of rubble and hides it under his jacket (unless there happens to be a sword hidden in the pile of debris ).

 

[Wilphe]

No swords, the K'kree like their melee weapons long and pointy. The shortest one here is taller than Gwydion, so a suitible chair leg it is. He quickly orientates himself to find the edge of this marquee and slips out into what is in effect an alley between this and the next. Picking his way over the guy ropes and tent pegs brings him back to the large open area at the entrance to the exhibition.

Here the flow of people running away from the fighting is pretty much balanced by the flow of people running towards it to see what is going on. It is all a bit confused, and chaotic. In other words, excellent for slipping into the crowd and getting out of there. There is no sign of any either the Proctor or the assailants, but several security, paramedics and the like are converging on the place. There's also the tips of some K'kree polearms poking up above the crowd and about a dozen of them are headed towards you as they make their way to the fight scene.

 

[DrZombie]

Gwydion tries to slip in amongst the crowd unnoticed, looking for a place where he can hide for a minute to change his clothing and get the make-up from his face. He drops the table-leg before joning the crowds.

 

[Wilphe]

The table leg drops unnoticed onto the grass, there is a handy toilet facility nearby and Gwydion reaches it at the same time as the K'kree reach the tent you were just in. While it is a bit busy with crying children being placated by anxious fathers right now it isn't hard to dive into an unoccupied cubicle and adjust ones appearence.

 

[DrZombie]

Gwydion calmly walks out and makes for the exit, trying to catch the next bus out of there.

 

[Wilphe]

As he steps down from the restrooms Gwydion can see that once he gets through the intial crush the way out to the nearest bus stop is clear and uncongested. Making his way through the crowd he hits more or less open space, behind him there are still shouts and a fair ammount of shouting and a little bit of screaming.
Someone is calling his name, "Gwydion! First Officer Gwydion!". Its a female voice, familar and close at hand - so not coming from the hubburb at the tents.

 

[DrZombie]

Gwydion turns and looks at the source of the voice.

 

[Wilphe]

It is one of passengers you brought from Dukh. Eleanor Carnot in fact, one of less objectionable ones, she is in dark grey business wear and clutching a heavy looking briefcase as she makes her way unevenly across the grass in order to catch up with you. Heels are fine in the boardroom, bad on a field.

"Gwydion, nice to see you again! What's going on?"

 

[DrZombie]

"No idea, miss. just a lot of noise, squeelers and the lot. Heard someone sayy they saw some armored people busting in one of these tents. Either way, I'm not sticking around."

He smiles at her.

"So, what brings you here?"