On a Spider's Advice...

[Kelleris]

Tyndra - The plane wouldn't be destroyed without the Orrery. It's just a model. On the other hand, this is a plane where you could conceivably have a hailstorm of ice paraelementals. Meteorology is an important thing...

The secratary approaches and raises her eyebrow archy at Keys. "Papers? No, I doubt it. What's your excuse, then?"

The segmented golden scrying disk splits again, one disk following after Skaith, and the other remaining inside. Whoever it's attached to has apparently taken an interest in your party, though why the sensor should be so obviously visible (how could you not have noticed it right away?) is a complete mystery.

 

[Ashy]

"You can't tell me you'll just walk away from this! Do you realize that if something messes with the wrong piece of the Orrery, this entire plane could collapse?!"

Skaith whirls on Tyndra, "What would you have me do?? These folk think we're barmy! Hells, half of the time, I think that we may be barmy!?! What would you have me do, Tyndra?"

 

[Ferrix]

The secratary approaches and raises her eyebrow archy at Keys. "Papers? No, I doubt it. What's your excuse, then?"

The segmented golden scrying disk splits again, one disk following after Skaith, and the other remaining inside. Whoever it's attached to has apparently taken an interest in your party, though why the sensor should be so obviously visible (how could you not have noticed it right away?) is a complete mystery.

"Do you care what happens to the Orrery?" she asks, although with barely a pause she continues, "yes, good. Some impish biter was twistin' bits around earlier and in the deep kindness of their hearts those two sods, who just skittered out, dragged me here to let some living book named Rr'Tashk know." Looking to the golden scrying disk, she points up at it and asks, "and do you have any idea what exactly that thing might be? And lastly, if you don't believe me, I could care less if it rained ice paramentals tonight and it wiped all these leatherheads out."

 

[Kelleris]

The secretary goes into an oddly pert snarling fury at Keys' ingracious remarks. "Rr'Tashk is upstairs, you impudent twit. Feel free to visit him if you like, but you" <there comes a presence behind you> "had best not make trouble. And that's the ceiling you're pointing at. I can see Rr'Tashk is going to have his hands full dealing with a ninny like you!" She stomps off back toward her desk, apparently so peeved that she can't even see straight, before taking her seat and regarding you with a baleful glare. It's clear that she wants you gone immediately, and provoking her would give her an excuse to do something the prospect of which she clearly regards with pleasure.

The disk bobs merrily at your shoulder, as though enjoying some private joke.

 

[Ferrix]

Shooting a glare at the sensor, Keys gives a faux happy eyebrow rise to the secretary, and heads on up the stairs. Laughing internally to herself, that priss sure has got something wedged deep.

 

[Ashy]

OOC: Is Skaith outside or inside when this happens?

 

[Kelleris]

Hmm... Hard to say. Your call - I don't know how you picture it. Oh, also, the sensor with you is also bobbing merrily, in synch with Keys' new companion.

 

[Ferrix]

Hmm... Hard to say. Your call - I don't know how you picture it. Oh, also, the sensor with you is also bobbing merrily, in synch with Keys' new companion.

I had pictured that the two others were already outside.

 

[Ashy]

I had pictured that the two others were already outside.

OOC: Honestly, I had as well. We need a ruling here, DM!

 

[Kelleris]

Bah! Making me do my job!

We'll say they're outside, but they can probably hear the secretary's low-volume, high-intensity shouting if they're paying attention. Okay, I doubt that's the case, but hey...