#plot drop 002

POV: Andrômeda Black

@triatemporahq

Por mais que adorasse festas e definitivamente estava precisando de algumas boas doses de whisky de fogo, Andrômeda voltou para o dormitório mais cedo que os demais colegas. Uma inquietação repentina surgiu dentro de si e pensou que algumas horas de sono poderiam resolver a situação. Estava enganada. Ficou se revirando na cama até perceber os primeiros raios de sol adentrando no quarto. Não era comum perder toda uma noite de sono, seu corpo, de um jeito ou de outro, sempre apagava. Dessa vez não. Sabia que não conseguiria mais dormir e sendo a única acordada no quarto decidiu sair. De momento, ficaria apenas na comunal lendo um livro para esperar o horário do café e descer com suas irmãs. Mas aquela inquietação voltou. 

Alexandria rushed through her office, eager to hide all her evidence. She thought she burned everything but as she pushed all the papers into the waste bin, the headmistress was wrong. The spell was still here. This would tie her to the crime and the school would be taken from her, she knew it. 

She needed to make an announcement soon, the staff was starting to get suspicious. Alexandria didn’t even want to get started on the missing students. To say she was in a lot of hot water was an understatement. The queen was pressuring her, political figures had held off their funding. Alexandria needed a plan and right now, after a few weeks, she finally knew what she was going to do.

The brunette rushed and gathered everything, quickly tutting with her fingers to make the items disappear. Then, she was calling in the security team, giving them orders while staying as stoic as possible. 

                         ◟˖﹡˙⊰ THE INTERROGATION ⊱ ʿ﹡˖◝

as soon as the news of winnipeg sanders’ disappearance made it to every paper’s first page, the citizens of sunnyside have been talking. where some believed nothing to have changed in town, others have started to notice subtle changes -- leaves on her doorstep which seem to be hiding something, the smell of her delicious cookies wavering through the streets -- but who is to tell right from wrong ? at this point, it is pretty clear to the inspectors that, while the initial shock of the news has worn off, the town was left in a certain state of confusion and paranoia. fingers are being pointed, but none in the same direction... where is winnie ? what happened to winnie ? is someone involved ? who knows m o r e ? all burning questions on everyone’s mind ( whether they’ll admit it or not ) -- especially detective basil baker has lost many nights of solid sleep over them. 

with high hopes, the detective called in every single citizen for a profound interrogation -- but contrary to what he expected ( and hoped for ) basil found out a l o t about the citizens’ personal issues and feuds ( and by mcduck, these people sure seem to have a lot of issues ) and disappointingly little about what may have happened to mrs. sanders. every clue he thought he had stumbled upon, ended up being another dead end... 

a sketchy ANYA ROMANOV who brought up some weak alibis turned out to be bartending the night of the disappearance, confirmed by megara achebe and ( a  s l i g h t l y ) intoxicated charles charming. there goes the first suspect. the innocent, cute duo FAWN REYES and PEYTON BENNETT had mismatching alibis... but after a second round of questions, the dead end turned out to carry the name CARA HEART -- a brat with obvious personal issues to work out, but none that actually seem relevant to the case. and who could really suspect fawn or peyton... neither of them would even be capable of killing a fly. same with WENDY DARLING and FELIX WRIGHT. suspect two, three and four were scratched from the list. based on personal records ( and reputation ), the detective and inspectors hoped to find out some more dirt on RALPH WRIGHT and mr. OOGIE B -- OSCAR BAILEY, but these gentlemen turned out to be dead end five and six. ralph’s alibi was rock solid and so was oscar’s -- though the department has decided to keep an eye out on the latter; after all, it seems the man is withholding stuff... enough reason to dislike a nosy person such as winnie, don’t you think ? but that’s a whole other case. and talking about other cases, the police department has added a couple side-investigations to their list of tasks: ELSA ARENDELLE’s illegal ‘ hacking into the system ’ practices and the more and more frequent occurrence of the so-called ‘ pixie dust ‘, which the BELL SISTERS may or may not have something to do with ( further investigation sure is needed ). also the tadashi HAMADA case may get pulled out from under the dust -- maybe there is a link between that case and the disappearance, anyways. it is worth looking into. 

in the end, the interrogation led to only two remaining suspects -- SEBASTIAN CRAB who doesn’t have a solid alibi and little miss MORGAN SILVER who’s alibi is less stable than a piece of jelly. whether these two actually have anything to do with the disappearance is still a mystery to both the detective and the inspectors -- nor does the fact that the others aren’t on the suspects list anymore mean they are off the hook. it is clear that the interrogation has brought up very little useful information, so it is vital that inspector biance and bernard sharp keep their eyes and ears open for more rumors, gossips and possible clues. if you have noticed something off ( or you’d like to stir some drama ), make sure to contact the POLICE DEPARTMENT -- every little help can cause a break through in the case !

A gentle warning to them is called out in what she has always considered her native tongue when the common one was deemed far less elegant. “Gaomagon daor jiōraton tolī tolmiot, issa riñar.” The ties that she felt to her heritage were strong and for all her children had the raven hair of the Morrigens they also had her violet eyes and that alone was enough for her to want to ensure that they also felt pride in knowing that the blood of Valyria ran in their veins as much as it did in hers. Despite her gaze being on her offspring, she was not entirely unaware of her surroundings at such time when it would be foolish to allow herself to be oblivious to all else. While her eyes never left the most precious things to her, she addressed the presence that she had felt grow closer. “I think it is simply proof that life goes on no matter what, do you not?” Lyrical tones mused aloud, not to dismiss the reality that they were facing but rather see it from a different angle. “The world does not stop for the trials of men.”

PLOT DROP 2.5

The night so far has gone on with ease, but trouble is brewing. 

At this point both The Assassin and The Driver have gone inside; leaving the car unattended. Four individuals have been pointed out by The Informant, three have had trackers placed on them by Mortimer. One target remains elusive, and The Hacker must find a way to plant the tracker or evaluate whether or not it is worth the risk. So far The Informant is uncertain of whether or not they actually know the individual or if they just look familiar, it is entirely possible they have no knowledge of Vronsky’s plan. But the more suspects they have the easier it will be get procure information.

The Thief and The Fabricator have successfully planted the faberge egg. And the auction is about to begin, however. The Thief and The Fabricator were caught back in the off limits zone and have been detained for trespassing. With no excuse or valid reason for being there, they have yet to be released, and the rest of the team has begun to suspect that something is wrong. The auction roster has not been swapped out for the new version yet, and just as they were being escorted out The Thief alerted The Weapons Expert to this fact.

Now one team team member must go back behind the scenes, find the the clipboard which was left behind by The Thief. They must then find a way to distract the auction director, and swap out the clipboards - a distraction is recommended.

Even worse, one of the guards detected that The Fabricator’s invitation was false, and now guards are on the lookout for anyone acting suspiciously or attempting to cross into restricted zones. They suspect a plot for art theft and if they find anyone else that they think may be a part of it, they will inspect the invitation. The team must keep their covers while attempting to fix the situation last minute.

Most importantly, The Historian while wearing a terrible fake mustache, was approached by Kipler. The two old colleagues chatted for some time, and then Kipler invited The Historian for a private conversation wherein Kipler proposed that The Historian meet a friend of his. This friend is almost certainly Vronsky. Kipler said to go to Budapest to have a conversation, with the hopes of converting The Historian to the cause.

The smell of decayed roses was what stopped him.