Lucy Stillman § 001
Who: Lucy Stillman, Rebecca Crane, Desmond Miles and Shaun Hasting (Modern Day Assassin FTW)
What: Time to regroup! And make sure Shaun doesn't get killed. And that Becca is not fangirling too much. And that Desmond is still sane. So much work to do!
Where: House no 5, fourth floor, living room
When: Mid-morning
Warnings: None for now, will be updated if needed (but highly unlikely.) Also starts in third, but we can switch if you guys prefer.
Lucy was sitting on the couch, the notebook she had brought back from her exploration of the city resting on her lap. There was few notes scribbled on it, she was tapping her pen against the half filled page, her lips pulled in an annoyed line, her mind obviously elsewhere.
No one was happy to be kidnapped from their home, that was certain and the blond Assassin was no different then the other prisoners of this place in that regard. And there was so few hints and clues to go with to help figure out what this world was. She had listened to all of the network's messages, but wasn't really interested in helping to storm the castle. No one in their right set of mind would run head down to demand answers without trying to do some good info gathering first. It was Assassin's Training 101 right there.
But this Promenade place was not only what was on the young woman's mind. She'd seen the mirror in her room, seen how time still seemed to be frozen in her world while others seemed to let on that theirs were still going on. That in itself was a puzzle. But the most frustrating thing was to be stuck here with no way to make sure Abstergo wasn't launching their satellite, without being able to know where the Temples were.
Leaning back, Lucy exhaled, closing her eyes as she massaged her temples. At least all of her team was here. They were all safe as well. That was something positive to focus on, no?
What: Time to regroup! And make sure Shaun doesn't get killed. And that Becca is not fangirling too much. And that Desmond is still sane. So much work to do!
Where: House no 5, fourth floor, living room
When: Mid-morning
Warnings: None for now, will be updated if needed (but highly unlikely.) Also starts in third, but we can switch if you guys prefer.
Lucy was sitting on the couch, the notebook she had brought back from her exploration of the city resting on her lap. There was few notes scribbled on it, she was tapping her pen against the half filled page, her lips pulled in an annoyed line, her mind obviously elsewhere.
No one was happy to be kidnapped from their home, that was certain and the blond Assassin was no different then the other prisoners of this place in that regard. And there was so few hints and clues to go with to help figure out what this world was. She had listened to all of the network's messages, but wasn't really interested in helping to storm the castle. No one in their right set of mind would run head down to demand answers without trying to do some good info gathering first. It was Assassin's Training 101 right there.
But this Promenade place was not only what was on the young woman's mind. She'd seen the mirror in her room, seen how time still seemed to be frozen in her world while others seemed to let on that theirs were still going on. That in itself was a puzzle. But the most frustrating thing was to be stuck here with no way to make sure Abstergo wasn't launching their satellite, without being able to know where the Temples were.
Leaning back, Lucy exhaled, closing her eyes as she massaged her temples. At least all of her team was here. They were all safe as well. That was something positive to focus on, no?