The Lady Morgana has left Adstringendum.

[It is in Tom's own voice -- Morgana leaving abruptly brought him back into his own body. Which he intends to stay in, until the end of the event. Thank you very much.

And, with a burst of static, the feed ends.]

( [Filtered to Raphael // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Morgana // Private // Unhackable] )

[Tom is outside, in his long black coat, staring down intently at a gravestone. He has been there for close to three hours, his green scarf fluttering in the wind as he tilts his head, to read the name once more. No matter how many times he reads it, it does not change --

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[Tom is standing at a counter, his hands in his pockets, the very picture of relaxed and composed. He looks a lot healthier than he did upon arrival, though he is still pale and looks as if he hasn't slept very much since he landed in Adstringendum. He is watching a tea cup, which is steaming and fresh. His eyes narrow slightly at it, pursing his ( Read more... )

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