[Voice] Backdated 5:05 pm

[madeinoblivion]

Woah, woah... [And there might be some other shocked sputters over the communicator, a voice snapping on over the NV]

Hang on, is everybody listening? What just happened over at the Towers? I heard people saying something started a fire or...it blew up inside? And from up here on the third floor I can't see all the way over there 'cross the sector

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[tinderfoot]

It's on fire?!

[It's a sore spot for Mars Adepts -- they can create as many fires as they want, but they can never put them out properly. But maybe he can help in other ways. He's almost fireproof.]

I'm going to go over there.

[madeinoblivion]

That's what it looks like! Did you see that letter from the news this morning?

[tinderfoot]

[Tyrell disappears from the view, there's the thump of feet, the sound of shifting cloth.]

Nah, I didn't. Why, did it say something?

[madeinoblivion]

Someone was planning something... [there's the quick lash of wind, and he's gasping into his communicator over the work of his lungs in motion]

For the newcomers!

[tinderfoot]

[A gloved hand wraps around the NV feed; now Tyrell is running.]

So, it's all part of some nefarious plot?!

[madeinoblivion]

I think so! They made threats in the news!

[tinderfoot]

Fiends! They'll pay for this!