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[thekingsgambit]

[It is midday in Camp Fuck You Die, the time when one fail prince is usually delving into texts at the library or making his usual inspections of camp. But instead, the afternoon finds him at his desk, laptop relocated to the far corner, replaced by a manual of some kind and an ornate necklace. A necklace, which has seen better days, as one of the

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[ascendthethorns]

[Offers a short, announcing knock before pushing the door open its remainder to stand in its frame. Her eyes are quick to fix on Lelouch and his project; the distance between desk and door is enough that she cannot discern the details.]

Am I interrupting? I only require a moment. You still have the January reports on the mutant squirrel insurgency of sector twelve, correct? I should like to review them.

[thekingsgambit]

[His reply is half-interrupted by a low hiss, as Luca rights herself on the bed. Lelouch carefully pushes both the necklace and the manual to the side, reaching for his laptop.]

I updated them within the last week, after hearing that about 15 members of the original group had dispersed to other areas. Another copy will have to be printed with the additional data.

[ascendthethorns]

[Eyes now set beneath a furrowed brow shoot to Luca and snap back to Lelouch.]

You are quick. Then the update is complete..?

[thekingsgambit]

It includes the accounts of both --