The Intolerable Clock: A Non-Canon Hexarchate RPG

“A good plan,” meets Hana’s words about sitting, for under the circumstances, she looks as though she may come to it regardless of choice. Better to be proactive. Xiulan indicates a nearby seat without needing to scan for it: she had tucked the room’s details into memory earlier, though admittedly not for this sort of reason. “How about there. I’ll be right back.”

Ducking into the kitchen on the notion it’s the closest spot a medical locker might be found, this proves to be the case. After rustling up a packet of pills, she heads back out into the ballroom while idly considering questions about variable layout. It can’t be more than idle right now; there’s simply too much to chew on otherwise and mental teeth need to stay at other fare right now.

“Try this,” she says to Hana, extending the packet and considering how likely it is Ione needs to be fetched next. Then, she waits to see if Hana is inclined to continue the topic about Jedao or veer far from it.

[On an international trip for work this week. I don’t think it will slow me down, but FYI just in case it does.]