IC Contact (Mask or Menace)

[journalkeeper]

Griffin: She’s interrupted by a voice that is coming from a stone pendant that she’s wearing around her neck. This stone starts to glow and uh, you hear a very muffled, static-y distant voice come through her necklace that says, uh,

Pendant: Lucretia!

Travis: It’s me, your necklace!

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Comments

[wingsit]

Like somebody let animals loose.

[ except it was definitely just people, but that about describes the senselessness of the invasion: it's totally random upheaval, stuff everywhere, place a mess. belatedly, she sends a few pictures of the front room area, furniture all out of place, books and possessions everywhere ]

[journalkeeper]

Thank you for letting me know. If there is anything you need me to bring home please say so.

[wingsit]

Thank you. I think for now just yourself will be good

[action]

[journalkeeper]

[ Lucretia arrives home as fast as she can -- which isn't as fast as she'd like but some worlds just don't have cannon-based transport.

The first thing she does is put a hand on the bell by the door and stop its incessant ringing. ]

It's quite obvious there were intruders, thank you.

[action]

[wingsit]

[ it's an absolute state in the house - like about 7 bulls have gone on a semi-polite rampage. Nill catches onto her arrival from the lessening of the alarm more than the sound of her voice, and slips out from the kitchen where she's been doing her best to clear the worst of the mess from the floor

they're going to be needing more crockery.

she looks distinctly worn down: there's not much of an attempt made to put any emotion back onto her face, all her effort currently going into stopping it from leaking out via her power. still, she manages a slight downturn of her mouth, the frown an apology for Lucretia having to walk into a place that looks like - well. this. ]