One second Lorica is being swallowed by the sewer cape, the lion mouth opening far too wide, and the next she's being vomited out. A flood of stomach acid and chunky flesh is expelled with her, as well as what might be naked bodies.
And apparently there will be a board game night once again, now that the city is stable.
Oh yeah. Should be fine to have everyone? My building has a nice indoor common space on the roof I can sign out for the evening.
In pile Loricae, two brown ones and three white ones. They're all wearing Tinker swag these days.
"Law enforcement reports - they're not going to charge him with most of this. Though I do hope they charge him for the -" she shuffles papers, "- 358 counts of operating heavy machinery on the Lord's day."
"That's still on the books? - did he actually quarter agents in people's houses -"
"By the look of it he put PRT officers in Taylor's house and the house of a few Wards who he thought needed protection?"
"Huh. I think it only counts as quartering if they like, reside there, instead of having shifts or something, but that's pretty fucky."
"I'm pretty sure it was Dragon? She files reports like these all the time - though never in quite this large a quantity as far as I know."
"Oh, I've been meaning to mention that I'm pretty sure she's mastered into obeying the law or some nonsense like that. She followed Tagg's orders and than dropped this on him at the first opportunity."
"Oh good. Come for the house rules Risk, stay for the pro bono Thinking. O Tattletale, wise and beneficent Tattletale, what the fuck is my power. And hers."