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The spellbooks from Tara's shelves -- and more than a few that she'd borrowed from the shop -- were scattered around her bed, the result of what felt like weeks trying to get something useful out of them. She'd heard the announcement about auditors, which sent her back to the beginning for any reference.

Conclusion: Nothing, though there was a kind of "accounting demon" that Tara would really prefer not to have balance her checkbook.

She sighed and flopped back on the floor, then flicked a cat toy toward Mr. Moxy, mildly pleased she could at least make him happy.

It was that kind of exciting Friday night.

[OOC: Door open, post open!]

Date: 2011-12-03 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Susan didn't like having something to do right now, so she took to things like wandering the halls. And apparently, glancing into rooms of people she only knew from a class.

"Not finding anything?" If she saw books lying out everywhere, she would just take a wild flying leap and assume they were focusing on research.

Date: 2011-12-03 02:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"My forms of research haven't given me much more information," said Susan carefully. "Though I'm not sure whether anything would actually be in books, either."

Date: 2011-12-03 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Er. I asked about them," she admitted. "What kind of magic?"

Date: 2011-12-03 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Are you good at it?" She found that more important than natural ability.

Date: 2011-12-03 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Are you looking for something specific, or trying random things?" Susan had no idea whether magic would work or not, but she understood how powerful witches and wizards were supposed to be. Maybe in this situation, they had something she didn't.

Not that she would admit that out loud. Ever.

Date: 2011-12-03 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Wizards summoned me once," she said with a shrug. "They were looking for someone else. If you can read about hellgods, would there be any information about those who are in charge of reality itself?"

Date: 2011-12-03 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Of course not, that would be easy," Susan sighed.


Date: 2011-12-03 09:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Well, we're not looking for gods." She paused. "I think. Gods tend to take credit for this sort of thing, so let's say no. More like... bureaucrats."

Date: 2011-12-04 12:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"That's what they are," she said matter-of-factly. "The Auditors of Reality? They make sure that all the little things that make the universe work do indeed work."

Date: 2011-12-04 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"They're doing it because life is 'messy.'"

If a person could pronounce air quotes, it was just done right there.

"So they're getting rid of it. Completely logical, and completely stupid at the same time."

Date: 2011-12-03 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Lucrezia's letters from Cesare had become increasingly odd. Requests to send her love to la bella Farnese were met with a polite inquiry: with which fair lady she was implying him to be consorting? Nonsense. Giulia Farnese was their father's mistress, and had replaced their mother by their father's side at most Papal events. Cesare could not misunderstand her meaning.

As worrisome as the letters were, it was far worse when they ceased. Her dove, St. Cecilia, did not return. Had she been devoured by the aching void? Had all of Rome? Papa, Mama, Cesare?

She could not stand this torment any longer. The doors were closing, and she needed to make a choice.

"I beg your pardon," she said, standing in the doorway of the other girl's room, looking lost. "I believe I may be in need of assistance?"

Presumptuous to ask a stranger, but she was low on alternatives.

Date: 2011-12-03 04:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Lucrezia flushed. "No," she said. "But I fear the malady to be a common one. I have heard nothing from Cesare in days, and it is said that the gateways are to be closing. How does one request a portal?"

Date: 2011-12-04 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I must," Lucrezia said, closing her eyes. "Cesare may be ... gone already. I need to be with them. If the Apocalypse has come, I should be in their arms when it happens."

She could hardly force her voice to say the rest. "I will die more surely if I stay, here, while all whom I have ever loved are destroyed, than if I am with them for the end."

Date: 2011-12-04 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I will owe you a debt I can never repay," Lucrezia said, swallowing past a lump in her throat. "Unless you should like a favor from a Pope who m-may no longer exist."

Papa, gone. Who would sit on his throne if he had been taken? She could not bear the thought of it.

"I take full responsibility," she said, steeling herself to sound as though she knew her own mind. She was a Borgia, after all. "I know that that this is a decision I am unlikely to be able to reverse. But should the end come here or there, I choose there."

Date: 2011-12-04 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"The Holy See," Lucrezia said, quickly, "Rome. 1494. Is it very hard, setting up a portal? I've money to pay for it, if they accept ducats."

And if the price was not astronomical. She had never tried to order buy a portal before. Surely a portal couldn't cost as much as a dowry?


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