MaeveOwens: MV: ::glares at Harry::

yarnkittymon: HR:  Well, *I* didn't get us thrown out of a tavern.

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she smirks:: Well at least we got to sleep in a better one.

yarnkittymon: HR:  Yeah, not complaining about *that*...just can't hope to be that lucky twice.

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she just shakes her head::

MaeveOwens: SV: ::silently leads the way towards the council::

Quantum Catz: EK: ::quietly follows behind::

yarnkittymon: :  ::they're suddenly confronted by a group of a half-dozen people, some of whom are holding pamphlets; they try to herd the group towards a corner where a comely young woman is standing on a soapbox, shouting things about the proletariat and the like::

Quantum Catz: EK: ::snarls at some of the crowd, not happy to be pushed about::

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she is rather tempted to burn them all and is resisting any pushing.::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::wryly::  Sorry, lady; I figure I'm one of the bourgeoisie.  Thanks though.
yarnkittymon: :  ::the lady grimaces, and then suddenly, recognition enters her expression, and she instinctively steps back::  What are you *doing* here?

Quantum Catz: ((who does she recognise? harry? or the others too?))

yarnkittymon: ((Wouldn't recognize Eli, but probably the rest))

MaeveOwens: ((I'm lost. lol))

MaeveOwens: MV: ::like Stephanie's, her gaze immediately shifts to the woman::

yarnkittymon: ((She's an anarchist/Communist-type))

MaeveOwens: ((is she the one that was blown up?))

MaeveOwens: ((or do they not recognize her?))

yarnkittymon: ((I don't think they'd recognize her))

Quantum Catz: EK: ::frowns:: Who's she?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::shakes his head helplessly::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the woman suddenly whistles, and in just a moment's time, the group is surrounded::

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she had opened her mouth to demand who the woman was but now she isn't so sure she needs to know. She pales a bit; quietly:: My guess is she's someone we didn't want to run into.

Quantum Catz: EK: Some great luck we've got

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she frowns at the woman:: So? Who are you? And what do you want?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the woman tosses her head, muttering::  The papers!

MaeveOwens: MV: ::smirks:: And why should we just hand them over to you?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the woman grimaces, and one of the others in her party draws a knife::

Quantum Catz: EK: ::takes a step towards the person with the knife::

MaeveOwens: SV: Why do these papers matter so much to you?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man pulls back, and then stabs at Eli, though the woman calls::  Don't!

Quantum Catz: EK: ::jumps back, not expecting the man to attack so quickly; the knife cuts him a bit, though not deeply, and he changes into a large dog, snarling::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man's eyes widen, though he manages to keep a hold of his knife::

yarnkittymon: HR:  You want the queen out of power, right?  What do you think we're going to do with the letters?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the Reds don't let up::

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she tensed at the scene but her cold gaze sweeps back towards the woman, waiting for her to answer::

MaeveOwens: MV: ::scowling, she produces a fireball:: Start talking or I start throwing.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the woman scowls::  Either way, you'll get us thrown in prison.

Quantum Catz: EK: ::backs away from the man, not wanting to hurt him like the guard unless he has to::

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she rolls her eyes and the fireball disappears. She misses the days when threatening people actually worked:: So if you're looking to avoid that then why are you threatening us in daylight in the middle of a populated town? Why are these papers so important to you?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the woman shakes her head mutely, stepping back a step; there's already quite a scene around them::

MaeveOwens: MV: ::stubbornly, she crosses her arms::

MaeveOwens: SV: ::doesn't look like she's going to give in either::

Quantum Catz: EK: ::is still snarling at the man with the knife::

Quantum Catz: ((hmm, did we ever cover whether changing forms healed injuries? i remember he had trouble changing back when he had broken bones but i don't remember anything about cuts))

yarnkittymon: ((I don't think it did, but it might have once; I really don't remember either way ^^; ))

yarnkittymon: :  ::the Reds suddenly glance at each other, and then push their way through the crowd, trying to escape::

MaeveOwens: SV: ::surprised, she glances at Harry:: Do we stop them or run while we can?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::grabs Maeve's arm::  I say run!

Quantum Catz: EK: ::starts to move forward as a dog but yelps, and then returns to human form, pressing a hand to his upper arm::

Quantum Catz: ((i found the thing where he annoys maeve as a bird, when he changed his arm was still hurt so i'm guessing it doesn't heal))

yarnkittymon: ((Yeah, I don't remember if he healed once, but I guess we'll go with that :) ))

MaeveOwens: MV: ::looks startled to find Harry holding her arm, she smirks up at him:: I won't chase after them you need not worry...

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she turns to Eli, worriedly:: Are you all right?

Quantum Catz: ((the only other thing i can remember is the shu'huh one where he got stuck between forms))

Quantum Catz: EK: Yeah, i'll be fine, it's not too deep

MaeveOwens: SV: ::smiles weakly:: Good, let's go. ::she hurries towards the council:: I wonder what made them run?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::takes off his pack to get a bandage for Eli; smirks::  Maybe they liked your reasoning.
Quantum Catz: EK: ::accepts the bandage for his arm:: Thanks

yarnkittymon: :  ::they make it to the council without any more difficulty, though a lot of people stare at them, and a few shy back::

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she pauses, looking worried:: Something isn't right.

Quantum Catz: EK: ::Wryly:: Why do i get the feeling i'm being watched?

MaeveOwens: MV: ::smirks:: Probably because you are.

MaeveOwens: SV: Not only that but shouldn't those people be on our side? Shouldn't they *want* this information to be handed over?

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::shrugs::  Maybe it's not what it seems.  Maybe they think we know something else...

Quantum Catz: EK: How do all these people even know we know what we do? News seems to have spread awfully quickly

yarnkittymon: HR:  Maybe they remembered when we did.

MaeveOwens: SV: Either way, perhaps the council will know. ::she shrugs and enters the building::

yarnkittymon: :  ::there's several guards right in the front entryway, and one steps forward, asking:: Can I help you?

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she steps forward:: I'm here to speak to the council.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard smirks::  You have an appointment?

MaeveOwens: SV: No, but I have some information they might like to see.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard nods, holding out his hand::  I'll see that they get it.

yarnkittymon: ((Aside from the adventure that's stranded on my old computer, we should be good to go at http://www.juliestudio.com/freakshow/archive/ ))

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she shakes her head:: I wish to speak to with them. There's been some other incidents that I wish to go over with them. Concerning the Queen.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard motions to a counter not far away::  They can help you with the forms, miss.

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she nods and approaches the counter::

MaeveOwens: MV: ::eyes the guard and the rest of her surrounding before she follows Stephanie::

Quantum Catz: EK: ::stays near the doorway, looking rather suspicious after the last guard they saw attacked them::

yarnkittymon: :  ::a rather stern-looking man hands them a form about ten pages long::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the room is fairly small, with three guards and the man behind the counter, and very little ornamentation otherwise--not grand at all::

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she sighs, and puts the forms down:: We don't have time for this. Surely they can squeeze us? We're early enough and I dont want to put the information we have down on paper.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man looks up at Stephanie dryly::  Those are the rules.

MaeveOwens: SV: Well bend them. Or I'm walking through those doors anyway. I won't have this information falling into anyone elses hands! ::she strides towards the room she knows the council usually holds their meetings::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man at the counter just stares, but two of the guards stand in the way::  What is so important that you'd like to be arrested over it?

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she raises her chin::  I'll answer that question to the council and to no one else.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the nearest guard smirks::  All right; I'll bite.  I'll show you in...but you'll be telling me, too, you know.

Quantum Catz: EK: ::watches the guard, not completely trusting him::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard takes them into a larger room with two long tables; there's no one else inside right now::  They don't meet until ten.

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she turns to face him:: You could see if they're willing to start a little early?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard shakes his head::  Not without a good reason.

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she shakes her head, and remains silent::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard shrugs::  Then I reckon you can wait a couple hours.  ::stands straight in one of the corners, facing the interior door::

Quantum Catz: EK: ::rolls his eyes, looking annoyed::

MaeveOwens: SV: ::exasperated she turns to Harry::

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she glares at the guard:: Where are they? *I'll* go get them. ::marches towards the door intending to go looking. She was not waiting that long::

yarnkittymon: HR:  Maeve!

yarnkittymon: : ::the guard walks to catch Maeve, but the door isn't locked, so she might be able to sneak through before he reaches her::

Quantum Catz: EK: ::reaches for maeve to stop her:: Can't you stay out of trouble for five seconds?

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she glares at Eli and tries to pull away from him:: Do you want to wait a few hours? Because I don't.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard takes advantage of the confusion to stand in front of the other doorway, shaking his head::  We'll have some water brought to you if you're thirsty.  ::smirks::

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she crosses her arms and scowls at the guard:: What to do you know? The guards are as about as useless here as they are in Marquis!

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::grumbles::  Hey!

MaeveOwens: MV: ::turns back to look at Harry, chuckling:: Sorry, you of course are excluded from that.

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she turns back to look at the guard:: Would you please just tell the council that we have information regarding the Queen? And it likely ties into the group who made an attempt on her life a while back?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard's eyes widen::  Well, why didn't you *say* so?

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she glares at him:: Because I want to speak with the council. Not you.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard grimaces at Stephanie, then opens the door, still facing them::  I'll be right back.

MaeveOwens: SV: ::smiles:: We'll be waiting.

yarnkittymon: :  ::it's about ten minutes later when the Council--six men and a woman--file in to the room; they're all dressed in very modern business clothing::

MaeveOwens: SV: ::unfazed by their clothing, she motions to Harry to hand over the information:: We have some evidence that I'd like to bring to your attention. ::she glances around to see if the guard is still in the room::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the guard comes in after the council members::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the oldest man among the group steps forward to Stephanie::  What is this about our Queen?

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she looks toward the guard then back at them:: If you don't mind I'd like to discuss this with just the council. I wouldn't want to fall into the wrong hands.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the woman in the Council shakes her head, grimacing::  He won't speak.

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she hesitates:: I'd rather be safe than sorry.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the woman smirks up at Stephanie::  As would I.

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she hesitates again but lays the papers out before the woman:: The Reds are interested in these papers as well. Tried to stop us from handing them over and since they want the queen dead it seemed odd to me but maybe you know more than us?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the woman reaches out for the papers, but the oldest man takes them first, skimming the open one on top, then shaking his head::  This isn't our Queen's handwriting.  I believe it's her daughter's.

MaeveOwens: SV: ::looking confused:: Her daughters?

AIM: maeveowens has left mustkillfreakingants

AIM: maeveowens has joined mustkillfreakingants

MaeveOwens: SV: ::looking confused:: Her daughter's?

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man nods::  I believe so...although Her Majesty wouldn't send messages of this type in her own hand; they'd be from her messenger....

MaeveOwens: SV: And I know it's not her messenger's hand writing. They were found in the Queen's chambers. Along with an old man she was keeping imprisoned there.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man cringes::  An old man?  Who was it?

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she shakes her head, trying to remember:: I don't think we ever figured that out. ::she looks over at Harry::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::shrugs helplessly::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man slowly says::  If Her Majesty has a prisoner kept hidden away, we should investigate.

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she nods:: I'm a little concerned though. The Reds might know something more about this.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man frowns, shaking his head::  We have half of them behind bars; we can hardly afford to take any more.

yarnkittymon: :  ::one of the other men suddenly looks at Eli::  You're wounded...were you caught up in that fight outside half an hour ago?

MaeveOwens: SV: You could at least bring them in for questioning, though I suppose it might be difficult to make them talk. I just know they're holding more pieces to this puzzle.

Quantum Catz: EK: ::glances at his arm and then looks at the man:: It's just a cut

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man quietly says::  I'll take that into consideration.  I'm sorry; you didn't introduce yourselves...?

yarnkittymon: ((up there, man="older man"))

yarnkittymon: :  ::the other man still frowns at Eli, not looking satisfied::

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she doesn't even flinch, not at all surprised they wouldn't recognize her:: No, we didn't. ::she smiles, like she's not planning to do so.::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man frowns::

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::holds out his hand::  Harry Chalmers, from the Marquis guard.  Sorry; the lady wanted to do all the talking...funny that she gets tongue-tied *now*.  ::smirks::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the older man laughs at that::

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she shrugs:: I'd rather remain anonymous.

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she smirks, thinking she agrees::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the oldest man looks at Eli::  And you?

Quantum Catz: EK: My name's Eli ::shrugs and smirks slightly:: I'm just here cos i'm horribly over-protective of my sister-in-law

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::smiles::  So we've established, the others are shy, and if we're lying, it's all on my head.  Right?

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she rolls her eyes at Eli; clearly annoyed::

yarnkittymon: :  ::the oldest man frowns, shaking his head::  Don't think we can't track the rest of you.  I think the first thing I'll do is talk to Her Majesty, though.
MaeveOwens: SV: ::she nods, though she looks reluctant to just hand it over to them:: All right.

yarnkittymon: :  Did you have anything else to tell us?

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she hesitates and looks over to Harry. She can't remember much else::

yarnkittymon: HR:  It *was* some Reds, or anarchists, who tried to kill Her Majesty on her way to Marquis.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the man nods::  And they've been dealt with.

MaeveOwens: MV: And you do know that they wanted to keep you from getting this information? Which is quite contradictory since they wanted the woman dead. Any idea about why? Since you seem to have a bunch of them locked up...

yarnkittymon: :  ::a Council member who looks rather quiet softly says::  They must have something to do with the letters, and not want to be exposed.

MaeveOwens: MV: ::she nods, accepting the answer::
yarnkittymon: :  ::the oldest man gently says::  We'll take care of it now.

yarnkittymon: HR:  ::quietly::  What about the laws that have passed?  I assume Her Majesty sent more letters...that it was still her doing that it's a crime to have a risky power.

yarnkittymon: :  ::the older man shakes his head::  It will be discussed.

MaeveOwens: SV: ::she has no other choice but to nod her head:: Thank you for your time. ::she smiles weakly and heads of the door::