⇨ The Tourist Trap: PROLOGUE

[ringleaders]

Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: Any time before the start of the event.
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: Once you've submitted your AU summary, you can use this post to do some CLOSED THREADING to play out some character interactions that happened before the event start. This means that memory regains will not be in play yet. Open top levels are not allowed - these threads are intended to sort out closed interactions between planned backstory connections, during the week leading up to the actual event start.
Warnings: Could be anything.

PORTLAND, AS YOU KNEW IT↴ The shift went unseen and unfelt. One moment you were one person, and the next, another. This before all that, though, in the new life that you remember living here in Portland. No memories of your true self have arisen yet, and at the time this was the only life you knew. Did these events truly happen at all? Or do they only exist in memory?

Comments

[amusicaladventure]

Unpleasant. Angels had no room in their great flaming books of rules for subtlety, Ashleigh mused, and Helen here was clearly no exception. That always spelled trouble down the line, when those pesky shades of grey showed up. And considering how often mages were in the shadows...

Well, she'd hoped they could be very careful about this, but instead it was damn-the-torpedoes, full-speed-ahead, huh? Well, she could work with this. And she definitely felt better when she heard Helen's listed assets as a 'techno mage and an energy shield'. Nobody knew technology in magic like she did.

"If noninterference and a presumption of good will all around is all you want, then we'll be happy to give it to you," she said evenly, not so much as twitching a finger. Phrase it like that and everything should flow nicely from it... "You're absolutely right that your offer is of inestimable value to us."

[promnibusanctis]

"Good. I'm glad we're in agreement, Ms. Mischief," Helen said, raising her eyebrows. "You really should find a different coffee shop, though. Something a little more Old World. I can highly recommend Alla Venezia Trionfante, ah, no wait." She held up a finger. "It changed names, Caffè Florian, that's right I'd forgotten. It's located in Procuratie Nuove of Piazza San Marco. That's in Venice, Ms. Mischief. I suggest you take a trip, I'm sure it would broaden your mind. Do have a nice day."

She offered a crisp smile and turned towards the exit, neatly tossing her paper cup in the trash as she left. Father preserve her. Why on Earth these mages seemed to be so sanctimonious was beyond her. As an angel, Helen had access to magic that a mage could only dream of wielding. The disrespect was absolutely astounding. The deal should have been sealed from the instant she'd given access to her library.

Helen pinched the bridge of her nose.

What a headache.