[TCC] For Your Spies Only - Closed | Quests & Challenges

Day 4

Now that the hard part of getting in was over, it was Fulminis' time to shine. Not daring to linger at the entrance any longer, she slowly started making her way around the dome. Dragons of all shapes and sizes worked in silence. A few glanced curiously her way, but most of them ignored her. This is good. There would be time for flashiness, but this was not one of those times. The less dragons that paid attention, the better. There was not much she could gather in the first part of the dome, it was time to move on. Recalling the map she studied a million times before she came here, Fulminis started making her way towards the center of the structure.

As dragons here were unusually quiet, there was not much she could overhear so far. She studied the layout of the Dome as best she could, making sure to remember every little detail. But this was not going to be enough, and she knew it. A door appeared in front of her. There were no guards stationed here, but she could see identifications were required to open it. Unfortunately, as the team relied on her getting in on her looks alone, she had no forged identification. However, that was not enough to stop her. She has opened such doors before, surely she can manage to so one more time.

Standing in front of the door, she started sending little sparks towards it. Please please let it work. There was no telling what would happen if she were to fail right now. And she was not going to let herself fail, she has come too far. The door did not respond at first, but then after what seemed like forever, a faint click sounded and she was in. Composing herself quickly, Fulminis continued towards the center of Sanctum.

There were far less dragons here compared to the first part she went through, but these dragons seemed even more focused on their work. No one spared her a glance. Which shouldn't be surprising. The doors did have identification specific entrance, no one would suspect her now that she was past those. Making sure to appear as she belonged, she started walking down the long hallway. Almost every room had windows looking out into the hall, and Fulminis took note of as much information as she could. After some time, the end of the hallway appeared in front of her and faint voices could be heard from inside. Jackpot!

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Day 4

Now that the hard part of getting in was over, it was Fulminis' time to shine. Not daring to linger at the entrance any longer, she slowly started making her way around the dome. Dragons of all shapes and sizes worked in silence. A few glanced curiously her way, but most of them ignored her. This is good. There would be time for flashiness, but this was not one of those times. The less dragons that paid attention, the better. There was not much she could gather in the first part of the dome, it was time to move on. Recalling the map she studied a million times before she came here, Fulminis started making her way towards the center of the structure.

As dragons here were unusually quiet, there was not much she could overhear so far. She studied the layout of the Dome as best she could, making sure to remember every little detail. But this was not going to be enough, and she knew it. A door appeared in front of her. There were no guards stationed here, but she could see identifications were required to open it. Unfortunately, as the team relied on her getting in on her looks alone, she had no forged identification. However, that was not enough to stop her. She has opened such doors before, surely she can manage to so one more time.

Standing in front of the door, she started sending little sparks towards it. Please please let it work. There was no telling what would happen if she were to fail right now. And she was not going to let herself fail, she has come too far. The door did not respond at first, but then after what seemed like forever, a faint click sounded and she was in. Composing herself quickly, Fulminis continued towards the center of Sanctum.

There were far less dragons here compared to the first part she went through, but these dragons seemed even more focused on their work. No one spared her a glance. Which shouldn't be surprising. The doors did have identification specific entrance, no one would suspect her now that she was past those. Making sure to appear as she belonged, she started walking down the long hallway. Almost every room had windows looking out into the hall, and Fulminis took note of as much information as she could. After some time, the end of the hallway appeared in front of her and faint voices could be heard from inside. Jackpot!

@SkyDagger

In Search of a Certain Snapper

Amsel folded the ridgeback mask carefully and placed it in his lab coat pocket. A fake ID would have been much cheaper, but recently, Stormcatch Sanctum had changed all of its security to retina scanners. The agent had had no choice but to paw up the money for the custom-made mask. It wasn’t the most elegant, but the magical seals had done their job, allowing him access to the Sanctum. Alright, Geri, he thought to himself. What was it you wanted me to see? The nocturne felt a sudden tightness in his chest when he thought of the snapper, who had gone missing a few days prior. While searching her apartment, Amsel found Geri’s message, encrypted in a way only he could decode. Stormcatch Sanctum, it read, with no further clues as to what was going on. The nocturne had broken into the reactor as soon as possible, hoping that Geri was here somewhere and alive. The only question was where in the building she could be. He would just have to gather that information himself.

He had picked a great day to infiltrate the Sanctum. Many of the workers were crowded around a cart with cold beverages, chattering amongst themselves. Amsel grabbed a cup of cactus tea, his attention flitting between the conversations, hoping to catch an earful of something important. Soon, he had his lead, moving closer to a group of three workers to catch more of the conversation. “There was another delivery to Sector 16c this morning,” a wildclaw with an unruly mane was saying. “That’s the third one this week!” Exclaimed the fae beside her, his frills flaring out as he spoke. “What in the name of the Stormcatcher are they doing in there?” The skydancer gave a dismissive shrug. “They’re probably remodeling the place. Tempest knows Craklinn loves that sort of stuff. She’s always installing the latest gadgets on our reading machines.”

The nocturne finished his tea and walked off, picking up his pace as soon as he rounded the corner away from the workers. "16c, 16c," he whispered to himself. The reactor was truly like a maze, but after enough zig-zagging through hallways, Amsel found the place. Unfortunately, there were already three workers there. As the agent watched, the spiral slipped something out of their coat pocket and stuck it to the door scanner. The small device discharged a small burst of electricity, causing the scanner to bug out. The door unlocked for a brief moment, and the ridgeback took the opportunity to fling open the door. Amsel watched the spiral slip the device back into their pocket and enter, followed by the ridgeback. Just before the snapper could slip inside, the nocturne rushed forward. “Hold on, lads!” He said, smiling amicably at the snapper. “Can you hold the door for me, please?” The snapper complied, and the agent slipped inside, amazed at his good luck at having encountered what could only be three other espionage agents—that is, until he felt something smack the back of his head and darkness clouded his vision . . .

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@SkyDagger

In Search of a Certain Snapper

Amsel folded the ridgeback mask carefully and placed it in his lab coat pocket. A fake ID would have been much cheaper, but recently, Stormcatch Sanctum had changed all of its security to retina scanners. The agent had had no choice but to paw up the money for the custom-made mask. It wasn’t the most elegant, but the magical seals had done their job, allowing him access to the Sanctum. Alright, Geri, he thought to himself. What was it you wanted me to see? The nocturne felt a sudden tightness in his chest when he thought of the snapper, who had gone missing a few days prior. While searching her apartment, Amsel found Geri’s message, encrypted in a way only he could decode. Stormcatch Sanctum, it read, with no further clues as to what was going on. The nocturne had broken into the reactor as soon as possible, hoping that Geri was here somewhere and alive. The only question was where in the building she could be. He would just have to gather that information himself.

He had picked a great day to infiltrate the Sanctum. Many of the workers were crowded around a cart with cold beverages, chattering amongst themselves. Amsel grabbed a cup of cactus tea, his attention flitting between the conversations, hoping to catch an earful of something important. Soon, he had his lead, moving closer to a group of three workers to catch more of the conversation. “There was another delivery to Sector 16c this morning,” a wildclaw with an unruly mane was saying. “That’s the third one this week!” Exclaimed the fae beside her, his frills flaring out as he spoke. “What in the name of the Stormcatcher are they doing in there?” The skydancer gave a dismissive shrug. “They’re probably remodeling the place. Tempest knows Craklinn loves that sort of stuff. She’s always installing the latest gadgets on our reading machines.”

The nocturne finished his tea and walked off, picking up his pace as soon as he rounded the corner away from the workers. "16c, 16c," he whispered to himself. The reactor was truly like a maze, but after enough zig-zagging through hallways, Amsel found the place. Unfortunately, there were already three workers there. As the agent watched, the spiral slipped something out of their coat pocket and stuck it to the door scanner. The small device discharged a small burst of electricity, causing the scanner to bug out. The door unlocked for a brief moment, and the ridgeback took the opportunity to fling open the door. Amsel watched the spiral slip the device back into their pocket and enter, followed by the ridgeback. Just before the snapper could slip inside, the nocturne rushed forward. “Hold on, lads!” He said, smiling amicably at the snapper. “Can you hold the door for me, please?” The snapper complied, and the agent slipped inside, amazed at his good luck at having encountered what could only be three other espionage agents—that is, until he felt something smack the back of his head and darkness clouded his vision . . .

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The bustling corridors of the Sanctum are crowded, large dragons lumbering from place to place, with books clutched under their arms and boxes between their wings. It appears the place is the busiest it has ever been- Nix doesn’t have much problem navigating between the scientists due to his side, but he can imagine that he’d be at risk of trampling if he tried to walk underfoot. Commands are being bellowed from the speakers that line the walls, the harsh voices of higher-ups mixed between propaganda statements from the Stormcatcher himself. Nix surveys the area, trying to find someone that looks like they know what they’re doing, someone who might be able to lead him to the intel he needs…

He’d never really been in this kind of situation before- usually, his missions consisted of him meeting a mark, and managing to squeeze information out of them- or following them around the Expanse in order to collect information through surveillance. This kind of espionage work seemed best suited for a more senior spy, but Nix’s unique relationship to the Shifting Expanse must have bumped him up on the priority list. It’s still a lot of pressure to handle- if he gets caught now, he’s going to end up… well, he doesn’t exactly know where he’ll end up. It can’t be good, anyway. He’s not sure he wants to stick around and find out.

Then, Nix gets his chance. A stocky Bogsneak, dressed in a stiff white lab coat, passes him by. He’s wearing an insignia that marks him as a senior member of staff, with a metal trolley pushed ahead of him. Nix doesn’t think twice, immediately diving under the trolley, and clinging onto the underside. A large, white cloth conveniently hides him from the view, and as long as nobody saw him fly down here… he might be taken directly to the core of the Sanctum. He hazards a glance around him, spotting the cargo the Bogsneak was transporting, before he’d unknowingly picked up Nix as a passenger.

Tall, glowing vials surround Nix, crackling with electricity. A few of them bubble with unknown chemical agents, and others still are full of vibrating rocks. Nix gulps, unsure about how safe these compounds are… if he shifts even slightly, he could risk knocking them over, and then- well, he’d become a one-man science experiment. He tries to suppress his shiver, squeezing his eyes shut and hoping for the best. Hoping that he gets out of this mission alive.

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The bustling corridors of the Sanctum are crowded, large dragons lumbering from place to place, with books clutched under their arms and boxes between their wings. It appears the place is the busiest it has ever been- Nix doesn’t have much problem navigating between the scientists due to his side, but he can imagine that he’d be at risk of trampling if he tried to walk underfoot. Commands are being bellowed from the speakers that line the walls, the harsh voices of higher-ups mixed between propaganda statements from the Stormcatcher himself. Nix surveys the area, trying to find someone that looks like they know what they’re doing, someone who might be able to lead him to the intel he needs…

He’d never really been in this kind of situation before- usually, his missions consisted of him meeting a mark, and managing to squeeze information out of them- or following them around the Expanse in order to collect information through surveillance. This kind of espionage work seemed best suited for a more senior spy, but Nix’s unique relationship to the Shifting Expanse must have bumped him up on the priority list. It’s still a lot of pressure to handle- if he gets caught now, he’s going to end up… well, he doesn’t exactly know where he’ll end up. It can’t be good, anyway. He’s not sure he wants to stick around and find out.

Then, Nix gets his chance. A stocky Bogsneak, dressed in a stiff white lab coat, passes him by. He’s wearing an insignia that marks him as a senior member of staff, with a metal trolley pushed ahead of him. Nix doesn’t think twice, immediately diving under the trolley, and clinging onto the underside. A large, white cloth conveniently hides him from the view, and as long as nobody saw him fly down here… he might be taken directly to the core of the Sanctum. He hazards a glance around him, spotting the cargo the Bogsneak was transporting, before he’d unknowingly picked up Nix as a passenger.

Tall, glowing vials surround Nix, crackling with electricity. A few of them bubble with unknown chemical agents, and others still are full of vibrating rocks. Nix gulps, unsure about how safe these compounds are… if he shifts even slightly, he could risk knocking them over, and then- well, he’d become a one-man science experiment. He tries to suppress his shiver, squeezing his eyes shut and hoping for the best. Hoping that he gets out of this mission alive.

File 4: Frosting

Frosting is pretty freakin' sure he hears his security escorts snickering behind his back as they leave him to go back to their posts. What was so funny? Did he say something dumb to them? Well, he could play up dumb if it got him further into the Sanctum. "Dumb" was just about equal to "harmless". Anyway, the hardest part is over. He got in the building! He was so unsure about the silly paper mask working when he bought it. "Put this on and you'll be looking at a Ridgeback's talons," that's what the dragon who sold it to him had said. Seemed like an impossible enchantment, but sure enough when he wore it he looked down at cyan scales and massive thumb talons. He had made sure to study Ridgebacks for weeks to get their gait and more subtle mannerisms down pat. And it looked like everything was paying off!

The disguised Nocturne swaggers up to a dark Ridgie with stormy blue patterns across her wings. A Lichtenberg! he immediately thinks. She looks like the kind of dragon who'd be in charge around here. She's got several rolls of paper curled in her tail and a glowing tablet in her talons. Frosting clears his throat to get her attention. "Excuse me miss! Do you know where I might find the head engineer's office?" She looks up at him, eyes narrowing to a squint. "What."

Lichtenbergs are temperamental, remember that. Frosting dips his head. "Sorry to disturb your important work," what was meant to be disarming comes out as condescending, but he doesn't notice, "but I'm late for a job interview." The Ridgeback slowly lowers her tablet, never breaking eye contact with Frosting. "Is this some kind of joke?" she asks in a completely flat voice. "Oh no. I would never joke about something as important as this!" he says. "Okay." Before he can question why she sounds so exasperated, she reaches forward and rips the paper bag off his head. With impossible speed she pokes him with a claw, the controlled spark it releases instantly causing his body to seize up. Frosting's spine arches as all his muscles contract and his vision blurs. Oh, it only works for the dragon wearing it, is the passing thought he has before his mind succumbs to unconsciousness.

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File 4: Frosting

Frosting is pretty freakin' sure he hears his security escorts snickering behind his back as they leave him to go back to their posts. What was so funny? Did he say something dumb to them? Well, he could play up dumb if it got him further into the Sanctum. "Dumb" was just about equal to "harmless". Anyway, the hardest part is over. He got in the building! He was so unsure about the silly paper mask working when he bought it. "Put this on and you'll be looking at a Ridgeback's talons," that's what the dragon who sold it to him had said. Seemed like an impossible enchantment, but sure enough when he wore it he looked down at cyan scales and massive thumb talons. He had made sure to study Ridgebacks for weeks to get their gait and more subtle mannerisms down pat. And it looked like everything was paying off!

The disguised Nocturne swaggers up to a dark Ridgie with stormy blue patterns across her wings. A Lichtenberg! he immediately thinks. She looks like the kind of dragon who'd be in charge around here. She's got several rolls of paper curled in her tail and a glowing tablet in her talons. Frosting clears his throat to get her attention. "Excuse me miss! Do you know where I might find the head engineer's office?" She looks up at him, eyes narrowing to a squint. "What."

Lichtenbergs are temperamental, remember that. Frosting dips his head. "Sorry to disturb your important work," what was meant to be disarming comes out as condescending, but he doesn't notice, "but I'm late for a job interview." The Ridgeback slowly lowers her tablet, never breaking eye contact with Frosting. "Is this some kind of joke?" she asks in a completely flat voice. "Oh no. I would never joke about something as important as this!" he says. "Okay." Before he can question why she sounds so exasperated, she reaches forward and rips the paper bag off his head. With impossible speed she pokes him with a claw, the controlled spark it releases instantly causing his body to seize up. Frosting's spine arches as all his muscles contract and his vision blurs. Oh, it only works for the dragon wearing it, is the passing thought he has before his mind succumbs to unconsciousness.

believe me I'm a pro!

Oh my, this place is huge! It's like entering in the stomach of a massive copper forged beast except that inside the stomach there is a syntethic jungle of dangling black and blue cables that fold themselves around massive trunks of cold steel and turrets pumping energy from and to a pulsing, aching, flashing heart of artificial light.

I catiously walk, going nearer and nearer at the core of the building with every step, almost magnetized by its rhytm, so magnetized that my paw get stuck in a cackling machine "Stormcatcher glorious!" I cry out loud while two faes fly away from under my paw buzzing protests "sorry friends! I didn't see you two".

"of course you didn't spiky thing!" growls the pink one "you are so big you should work as a commuter"
"relax little one, I said I'm sorry"
"what is your work here?" asks the yellow fae
"i'm an engineer" I say hoping to not blow my cover
"Oh, marvellous! Then have a look to this machine here, the cogs are not rotating properly".

I give a good look to the pilon of moving cogs, apparently all this turning is needed to make a big beam move, but something is not working the intended way and now the beam hops like an hare with hiccup, squinting my eyes I study the pilon, basically sticking the point of my nose inside the machine untill I see two cogs not touching? Is that a real term that an engineer would use?
"oi mate, what's the problem?"
"so...uh...these two cogs are not friends? They are too different to be friends, you need a better friend, a similar one to work well together"
the two faes look each others then shrug "seems legit"

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believe me I'm a pro!

Oh my, this place is huge! It's like entering in the stomach of a massive copper forged beast except that inside the stomach there is a syntethic jungle of dangling black and blue cables that fold themselves around massive trunks of cold steel and turrets pumping energy from and to a pulsing, aching, flashing heart of artificial light.

I catiously walk, going nearer and nearer at the core of the building with every step, almost magnetized by its rhytm, so magnetized that my paw get stuck in a cackling machine "Stormcatcher glorious!" I cry out loud while two faes fly away from under my paw buzzing protests "sorry friends! I didn't see you two".

"of course you didn't spiky thing!" growls the pink one "you are so big you should work as a commuter"
"relax little one, I said I'm sorry"
"what is your work here?" asks the yellow fae
"i'm an engineer" I say hoping to not blow my cover
"Oh, marvellous! Then have a look to this machine here, the cogs are not rotating properly".

I give a good look to the pilon of moving cogs, apparently all this turning is needed to make a big beam move, but something is not working the intended way and now the beam hops like an hare with hiccup, squinting my eyes I study the pilon, basically sticking the point of my nose inside the machine untill I see two cogs not touching? Is that a real term that an engineer would use?
"oi mate, what's the problem?"
"so...uh...these two cogs are not friends? They are too different to be friends, you need a better friend, a similar one to work well together"
the two faes look each others then shrug "seems legit"

[img]https://i.imgur.com/KlMKSGk.png[/img] You continue moving through the halls, soon you arrive in a large locker room, with 3 different sized lockers, the skydancer motions you to a locker and said, "Uhh, put those on, I'll go get your lock. [i]Get your uniform on or Run off to explore the sanctorium? [b]Get on your uniform[/b] Run off[/i] You put on the black and teal gloves, goggles, and small satchel and waited for the skydancer. Soon the skydancer returned and gave you the lock as you locked your locker. You were also given a key to your locker. You follow the skydancer through the halls and go past a metal sign with DORM with silver lettering. You soon arrive at a room marked 13049 and the skydancer lets you in and grabs a key off of the desk on the right and gives it to you. "The cafeteria is down the hall to the right, your work starts tomorrow 7 am." You nod as the skydancer leaves and suts the door. [i]Stay in your room or go to the cafeteria?[b] Stay here[/b] Go to cafeteria[/i] You settle into your room, preparieng to go out and gather information tomorrow, but now, now you relax and prepare for the next part of your mission

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You continue moving through the halls, soon you arrive in a large locker room, with 3 different sized lockers, the skydancer motions you to a locker and said, "Uhh, put those on, I'll go get your lock. Get your uniform on or Run off to explore the sanctorium? Get on your uniform Run off You put on the black and teal gloves, goggles, and small satchel and waited for the skydancer. Soon the skydancer returned and gave you the lock as you locked your locker. You were also given a key to your locker.

You follow the skydancer through the halls and go past a metal sign with DORM with silver lettering. You soon arrive at a room marked 13049 and the skydancer lets you in and grabs a key off of the desk on the right and gives it to you. "The cafeteria is down the hall to the right, your work starts tomorrow 7 am." You nod as the skydancer leaves and suts the door. Stay in your room or go to the cafeteria? Stay here Go to cafeteria You settle into your room, preparieng to go out and gather information tomorrow, but now, now you relax and prepare for the next part of your mission

The twins and the nocturne

As she meets the other interns, Czyn tries to remember their face and names.

It's not that hard, they're only five, including her.

Another snapper by the name of Mathis, a skydancer called Feather, and the twin mirrors, Eve and Lyn.

"I arrived yesterday," Feather says first. "Didn't do much yet, but that's to expect."
"Don't think you'll do big things here," Mathis keeps going. "I've been here for one week, and all I did so far was making coffe and holding stuff."
"Eve and Lyn arrived something like... 9 days ago, I think?" Feather turns to Mathis, asking him for confirmation.

The snapper nods, and add, in a lower voice: "They don't talk much. I think Lyn is mute...? I don't know. They're weird."
Weird they were. Right after Eve introduced them, the twins left to do something a bit further.

"I... I see... thank you for telling me," Czyn says.

She starts to look around, hoping she could maybe find the two mirrors. They were by far her best lead to understand what is happening.

As she's discreetly scanning the place, she notices a nocturne with what seems to be a paper bag mask on their face. They were looking up to the sky, like lost in their thoughts.
The vision was so weird, the nocturne looking so out of place, that he has to know something.

Czyn turns back to the two other dragons.
"Hey, this dragon..." she points to the nocturne. "I'm sorry if it's a silly question, but... who are they?"

Mathis's expression gets darker.

"His name is Frosting. He was there before the twins. One month, I think? An accident with wire happened, and it messed up his brain. He was fired but still thinks he's working here. He only talks in nonsense."
"I see..."

Without adding much, Czyn walks away and approaches tge dragon.
"Frosting...?" No reaction. "I'd like to talk with you." The nocturne looks at her.
"Yes...?" he answers.

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The twins and the nocturne

As she meets the other interns, Czyn tries to remember their face and names.

It's not that hard, they're only five, including her.

Another snapper by the name of Mathis, a skydancer called Feather, and the twin mirrors, Eve and Lyn.

"I arrived yesterday," Feather says first. "Didn't do much yet, but that's to expect."
"Don't think you'll do big things here," Mathis keeps going. "I've been here for one week, and all I did so far was making coffe and holding stuff."
"Eve and Lyn arrived something like... 9 days ago, I think?" Feather turns to Mathis, asking him for confirmation.

The snapper nods, and add, in a lower voice: "They don't talk much. I think Lyn is mute...? I don't know. They're weird."
Weird they were. Right after Eve introduced them, the twins left to do something a bit further.

"I... I see... thank you for telling me," Czyn says.

She starts to look around, hoping she could maybe find the two mirrors. They were by far her best lead to understand what is happening.

As she's discreetly scanning the place, she notices a nocturne with what seems to be a paper bag mask on their face. They were looking up to the sky, like lost in their thoughts.
The vision was so weird, the nocturne looking so out of place, that he has to know something.

Czyn turns back to the two other dragons.
"Hey, this dragon..." she points to the nocturne. "I'm sorry if it's a silly question, but... who are they?"

Mathis's expression gets darker.

"His name is Frosting. He was there before the twins. One month, I think? An accident with wire happened, and it messed up his brain. He was fired but still thinks he's working here. He only talks in nonsense."
"I see..."

Without adding much, Czyn walks away and approaches tge dragon.
"Frosting...?" No reaction. "I'd like to talk with you." The nocturne looks at her.
"Yes...?" he answers.

FR time +9

(I hope my Sanctum doesn't have to be in the same place as everyone else's?)

Day 4:

A pat down, metal detector and a second badge scan later, the guards left him at the underground entrance to the Sanctum. He was finally inside the building. Now, it was time for the real risky business - gathering information and evidence.

He would have to be quick. Although since first joining the Agency and becoming a spy, he had never been discovered... there was always a first time. Let's hope today, was not it. Breathing once, twice, then deeply as he focused his thoughts. He was ready.

The first step, surveillance. Glancing around, he took notice of the scientists and workers, slowly walking step by step as he pretended to make his rounds, eyes ever watchful, duly noting where the cameras were, and looking at his watch as he timed how long it took for the guards to change shifts.

'Now.'. After several rounds, he had found his opening. Changing into an outfit and picking up a small camera pen he had prepared beforehand, he slipped back into the main dome area. 'Click-click'. A series of shots. 'Click-click'. No one had noticed yet.

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(I hope my Sanctum doesn't have to be in the same place as everyone else's?)

Day 4:

A pat down, metal detector and a second badge scan later, the guards left him at the underground entrance to the Sanctum. He was finally inside the building. Now, it was time for the real risky business - gathering information and evidence.

He would have to be quick. Although since first joining the Agency and becoming a spy, he had never been discovered... there was always a first time. Let's hope today, was not it. Breathing once, twice, then deeply as he focused his thoughts. He was ready.

The first step, surveillance. Glancing around, he took notice of the scientists and workers, slowly walking step by step as he pretended to make his rounds, eyes ever watchful, duly noting where the cameras were, and looking at his watch as he timed how long it took for the guards to change shifts.

'Now.'. After several rounds, he had found his opening. Changing into an outfit and picking up a small camera pen he had prepared beforehand, he slipped back into the main dome area. 'Click-click'. A series of shots. 'Click-click'. No one had noticed yet.

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@Alfamangle @MessengerDragon @Juri01 @Hikaye @Lhumyaki @Okapi @moissi @gaymiens @Espoir @mintea00 @LordMaroo @Runi @dividedAnimus @SilverQuark @RockyLemons [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=52&bodygene=3&breed=13&element=2&eyetype=9&gender=0&tert=98&tertgene=14&winggene=16&wings=72&auth=2e2c3011d9a08d8b7c5a0026d203f3bfa92cf301&dummyext=prev.png[/img] Day 5 You're making progress. As far as you can tell, no one suspects that you are not what you claim to be. Now, how to gain access to the more restricted levels deeper under the Sanctum Reactor? [b]You have until Friday, August 2nd 10:59:01 FR time to submit your entry.[/b]

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Day 5

You're making progress. As far as you can tell, no one suspects that you are not what you claim to be. Now, how to gain access to the more restricted levels deeper under the Sanctum Reactor?

You have until Friday, August 2nd 10:59:01 FR time to submit your entry.

Last edited on Aug 01, 2019 10:59:22 by SkyDagger

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Hi everyone!

I'd like to ask about your opinion about something. It's only going to affect me though!

Tomorrow would be one of the last days during the next two weeks I'd be able to really sit down and write. All of Saturday the music association I'm part of is main organisers of a big (3 day) town festival and we all have to work daylong shifts there. Right the next day, on Sunday, I'll have to travel around 4,5 hours to get to a childrens summer camp for the age of 6 to 13 where I'm going to be working as a 24/7 caretaker for two weeks.

So, it's going to be a very hectic weekend for me...

Would it be ok with you all, if I get the prompts for Day 6 and Day 7 today to write for a bit earlier than everyone else? I will have a 24 hour time limit for those though and send the finished stories through a PM over to SkyDagger for the word count and time line check.
Day 5 will be posted the usuall way.
The other two would be send in a 24 hour time limit to be finished for tomorrow as well and send to SkyDagger ahead of time.

That way the stories I wrote and posted on Saturday and Sunday FR time will not have been altered from the ones I had sent to SkyDagger ahead of time.

I would really like to finish the event with everyone.

What do you all think?
Thank you very much for your time!!

Juri01

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August 01, 2019 12:43:55

@Alfamangle @MessengerDragon @Juri01 @Hikaye @Lhumyaki @Okapi
@moissi @gaymiens @Espoir @mintea00 @LordMaroo @Runi @dividedAnimus
@SilverQuark @RockyLemons @SkyDagger

Hi everyone!

I'd like to ask about your opinion about something. It's only going to affect me though!

Tomorrow would be one of the last days during the next two weeks I'd be able to really sit down and write. All of Saturday the music association I'm part of is main organisers of a big (3 day) town festival and we all have to work daylong shifts there. Right the next day, on Sunday, I'll have to travel around 4,5 hours to get to a childrens summer camp for the age of 6 to 13 where I'm going to be working as a 24/7 caretaker for two weeks.

So, it's going to be a very hectic weekend for me...

Would it be ok with you all, if I get the prompts for Day 6 and Day 7 today to write for a bit earlier than everyone else? I will have a 24 hour time limit for those though and send the finished stories through a PM over to SkyDagger for the word count and time line check.
Day 5 will be posted the usuall way.
The other two would be send in a 24 hour time limit to be finished for tomorrow as well and send to SkyDagger ahead of time.

That way the stories I wrote and posted on Saturday and Sunday FR time will not have been altered from the ones I had sent to SkyDagger ahead of time.

I would really like to finish the event with everyone.

What do you all think?
Thank you very much for your time!!

Clan Aidhear

Familiar Wishlist // ~NESTOR - Collector of stories (traveling dragon)

Last edited on Aug 01, 2019 13:05:52 by Juri01