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Find out from the cops. He got arrested, right? So there'll be some chatter if he's gone missing.

[ And there's a thump as Mark sets his communicator aside and starts typing, just casually hacking his way into the police email and communications database. After a moment, another loud - ]

Ha.

...Did you do it? You found out for sure?

[ With enthusiasm: ]

We can't be sure. But he's gone from the police station. No sign of an escape. So - we're having a party.

Bloody yes we are. Gods. I'm going to drink an entire cellar's worth.

I'll supply an entire cellar's worth. I'm inviting the whole damn community.

Do let me know when.

How about in a few days? I have some things to take care of. Like pissing on the side of his shitty church.

Gods, that was the worst part about it. All those people praying to something that looked at them like funny bugs. I don't know what possesses people to worship things out to destroy them, I really don't, but I see it time and again.

Fear.

[ His vicious glee fades just a bit into something a little more pensive. ]

They kiss ass in the hope that they'll end up spared.

like those dogs with the things around their necks!! YES

you are a genius

I'd agree with you if I hadn't seen the fervor in some of their eyes. I've met cultists before, more times than I'd care to admit. A whole lot of them really buy in wholesale. They really do think it's only everyone else their terrible monster-god will devour.

Dogs with what things?

[ Maybe this is a costuming opportunity for the pigs... ]

Hah. Yeah. I've seen cultists too. Of course, they all seemed to be dedicated to the cult of my brother.

I guess, really, it's just all about who overwhelms you. Who's charismatic. Who's able to convince you to hurl yourself off a cliff.

As likely to get people killed as any other. [an ambivalent agreement.] But with less soul-rending, at least.

[this quickly followed be a scoff.]

There's not charm enough in the universe for me. They'd have to club me and toss me off themselves.

little jugs they carry around their necks!!

I dunno what's in them but they're really important they save people trapped on mountains in cartoons all the time

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I guess that's the only really good thing about Miles. He doesn't really do that.

Add a point to his scorecard, then.

Yeah, great. Now it's at negative five hundred.

[ After a bit of google searching-- ]

Brandy. That's not going to help with any actual rescuing. We can skip the jugs, I think.

To Lord Mark,

I would gratefully ask for your presence at an audience at the ambassador's office in De Chima, at your leisure. I have some matters which I should be grateful to discuss with you.

Yours gratefully,

Ambassador Lucy Pevensie of De Chima

[ Oh shit, he thinks, what did I fuck up.

And then he thinks, Do I have to respond by letter? A multimillionaire he might be, but the thought of spending money on an envelope and stamp when an email would be free...Damn it. Plus what if his response gets lost in the mail? What if he ends up preceding his letter? Why couldn't she have just called? ]

Ambassador Lucy,

I'll be by at 9 am on October 1st.

Lord Mark.

[One of the secretaries lets Mark into Lucy's office on the first - she stands up and smiles, warmly.]

Please, Lord Mark, do have a seat. Would you like some tea?

Uh, yeah. Thanks.

[ He doesn't smile back at her - not because he's ill-disposed towards her at the moment, just because he's too distracted to remember to contort his face in pleasant and appropriate and humanlike ways. He sits. ]

Is...everything okay?

Hello. [ A long pause. It was too late to go back now, she already started speaking, and calling this an accident would be an obvious lie. She never does anything without prior thought, perfectly calculating her every move. But as of late, that part of her was faltering. Reaching out to him, for reasons she couldn't quite understand herself, other than she was feeling... lonely? She cleared her throat, doing her best to focus on anything but the nagging emptiness she felt. ]

I apologize for our last encounter, I wasn't being objective. [ Remembering their last meeting made her stomach churn, to think she let herself stoop so low to let her feelings cloud her judgment. When she speaks her voice shifts, taking on a much darker tone. ] It won't happen again.

Do you have time for a quick consult?

[She takes a seat of her own.]

Yes, of course, I apologize if I alarmed you in any way.

[She has a pot of tea, and she pours two cups of it, and lifts one to set in front of him.]

I don't truly wish to beat around the bush, my lord, so I will ask you plainly - do you know that the ambassadorship of Nonah is no longer occupied?

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