You enter this room and before you stands impressively large desks, The Middle one has a large computer and impressive monitor on it.

The two on either side of the main computer have a digital flattop map of the world  on it with various icons lit up on them.

The last 2 end tables on either side of the room are as such ,
The one on the east wall as info on the Quinjet and you can literally see out the front window of the Quinjet in the hangar and is the filght simulator.

The system on the west wall is the camera’s and security system. You can see all the hallways and the main room, There does not seem to be camera’s in the bedrooms.

----> from Dining Room

Sword of Cup came into the room, seeking William Naslund as instructed by Jocasta's message.
The red man looked left, looked right, and then peered at the camera wall.

OOC: edited for harbinger :)


Harbinger sat still naked in the conference room with only her switchblade in hand her phones and laptop were on the table in front of her . ignoring Bloodrager, She wasn't ready yet to let it back out. And putting on a coat was not something on her mind. Her better self was her clothes. It was everything without utilizing it she was nothing. She closed her eyes and took a few breaths to steady herself

Looking away from the square crystal balls (as he thought of the camera wall), Bloodrager eyed the naked person uncertainly.

"Girl interrupted?" he asked quietly.

Harbinger turned to him. "If that's a reference to something I'm probably too young to know it. " she remarked from behind her curtain of hair observing the other person in the room carefully..

Kevin stumped into the room, yanked out a chair and plopped down it, slouching like a sullen teenager pissed at the world.  And Kevin was pissed.  Pissed at Naslund's dismissal.  Pissed at being lectured about respect.  Pissed that the fucking murdergirl was getting treated like a fragile little princess after she'd tried to kill him.  Pissed that she was here and seemed to be doing better instead of being covered with Naslund's viscera.  Pissed that the chair was a little wobbly.  And the monitors weren't 4K.  The overhead lights were a little too bright, as well.

"Fuck me," he muttered, unable to hold his angry mood despite his best efforts.

He wasn't pissed any more.  He couldn't be pissed right now because fucking Belial had scared all the piss right of him.

It was the dreams.  He finally got them.  The first dream was a threat or a scare-tactic.  The second dream?  The second dream might be an offer.  How could he explain that to the others?  How could he get them to understand that getting your neck broken by Harbinger was not such a bad outcome Belial-wise.  That things could get so very much worse than that.

That deep down he realized he was actually considering Belial's offer, because he'd seen how much worse things could get.  And he'd been trying so very, very hard to hold onto his anger because the alternative was to fully realize that the prospect of confronting Belial again had him scared right down to the depths of his soul.
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Bloodrager tilted his head one way and then the other, seeming puzzled.

He looked over towards Kevin when he entered. Then asked aloud (in Kevin's direction), "Strange girl in room. Is NPC?" He hadn't recognized Harbinger without her costume, and was operating under his all-too-common default assumptions of dungeons and adventuring parties again.

The question jolted Kevin out of one of his more depressing reverie, so he felt oddly grateful to weird red guy as he tried to process the question.  NPC, WTF?  Oh, right, Kevin thought recalling that the dude somehow always thought he was in something like Elder Scrolls or World of Warcrap or something.

"Yeah, uh, no, that is the lady Harbinger.  She is a PC," he told Bloodrager.

He tried to head off the next obvious question.

"Right now, she's just... uh, right.  Recharging her magical clothing," he concluded to Bloodrager, thanking God Andru had been so prone to spilling his nerd-juice everywhere.  "She's re-empowering her magical clothing and will don it when the time is right again."

Who knows? he figured.  That might even be close to the truth.

"Apparently , according to our teammate here." she gestured to K-fed who was explaining things."Someone called Belial has been getting in my head making me homicidal and suicidal lately. Tried to jump off the empire State building headfirst because of that asshole. In order for me to keep from killing anyone I took my other half into my body." she took her switchblade and cut open her wrists as her blood spilled it coagulated into the substance that covered her body once more. "See? It's just me" she replied with a wave.

Bloodrager puzzled over that. Unseen by others, his matrix shifted around him, and shifted again, trying to find the name Belial. But he couldn't read, only sense the concepts thanks to his accursed assignment as being a barbarian class. He had the feeling that it was mentioned somewhere, in one of his instances despite that limitation.

"Blood," he said approvingly, watching hers spill and change.

She let the suit slide back into her veins for the time being letting the skin heal back up and closed her eyes trying to focus herself. She was in an emotional ocean and the while she could tread water waves kept hitting her.  At least with them inside her they were shielded somewhat.

--> From Common Room

Entering the tech filled room, Galina took stock of those already gathered. When she noticed Harbinger, her smile slipped showing her concern. Approaching, she began removing her cloak, revealing that White Witch wore a fairly mundane green t-shirt and jeans under her costume. "Heavens, we undestand you are a strong, independent woman without the need for a stitch of clothing, but I don't think the rest of us are ready for this change." She said before trying to cover Harbinnger's nudity by using her cloak as a blanket.