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(Love you coming up for in-universe explanations for me just being an idiot and having very little experience with true espionage RP lmao)
Once the message got through, Quetzalcoatl would take a back seat. He continued monitoring things from behind the scenes, for he was only a royal who had no real experience getting into the thick of things. The Legio Sicarius were the real espionage masters in Mexico, and they were the ones trusted with building the network in Nova Wooloos and doing the actual work.
The operative would be a butler in the currently empty dining room, currently wiping down the tables and setting them afterwards for a dinner set to occur in a couple of hours. The butler would see Drummer walking in and engage in conversation, trying to play it off as a normal interaction for now.
"Ah, Ms Drummer! Someone must have given you the wrong schedule, I'm afraid the dinner doesn't start for another few hours. You are more than welcome to assist me in preparing the table, however."
(Also didn't see the notif until now since I'm playing Prison Architect in the background lol)
Luna comes by to visit
Nosress isn’t busy for once
(I can finally respond now.)
The Apollonian Federation accepts this application for Observer Status.
"I had thought something was up with that schedule," she says, keeping most of the exasperation out of her voice. "Dinner this early just didn't make sense. It's better to be wrong this way, though. Sure, I'll help out.", she says, wondering what it says about her that she's had enough experience to be able to help at all. Politics is about image, and some factions already see her as on an Inner leash. she weighs that against the unlikeliness of anyone who would care actually recording her doing this, and the value of gaining the staff's good will, and dismisses the thought entirely, beginning to help.
The truth is, though, her schedule was working perfectly fine. She just got a little sloppy, and apparently her trying to bump elbows with as many people as she could had begun to look more like wandering. She's glad to have an excuse for it, at least...
The butler continued to set the table as needed, setting out plates and straightening cutlery. Eventually he made his way to the window and opened up the curtains, letting some natural light in as he looked outside. He tried to make his next sentence sound as natural as possible while still signaling to Drummer.
"Have you seen some of the birds that have been migrating around here recently? Peregrine falcons, it looks like."
And there was the codeword that signaled to Drummer that the butler was the operative in question. In reality, the birds migrating weren't peregrines, but few people in the palace would know or even bother to check, and anybody who did find out likely would just believe it was a beginner's mistake by a butler dabbling in birdwatching or something.
actually dumbfounded
Luna hugs Irulan
"Is that so? I'm not an expert on birds by any means, but I believe that falcons are birds of prey. It seems like a risk for something this dangerous to be here."
From slight indications in Drummer's tone, the operative would be able to tell that Drummer isn't really talking about the birds, the dangerous thing in question is the meeting itself. Drummer can only assume that the meeting is only happening at all because there is information to be shared, greater than just the identity of the asset in the palace, and risk is ever-present.
Nosress: “for once, hello Luna. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”
Irulan: "Get off of me."
The day was peaceful, too peaceful.
Nosress: “Very busy, today I had no work.”
Irulan would punch her
Unfortunately Luna would be completely unaffected by the punch
Luna: "That's minus five HP for you right there, heh."
The information that needed to be shared was that loyal Legio Sicarius agents had infiltrated the Congress Building and had begun looking through camera feeds and public and private records of Congressmen and government members to identify any moments they could've been compromised. Unexplained monetary transfers, sudden shifts in rhetoric, those sorts of things. As such, the operative would try to communicate this to her in their natural-sounding code.
"Perhaps. I've only begun dipping my toes in birdwatching myself, along with a group of like-minded friends here in the city. Though my friends are more interested in eagles and the like. I hear they've been studying migrating patterns, their prey, family structures, that sort of thing. The local library has proven to have quite the treasure trove of information on eagles. Fascinating stuff, I say."
Untecna and Novilliwit
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................... now that be very suspicioso...
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