Aftergathering 6

[clearasmud]

Rule 17 hits like a gutpunch. The plan she'd talked about, as improbable as it already was, had just become much harder.

But something - someone - digs its heels in inside her, the same way it did prior to their most recent trial. The presence of their latest, insurmountable hurdle, has the odd effect of only making Youko more determined.

They're going to win.

There's hot soup, rice, and tea in the kitchen. We're holding a meeting tomorrow morning in the conference room. I want you to be there.

- Youko

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[openterrain]

No, it's fine. Come in.

[ He gestures to the room behind him. It's tidy and, despite the collection of stuff he's received, rather sparse. His desk is the messiest part of it all, stacked with a few journals and a sheaf of papers from Mordecai's room. He lets Youko pick her seat - the desk chair or the bed - but opts to remain standing himself. ]

What is it?