don't close your eyes

[A more cheerful person might think of a clever nickname, in fact those smallest Trainees still in control of their minds were attempting to do just that, but in any case Armand was surrounded on all sides by the egregiously young. It was a scramble of working the door, of feet that touched the floor, of reorganizing a hall full of fantasies and nightmares. The students were resorted ("My. What happened to Burroway?" "He met a girl, sir. Only she hasn't got any skin, sir." "Lock him in.") into sections and off they went to fight the storm.]

Goodness. Yes, it is suspicious she suddenly loves you. No, you aren't suddenly irresistible- though your enthusiasm is impressive.

Should you suddenly find your nature changed I suggest you stay where you are. CLYDE. That includes you, young lady.

Help is on its way.

As much as it might seem redundant I will reiterate for the youth in the audience:

Magic is a dangerous business and I'm almost certain your loved ones would prefer you spend your time eating candy indoors tonight. If nothing else a good layer of added fat will protect you from London and her chills.

[Ghosts]

[To work.]

If you haven't heard there's something unpleasant out there, my friends. While one might argue that dying is not the worst thing that can happen to a person the powers that be would still rather a creature weren't going about and killing people. It's a (what is the term Clyde uses) 'bogus' move as it were.

We're easily overlooked when one is not paying attention- I find it to be one of our more endearing qualities. Any information you have on this attacking or its victims would be appreciated.

I'd rather not have to make any personal calls.[/]

[The people in London, some seconds from jumping out of their skin some resigned to stay within the confines of such things, amuse him in a pleasant sort of way. With files in their proper places Armand stays solid and shows them how serious he is not. A comforting sort of lie]

"When is a raven like a writing desk?" <- Yawn. I do so miss when vandals had creative things to write.

( grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize )