Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20200130203742

You’ve heard nothing from him for the past few weeks—suspicious. But here he is, in North Forengard in the middle of a gigantic crater, with his conference table set out. He’s arranged it so he can face something peculiar:  a set of doors with strange carvings. There’s a cloaked figure standing outside them, seemingly ignoring Oganesson. Oganesson watches them closely, smirking.

Delphi and Gijinna are here, as is Singularity. Oganesson’s mortal attendants aren’t, and it’s safe to say that they won’t be back with him for a while.

“Why are we waiting?” Gijinna says, propping her feet on the table. “We could just get that thing to open the doors, get the chick we want, and get outta here.”

“Patience, my dear,” Oganesson says, voice smooth as honey. He’s redyed his hair, and cut it short, so it’s doesn’t look as rats-nest-y as before. “We’re waiting for the others. Surely you realise this is more than “getting the chick we want,” it’s about the theatrics for the inevitable trespassers and others who shouldn’t be here. I’ve got a plan specially made for them.” He grins, and the scars on his face stretch.

Are you an invitee, or an inevitable trespasser? This is not a CD only thread, but caution to those who come uninvited.  