Uncommon Coffee
23st of January 2007 A.D.
"Of course, that sounds like a worthy cause as any I have heard," you grant with what you hope is a magnanimous smile. Truth be told you are just glad to have one of 'your people' treat you with respect but without awe. Of course Flick would not be handing her life's work to just anyone, in a sense she is acting as far beyond the norm as the pilgrims who insist on bowing with their forehead against the ground, but this is more faltering than worrying. When she asks to come along and see how the Carapace perform you do not hesitate, wrap her up against the cold on the other side, and prying eyes, grab hold of her shoulders and walk the path upward and outward.
"Lydia this is Flick, Flick this is Lydia, she spoke to the Keepers three moonturns back..." Introductions go surprisingly smoothly aided by the fact Lydia is personable as she is impressive, even over a glass of diet coke —how someone could both prefer
diet coke and that burger from earlier is a mystery beyond even your arcane skills— and Olivia is not unaccustomed to the subtle mannerisms of Journey-Folk, the narrowness of the personal space they leave coupled with an aversion to being touched on the hands by those who are not close friends for instance. All in all as a first encounter between the City of Boston and an alien world one could to worse than the back of a little coffee house with a library attached. It's a tourist trap of course, you do not flatter yourself to think you could find 'the authentic Boston experience' in three hours time, but it is at least aimed at a quieter sort of tourist. That or business isn't doing very well.
After finishing the 'Boston Coffee', just on the cusp of being coffee in one's cream rather than the ordinary arrangement you buy and armful of books to go, novels and poetry books, nonfiction classics sprinkled in with a few self help books, Tiffany may want to have a look at the competition after all.
"Census Data Acquired," Clippy speaks in your ear.
Curious about the limits of 'focus' you ask her to dictate the file at you, a process which on the face of it would be absurd, she only gets two people deep in half a minute, but when you aim the eyes upon your Crown to the task they find it.
Eyes might be ears, might be fingers searching, all that matters is that there is a trail to follow.
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 14/15
Carl Bennet, Nora Long, Silvia Lopez You get a flash of faces, like snapshots out the window of a moving train, all mortal, all with some information about the Well.
Unfortunately the only one you can find anything about on a quick search is Carl who is a first year pharmacology student. He used to stay at Hollis Hall, but the other two are not the right age to be students and do not show up on the staff lists your digital helpers were able to gather. Granted that does not say much, Harvard like every large institution uses contractors and probably subcontractors as well. Question is, what next? Is it worth the delay to track down people who know 'something' when you could just step though and find out potentially so much more.
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Come on, you can't get someone a space suit and then expect her to play Watson to your Holmes," Lydia pleads playfully, though she does get distracted explaining space to a wide-eyed Flick, so it's not like she's going to be bored.
What do you do?
[] Chase down the names on the list
[] Step though the veil and into the Well to find whatever may like on the other side
[] Write in
OOC: A bit short, but it is kind of the nature of the votes you guys made (and not rolling any encounter that would have complicated bringing a cyber-sorcerous explorer to Earth) 
