Charting Spirits, Seeking Stars
26st of February 2007 A.D.
At the end of the day Von Trier has more than earned some truths here, just maybe not all of it and a weapon on the scale the fey courts take note of. "You guys were a little off the mark. Whomever infiltrated government systems aimed to sabotage Odin through Monoc Securities to disrupt his operations. He's after something that they want but what that is exactly I cannot say. As for the servers, I believe it would be less of a hassle if I went openly under a false guise."
"His operations being...?" The elderly mage, wizard really, you recognize the tone of authority hones over the centuries as much as any elder member of the White Council, asks.
"Not to be found in a stray bone of one of his enemies," you answer, tartly with a hint of humor, sometimes the briefest lies are best.
She sighs. "Of course it wouldn't be that easy, keep me posted if you find something of interest to national security...
again."
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 16/18 (Excellency)
The emphasis on that final word has you snort a laugh into the phone tumbling into a bit of guilt at what you're not saying. Not enough to forget who she answers too though.
Arrangements are quickly made your new identity: Deborah Dvorak, a thirty something with tightly braided hair and an inclination to long sweeping coats trimmed with fake fur, 'she' couldn't be more different from Molly Carpenter in manner or dress and a veil is a common enough skill that it shouldn't trouble the Library to know you can do it. Now if they knew just how hard it's to pierce...
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 15/18 (BMI)
No sense borrowing trouble, you think two hours later as you slide out of the somewhat ironically named 'Peace River' that flows so close to the nerve center of the greatest military superpower in the world. The agent with your credentials is right where he's supposed to be.
"Ms Dvorak?" It's not really a question.
"
Nice," Truth be told you are impressed at the quality of the documents going off a selfie Clippy had send them.
"I'll do the talking ma'am, unless there's something specific you need to do to the servers..." What you had taken more polite reservation on the part of the agent turns out to be weariness, confusion and... curiosity. This isn't someone who works for the Library, you realize.
"Please not ma'am," you raise a hand as though to ward off the unwelcome happening. "That makes me sound like my mother. Deborah will do, it's... accurate enough here and now. I just need a few minutes of access."
There's a kind of weight to the silence and the dust, the twinkling LEDs, like Christmas lights shorn from their trees and cast in bureaucratic drudgery. But more than anything there are a lot of people around, for the size of the rooms it always feels like there's twenty percent more than is comfortable and all of them are curious. I guess you would have to be that way to work here.
"What other locations have been infiltrated by the party responsible for the compromising of these severs," you think... and see more servers, knowing instinctively they are rooms like this one, for all they are smaller and more cramped and in one case have a bit of mold growing on the walls.
French, British and Russian Intelligence. The names come at you in their native languages yet perfectly understandable. That is either Anti-Bob having a specific purpose, or holding a grudge from the War.
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 14/18 (Crown Question)
Thanking the your hosts you quickly take your leave and return by way of water to Chicago before checking in with Clippy who had found the Kingfisher of your last answer, a Norwegian research ship, blue and white as it said and ask: What prize older and brighter than the stars above does does this vessel seek at her patron's call
Through your mind's eye a 'hairy star passes', from east to west overcoming the setting sun in its brightness. It jolts a memory of the
note that Lilly passed you six months ago, the treasure of the doomed Prince Trucc. Checking back on the contents...
'the fields of men turned fallow and where it wept there was hail and famine and where is fell calamity'
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 13/18 (Crown Question)
Regained 2 Essence (Urge of the Forbidden) -> Now at 15/18
"OK, I'm on a roll here..." you say, encouraging yourself. For once Usum isn't around to cheer you up, doing something for Regina maybe. You pull out your last conversation with Odin and try to use the fact he's looking for the thing to find its location.
The the eyes do not open, the power doesn't burn, not a close enough connection. You are either going to have to find the ship wherever she's sailing or point your crown at the Donnar himself.
What do you do next?
[] Inform the Library that a bunch of intelligence agencies have a malicious spirit in their system
[] Ask Odin what he's looking for
[] Look for the Kingfisher, there should be public data about her course
[] Write in
OOC: I had Molly think about the last question IC because that was a reasonable thing for her to do, try to push the crown, but no luck, too many degrees of separation Recording->Odin-> The treasure-> It's location 
