[center][b]Rendezvous Crash[/b][/center]

"Right, restroom," Andre repeated after the Don left the room. Who knows what the Don was actually doing. The Rook looked at Bishop with a grimace, "We really don't have the time for further small talk now. Do you want to try talking more or should we try to go look for documents?"

[center][b]Free Billy[/b][/center]
[u]Arlette[/u]
Arlette futilely pushed against the panicking crowd in her attempt to both stay closer to the rest of the Librarians and to get away from the crowd. Instead she was getting pushed along and away by them. Even her increasingly panicked plea for the protesters to calm down and for help fell to deaf ears. She felt a tinge of relief filtering to her eyes as she saw Nathair pushing his way towards her. She heard his coming accompanied with a song. One that made her felt relaxed and warm that even the pushing crowd was not an issue any longer. The song whispered its way into the girl's mind and, with a dreamy sigh, Arlette let herself immersed to the melody. Her legs then started to lead her closer to the source of the sweet melody.

[u]Mime[/u]
Mime laughed at Eowyn and Quartz as the two were drenched by the water from the tank and the beached creature.The spirit then turned her head upon hearing a song reaching the beach and seeing the chaos died down. She almost expressed both of her awe and puzzlement before noticing the crowd started to move into the water. That by itself was not a concern to her, what was alarming was that Mime heard Quartz calling out to Nathair and receiving no response and then seeing Arlette among those who headed into the sea. The fake girl had already made her way to her holder as her fellow spirit planned with Remia and Eowyn. It was probably fortunate that the telepathy link between the spirits that Mime had set up earlier was [i]still[/i] connected.