[center][colour=LightCoral]Seirra Periculum - Infinitum (more or less)[/colour][/center]

Serys sat in a chair, holding a watch of nondescript design and idling pressing buttons it, whilst jotting down their outcomes with another hand to see if there had been any change. On the piece of paper sat atop the desk, about 50 different simple equations following the basic form of [i]light1+light2=product/light3[/i]. then it clicked in her head; something she had completely forgot about. The festival was tonight, and here she was noting down things that she had already done 20 other times! She had to make it quickly, otherwise the festival would be over be-

[i]The mission...[/i]

She had completely forgotten the mission she was supposed to be on. Siena and Linea would kill her if she was any later than she had to be, which would be tricking since she was a good half an hour walk from her current location to the- rendezvous... point...

[i]Where was it again?[/i]

She quickly scrambled to her feet, pocketing the watch and grabbing her bag, only to empty everything inside onto her desk. Then, she picked out a single book that looked more like a researchers long lost and scrambled together notes, a bottle of water, a set of pencils as well as a small broken half of a coin and a stack of paper. 
[b]"Shit, shit, shit, shit. Where the hell was it? Argh, where did they say... Dum duh dum..."[/b] she said, running around the small area she had been occupying. She ran past a small cabinet and stopped in front, opening the doors and reaching in to grab a small book - about half the size of that of her research notes. She thumbed through the pages and found the date, scanning through the page to see if she had noted down the location. And indeed, she had; a tavern somewhere outside the palace in Infinitum. She grabbed a key from a shelf after dropping the diary bck into the cabinet and sprinted out the door, locking it behind her and running off in the direction of the tavern she was to meet at. It was going to take a bloody long while, even with her running. Magic wasn't an option unless one of the twins was surely going to kill her for being late, and she really didn't feel that panicked. 

About 20 minutes later, Sierra stood outside the tavern, breathing so deeply those at the other side of the street could hear. She really wasn't used to doing such physically demanding activities except walking, which in of itself was a chore.