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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Whitefall[hr][/center]
Lotta sudden changes going on today. One moment Lionel's trying to help Gideon get some medical treatment, three loud bangs later and suddenly there are three people dead, two of whom he almost kind of liked. He wasn't entirely sure what the whole situation was, but now they were dead so it didn't matter anymore as far as he was concerned. Still, he couldn't help but feel like he had ended up walking in on the climax of the final movie in a trilogy. At least Gideon wouldn't be passing out any time soon after that.

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Lionel stifled a yawn as he stood around in the Alliance ship's Conference Room. After dropping off Gideon at the Med Bay with Dorothy, he didn't really have much to do, and most of the ship felt hostile towards his very presence. A meeting was the last thing he wanted to sit through at the moment, but he had little choice in the matter. He blamed this entire situation on the Reavers and just added this onto the long list of reasons to hate them.

[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside[/center][hr]
Carla spent the entire conversation silent, and still as a rock. It was evident quickly that violence wouldn't be necessary to resolve the situation, which was yet another shitty occurrence for what should have been a good day. However, when the guns opened fire, some of the blood from ex-Captain Quinn splattered all over her. She reached out and touched her face and her fingers came back smeared crimson with blood. Something told her that she should be shocked from this event. Gregory was one of the few people who would deign to admit her as a friend. The warmth on her fingers quickly faded away, and she found she couldn't force herself to feel anything that wasn't there. She returned to the ship unfulfilled.

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Carla returned to her quarters to strip back down to her standard gear and figure out what she was going to do. Gene being on the ship was both a good and bad thing. On one hand Genevieve would be easily accessible, on the other she would learn a lot of things Carla would have rather kept secret. On top of that, Carla was feeling really pent up and Genevieve's presence only exacerbated impulses that were difficult to hold back already. Mental strategies for self-discipline were cut off early by the announcement for all personnel to meet up in the conference room. She was by no means required to actually go, the announcer was crew of a now defunct Firefly ship and even if it was someone from the Alliance, she didn't work for them. Still, she went to the conference room anyways. She didn't want to miss out on any other information and end up caught off guard by another set of ill-fated encounters. The assassin stepped into the room dressed in only her Agency uniform, but still very well armed, just not brazenly.