[b]2:01PM, the Tower[/b]

The oldest of the various assembled mages was doing a remarkable job of not being affected by the piles of organs, given what she'd been like when the briefing had started: curled up on the most worn of the couches and sleeping, until she'd been poked and made to actually pay attention. Yet, despite her grogginess, and despite having an arm wrapped around an enormous stuffed rabbit--the only concession to her general apparent age that the Unlucky Six were exposed to, and then because she'd been given it in the past.

By the previous First when he'd originally joined. It had seemed rude to not keep it, and it hadn't left the lounge since--though Lucille had stated that it would have been disposed off if it had't been a black rabbit in the first place. Couldn't ruin the décor, even for the sake of a present.

"I guess I should act as bait? It should be harder to kill me in that way.