[center][h1][color=00CED1][b]Charlotte[/b][/color][/h1]

[i][h3]High-Rise District (just barely across the river from the Eiffel Tower)

Front Lobby, The Golden Shangri-La Hotel[/h3][/i]

[u][b]Now Moving As Rapidly As Possible To:[/b][/u]

[h3][i]Hôtel-Dieu de Paris (The Core)[/i][/h3][/center]

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Charlotte arrived on scene quickly, but motioned to the policeman who had driven her there to wait for a few minutes using her most polite mannerisms. However, it seemed the place was abuzz already with emergency services having arrived on scene. Charlotte warily eyed the scene as she walked swiftly into the hotel lobby, where a staff member looked to her with a surprised expression on his face. The man hastily jotted over to her, after leaning over to speak to a few other staff who were running about the place, before approaching her with a slight tremble despite his polite appearance. 

"Ah, Mademoiselle Normadie! We are most glad you are safe at this hour! Are your hurt, have any suspicious individual approached you?"

[color=00CED1]"Monseiur, what happened? Why are there police and emergency vehicles outside here?"[/color]

"It is most dreadful! Someone seems to have set off a bomb in your suite. Other guests on the floor below heard such a loud racket...we were glad when we looked at security footage to find you had left a time ago"

[color=00CED1]"Mon dieu...but my room?! Is there anything left i may retrieve of my belongings?!?!"[/color]

"I wish i had better news, mademoiselle...but it has been ruined. Utterly, totally ruined, and the police have cordoned off the area and begun an investigation. 

None are allowed to the Penthouse floor, much less the suite itself, i am afraid...but the manager is preparing all necessary compensation for what has occurred. We shall contact you as soon as things are together, mademoiselle, but to preserve your privacy was ask you leave the grounds immediately to avoid the...'media attention'. Staff will ensure your identity remains discreetly concealed, as requested when you first arrived here."

[color=00CED1]"...My thanks, monsieur. I shall vacate the premises for now, but shall return later for the promised compensation after...getting some fresh air, i believe. I also request all information on what happened beforehand, including camera footage of suspicious or strange individuals. 

Ah, i hope you can understand. My family has made a few enemies over the years...but to think such barbaric actions would happen here, in Paris of all places, it boggles the mind! Though i do hope no staff were harmed in this incident, it is a very lovely hotel."[/color]

"Ah! Yes, such information is the least we can provide to assist both the police and yourself during your stay here in Paris. We shall compile what we can, and upon your return deliver what has been requested and other compensation! May your trip be well, Mademoiselle Normandie."

With that, the member of hotel staff, perhaps a sub-manager based on his attire after she'd gotten a better look at it, scurried off. She could hear him begin to bark orders and others along the way, though by the time any of those words would have reached her ears she had stormed out of the hotel lobby at a hasty pace. She stepped back into the cool dusk air, stopping for a second to breathe before she walked back to her waiting ride, and then got back into the passenger's seat she had previously ridden in only a few minutes ago. She borrowed the policeman's phone after a glance at the man, who merely nodded in assent to her as she began to call. 

She did not want to press her contacts too hard now, and her family had so many here in Paris it was seemingly insane. 

But what was she doing, where would she go? That was in and of itself an answer she was striking out to answer. 

It was tempting to immediately go up to investigate, magecraft offered her that much advantage as easily as breathing was an advantage for beasts. 

Her workshop had been protected whilst she was away, that much she knew. Had any poor sod of a magus or otherwise merely walked in, they would be dead or sent to a hospital. A servant, well, that was far less likely to go down in a hurry if they were of a knight class. 

Regardless, she would make a check at the