"THE FALL OF EVERYTHING AS WE KNOW IT IS UPON US!" Ruskali howled over the ignorant masses, flinging his cape like a restless duck. "LOOK AROUND YOU AT THE WORLD YOU KNOW, BECAUSE IT WILL BE GONE BEFORE YOU CAN BLINK!"

One of the spectators-- in ragged scrub and a dusty cap --was just rolling his eyes before a voice spoke behind him. He turned around to see a young woman standing there, minding her own business, neatly dressed and heavy with costume jewelry.

"Rusky's two blocks down on the corner," he gestured with his chin, while the woman stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "On the ground floor in an old storage room, he's got all these collections of ... well, I dunno what. Creepy stuff. Shrunk heads and jars of eyeballs and a stuffed dead cat. Sure he can get arrested just for [i]that[/i], I expect. Some kid could wander in there, it's a deathtrap with no door. Probably snakes."

The woman wrinkled her nose at him. "And why in Amalgam's name are you telling me where Ruskali sleeps? Are you his friend? Are you...?" She showed her teeth in disgust.

"Whah?! Naw!" The man wiggled his palms at her for mercy. "Ugh, oh gods! What?! No! I thought you said ... nevermind!"

"You thought I said [i]what[/i] now?!"

"Just leave it, then!"

"I should have [i]you[/i] arrested for that kind of talk!"

While the two bickered, Fluke's little drone proceeded to follow the lead Listener had provided, and scooted over the heads of the moving cityfolk until it stopped at the corner the hapless man had indicated.

[color=B6C6AB]"The way down there's crowded, but nobody suspicious,"[/color] said Fluke to anyone still near him. [color=B6C6AB]"Spotted a back way too, an alley, kinda dark and spooky but the drone can lead ya."[/color]

"AND THAT!" Ruskali roared, a finger pointed rigid at the sky, "IS WHY WE'RE ALL DOOMED!"