Magnus's Office; Saturday Night ALSO During the Dance [10/26]. -NFB.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

It was a bit early in Tisarwat's Grand Plan to start poking around offices, but if bait a distraction presented itself, you took it. she Which was why Tisarwat and Trevor took a brief departure from the dance to make their way to the school. She took some of the small bottles of booze that she'd had ready for an occassion exactly like this (it was important to cover your tracks!) from her pocket to offer to the squirrels, and then she led Trevor over to where she recalled the map had said Magnus's office was, pausing at the door.

"Okay," she said, nodding to her partner in class-mandated, school-sanctioned crime, "as soon as I open the door, you head in and distract the thing, and while you're busy with that, I'm going to do a search of the room for the hatchet."

Flawless plan.

For her, anyway.

"Ready?"

[[ for the bait distraction! although, hey, open open spaces are open as per the rules, too! ]]

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[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"You're doing great!" Tisarwat encouraged Trevor in a whisper as she slipped around the door and into the office, keeping close to the wall as she distanced herself from the rug and whatever it was doing to the poor bait distraction. Her eyes danced around for a moment to spot out obvious hiding places, then made her way over to start with the desk.

[crack_that_whip]

There was probably a robotic arm or five just decorating the place, but nothing stood out as ax-like.

"I'm being strangled by a fucking rug," he hissed back.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Those robotic arms in and of themselves were a little fascinating and intriguing to Tisarwat, but she was trying to stay focused. And thorough, which also included meticulously checking for traps before touching anything.

Sorry, Trevor.

"You're not really being strangled if you have enough breath to tell someone about it," she informed him, almost witheringly. "Besides, if even Eleanor could survive this, I'm sure you'll be fine."

Actually, now that she thought about it, radio never said explicitly that she had survived...

...hmmm.

[crack_that_whip]

Trevor sighed, stopping the struggle long enough for the rug to attempt to rub his cheek in a disturbing fashion. "You owe me another drink for this."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"You can have some of my arrack when this is over," Tisarwat promised, sounding downright magnanimous about it as her hand swept over the underside of the desk in search of hidden compartments or triggers, each second becoming increasingly disappointed. "The good stuff, too."