The end is nigh

[Beq Janus]

A cloaked figure, her face turned from the lamplight, masked by the flickering shadows, is standing in the door way to the crowded Rusty Cog. She talks in the overstated tones of one who wishes to be overheard.

"Hey friend, did you see those leaflets? Some guy was pinning them to the rental boards. They look a bit official but I'm not so sure, that guys, he didn't look like one of The O's men and hey look closely."

She spreads a notice on the table, anchoring it with an ashtray and empty bottles.

"Does that really look official to you?"

"You just have to read it right. Its a co....."

A movement at the back of the bar catches her eye, her focus snaps to the door behind her, within moments the cloaked stranger vanishes leaping quickly to the rails and disappearing into the shadows. The overlord's agent storms through the crowded bar room and follows her through the doorway, scanning the streets for a clue. Too late he turns back to retrieve the poster, someone has taken it already, the damage is done. He storms out into the night.

Later that night it becomes apparent that similar appearances were made at bars across the town.

[Ceejay Writer]

(*silently cheers*)

[Aeolus Cleanslate]

[Serafina Puchkina]

At a drinking establishment elsewhere in Babbage, a crumbled piece of paper is passed from hand to hand. Sera peers closely at the notice, sighs, and takes another cautious sip of coffee. Too worn out and far from the circles of power, she can only watch and wait.

[Zachary Somerset]

Zac Somerset gives the notice a cursory read and starts to pass it on, but something about the layout stops him. He pauses a moment to take another swallow of cider, then opens the note again, this time scanning it more carefully.

Something about the odd line lengths...the awkward phrasing...could it be?

After a few more moments, the real message leaps out at him. He takes another sip of cider and smiles. That soon, hm? Good to know. He stands, leaving a coin on the table for the barmaid, and hands the note to another loyal Babbagé. "Every other line", he whispers as he walks out the door....

[Doctor Obolensky]

(( A secret isn't a secret if you tell everybody, Mister Somerset. :P ))

[Zachary Somerset]

((Gah! Got back here one minute too late to edit that. *sigh*

Anyway, I didn't stand on a tabletop and shout it out, I just whispered it to one person [he says, completely ignoring for a moment that this is not actually a bar but a public-access Ning page...move along...that wasn't the clue you were looking for....] ;-) ))

[Sheryl Skytower]

*squints at sheet*

his enormous what?

oh, wait...

nevermind.

*wanders off to steal a piece of cake from an empty table*