Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180413005044

Thomas begins to speak, but Adelaide holds up her hand.

"Given the...nature of this discussion, I think it wise to take ourselves somewhere more suited to clandestine matters..."

She snaps her fingers.

Things go pink.

Then, the pink drifts off, a hazy vapor that returns from whence it came.

They are in a completely different room but, somehow, seated in exactly the same arrangement.

The romm is much darker. A single five-light candelabra, sitting in the middle of Adelaide's desk, illuminates them all. Everything else around them seems to drift in a sea of darkness. Only another single candle is a distance away.

But, as their eyes adjust, they see that this is not the case. A wooden floor is beneath their feet. They are surrounded by the very edges of bookshelves, stories high, that stretch off into the darkness.

"A change of scenery, if you'll forgive me.  There are some topics of national import that do not warrant a discussion in an unsecured location. Now then..."

There is a flash, revealing itself to be Adelaide's fingertip as she lights another cigarette. Her face is illuminated briefly before it goes out and the glow of her cigarette swells as she takes a puff.

"I am curious, Master Markel." As Adelaide speaks the wisps of smoke are illuminated in the candelabra's glow. "As to what you find amusing about the Good Doctor's story, as you have pointedly discovered that it is true."

Thomas shoots her a look, but says nothing.