[There is a rather annoyed (no, let's change that) a very pissed off harlequin showing on your devices City. The room ne's in has been trashed--books and papers are thrown everywhere, glass shattered on the floor, the drapery is shredded and most of the furniture is askew.

But don't think this is some accidental post. No, this is quite on purpose and it is not the usual, cheerful tones that come when ne speaks.]

Stealing away what does not belong to you only promises suffering. There are better and safer ways to make an enemy if that is what you wanted. Freeing a chained soul is not the best of ways.

[Accidental Voice Post | Open Action]

[In the grand scheme of things, Rosella's actually been doing...well, comparatively speaking, relatively well for herself this month. Years and years of repeated admonishments from a variety of different friends during a variety of different circumstances have finally seemed to take hold; regardless of how much she's wanted at times to run here, adventure there, throw herself into this or that, and so on, she's instead opted to heed the advice they'd always given her and actually make a concerted attempt to not end up in a heap of trouble this time around.

It's been more difficult than she'd expected, and she hasn't precisely liked it, but she's done it--keeping her head relatively down, making every effort to stay out of trouble rather than flinging herself headfirst into it, avoiding the ongoing strife where she could and doing her best not to draw attention to herself where she couldn't.

And thus far it's worked. It's worked pretty well. She's kept the Blue Light going and done everything she could to fade unassumingly into the background, and that's worked.

Which is great, except that the hostile NPCs don't particularly seem to care whether she's been doing well or not. What they know is, she owns a local business that's changed hands several times over the years, she dresses strangely for a contemporary setting, and she carts around a miniature black dragon--all fairly telltale signs that nope, she's not one of them.

And, well. What do you get when you combine seething, hostile patrons with an establishment serving alcohol and a pretty incentive to target?]

Goodness, what are you--oh, don't, you stop that right now or I'll--!

[...Evidently, smashing glasses, angry customers, and thanks to the fighting and loud quarreling, quite possibly some avenging City Watch members (and by extension, Anonymous forces? WHO KNOWS) on their way.

WELP.]


[OOC: Please feel free to come wade into the fray and/or orchestrate any skirmishes of your own in and around the Blue Light!]

Ever get the feeling that things are looking up or that the odds are your in your favor? It might not be a feeling that comes around for everybody, but once it does, you've gotta take full advantage. My mother used to tell me, never be afraid to ask for what you need. If you're smart, you'll find the people that can help you out and won't see a lick of trouble. If you're stupid--

[ A shrug. ]

Take what you can. Right now? We could all use a little victory, huh.

(filtered to Meyer Lansky)

Not that you ever leave work, but I need to talk to you for a couple'a minutes.