at the light, at the light

[inaclearing]

[Well! That happened, and for once, no one seems to be holding any kind of Group Sorrow Activity afterwards! Have fun doing whatever it is y'all wanna do! There's not many people left, and an awful lot of open space; we're probably all perfectly capable of being alone, if that's what we want.]

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[bathymetric]

[ It is not long, however, before the Mayor, of course, speaks up. Her tone is almost... mock-parental. There's a few light notes of... some song, underneath her words, but not enough to make it out. ]

Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor. You're no Angel, you know that? My office. Now.

[ And, moving a little like a puppet on strings, Eleanor Lamb vanishes as quickly as she arrived, leaving one dusty culprit behind, but no other sign where she's gone. ]