Sins of Nature: EPILOGUE

You enter your office with all the pomp and circumstance of flopping on an air mattress. The clocks outside chime twelve, and even in this neon city that mocks the very concept of "day" and "night", most heads are currently laying merrily on their pillows. From the young to the old, from the rich to the poor, to your spouses and housekeepers, all of them are now quite proud to snore.

It is in these circumstances that you do your best work. A pile of papers adorns your desk, dutifully wrinkled and unwrinkled by your ever faithful menagerie. Here now comes Lynel, the vulpine encircling your feet talons as you settle yourself on the desk. Both of your Ravens snuggle in their nest while the Matriarch keeps a watchful eye from the other side of the mirror, her real body purring against her latest set of fish treats.

Which report would you like to peruse?

Check in on the Violant Voyagers Aside from the weekly reports of salvage and rescue operations, of course.

Hear from the Ambrosia Club The Recusant's pawprint is as prominent in them as ever, even when they're honey-stained.

Decode the latest findings of M.H. Chutt &c., Registered Actuaries What have the good and the great let slip this time?

Figure out what's going on in Rebel's Refuge Furnace still doesn't mind, you hope.

Read a dead drop from your own Revolutionary Cell It's unusually large this time around.

Communicate with Firmament Station Vacations have ended and everyone is back to their posts.

Inquire as to the Midnight Moon She gave you a discount this time around, you'd like to imagine it's because you did her a service.

Look beyond the mirror They are much better rested this time around.