A Talk Among Shadows [for likeashadow ]

[in_the_cracks]

The building Telrim leads the way into is bare and functional, one high long room with a rough concrete floor. From inside, the walls look rather sturdier and shored up, and from them comes a faint electric hum. For Telrim, installing better security is just part of moving in.

And yet, as she steps in and the lights switch on, the warehouse is revealed to be empty. There's a table against one wall, a couple of chairs, an wooden crate of assorted things... but that's it. Telrim - and the handful of Yeerks who work with her - don't use this place as a storehouse. It's a staging ground.

The door slides shut behind them, and the Controller goes to pull out the table.  "Like a seat?" she asks over her shoulder. "There should be a couple of cushions in the box."

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[likeashadow]

Annah pauses, as she does not come from a very "touchy" society, but certainly understands a lot of teleportation magic (or tech) requires contact. She reaches out and wraps her hand around Telrim's shoulder. Her touch is unusually warm.

As they arrive, Annah immediately begins looking around taking in her new surroundings. She pauses to look up a moment, as well. She's been to planes with proper skies, but she still finds open sky slightly disconcerting, used to the torus-shaped Sigil curving in and around on all sides but the center of the ring, where the "sky" there is dominated by the view of the Spire. She quickly stops gaping, certainly not wanting to be taken for a Clueless Tourist, and goes back to assessing their position, entrances, exits, and obstacles.

She points at the larger of the buildings they stand between. "That's the place, aye?"

[in_the_cracks]

Telrim understands that feeling, to a degree - the Yeerk sense of boundaries is very questionable, but physical contact is rarely gentle, even when well-meant. She's momentarily surprised by the heat of Annah's touch, but there's no time to dwell on it.

The sky they arrive beneath is tinted orange with reflected light, no stars to be made out. Perhaps that's a comfort to anyone outside at this hour. Telrim doesn't know.

"That's it," she agrees, gaze flicking around to check for humans. Above their current position is a set of tall windows; she points further down to where the alley widens out, and there's a set of bigger doors into their building. "That's where they take most of their deliveries. We can get in there and find the circuit breakers to shut down the rest of their security, unless you have another idea."