@Athena
It takes less than a thought to travel the six or seven blocks to your destination and once you arrive, you're a bit surprised. There sure is a lot of activity at the school tonight! There's maybe a hundred or so auras flitting around the place, most of which are mundane, young, unaugmented, and in good health, although most are addicted to some minor thing or another. For the most part, all the auras here are a mix of happy, nervous, excited, horny, and hopefull. There are two auras that stand out like sore thumbs in this crowd. Both are older, moderately to heavily augmented, mundane, and radiate an aura of calm cool void. You're fairly certain these are the ones mother will need to meet with.
Your new spirit ally circles around the two astral forms and looks up at you with hope and joy in its "eyes". It speaks with the giddy glee of a child faced with a bathtub full of icecream.
"Are THESE the ones? Should I burn THESE two?"
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[Douglas Anderson School of the Arts, Jacksonville Florida, 11:58pm, November 5th, 2075]
Following Hornet's directions, the team pulled into the rear parking lot of the school for talented rich kids about 5 minutes ago to find it was still fairly full. Not only that, but despite it being near midnight on a friday, the lights in the courtyard and the fountain are still on and there's a small amount of activity in the lot and courtyard. "There must be a big rehearsal tonight or something." says Hornet from the backseat, sitting a teeny bit uncomfortably next to the comatose young ork woman. Zippy easily finds a parking space that is both facing the fountain, an acceptable distance from it, and easy to get out of quickly.
From here, several forms can be seen in the courtyard area, maybe 8-12 people in small groups of 2-4 each. Even from a distance, it's obvious that most of these groups are high school age kids, talking animatedly with papers in their hands, scripts perhaps. A couple groups seem older, possibly parents waiting to pick their kids up.
Baba Yaga, through magnified vision, can easily make out the two men who don't belong here. One of them is an ork she doesn't recognize, but he looks Krubb what with his fancy Vashon Island suit and mirrorshades at night. The one you do recognize is wearing dark brown hiking boots, tan track pants, and an expensive longsleeve shirt that looks like the comfiest garment you've ever laid eyes on. A modest but expensive gold chain hangs around his neck. It's definitely Twine, in the flesh. This must be as serious as you've been told if the big man himself is willing to come down into the trenches.
