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 <p>Both instances of the skunk made a rude gesture at him.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Yeah, well, fuck you too.&rdquo; He laughed. &ldquo;Alright. The rest of the tasks will be specific to each group, so&ndash;&rdquo; He forked, and the new instance continued, &ldquo;&ndash;#Emissaries, with me to Emissary Staging#553a49c. The rest to Artemis Staging#ad89ae3.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Ey lingered for a few seconds and thought. One thing this project had that none of the others had had was the feeling of stepping away from home and leaving it behind completely. There would be no coming home for dinner after a day of interviewing or researching. There would be no returning to the tightly controlled chaos that had become the comforting dynamic among eir polycule. Ey stood, watching the others step away, including the other version of emself, and soaked in the sensation of longing.</p>
-<p>When ey stepped through to the DMZ staging sim, ey was greeted by a nearly identical board room to the one ey had just stepped away from. There were, ey noted, far more whiteboards lining the walls.</p>
+<p>When ey stepped through to the DMZ staging sim, ey was greeted by a nearly identical board room to the one ey had just stepped away from. There were, ey noted, far more whiteboards lining the walls, not to mention far more Odists and Jonases at work just beyond.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;We have an hour,&rdquo; Jonas said. &ldquo;So lets finalize our plans for information gathering.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Codrin pulled out a chair at the table and sat between Tycho and Sarah. &ldquo;Will this be mostly on Tycho?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>The astronomer shrugged. &ldquo;We&rsquo;re the science side, yeah, but we can exchange all the math we&rsquo;d like without meeting like this. I think it&rsquo;d be better to say that we&rsquo;ll be talking about the differences in how we learn and proceed through science. It&rsquo;ll be good to learn what we can, and I plan on asking a ton of questions, but it&rsquo;s almost more Sarah&rsquo;s arena.&rdquo; He grinned, added, &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t get me wrong, though. I&rsquo;ll still be more in my element than Tycho#Emissary.&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>&ldquo;What do you do?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>The skunk smiled and lifted her shoulders in a shrug. &ldquo;What I do best, my dear Codrin. I will guide the lines of questioning, perform risk analysis, and assess lines of control and weakness.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Ey had been prepared to make a mental note to pull apart her answer to come up with a way to divine her true intentions, but so honest was her answer that ey was wrong-footed into silence.</p>
+<p>They talked through a few more plans, though there was nothing that they had not already covered on the docket. Another short language quiz. First questions they&rsquo;d ask. A quick run-down of what textual descriptions of their races they had sent &mdash; firstrace seemed to be a sort of flexible synthetic creature equally comfortable on two or four legs, secondrace a relatively short being on two legs covered with a coat of fur, thirdrace what sounded like a sort of lizard, though it wasn&rsquo;t clear if they walked on two or four legs, with fourthrace sounding essentially human.</p>
+<p>All five of the party sat up with a start from a sensorium message, a little thrill of adrenaline, alerting them to the time.</p>
+<p>Codrin was startled at the lack of fanfare that their departure received. The Jonas who had been running the debriefing waved, and none of the others in the room did more than look over their shoulders as they were shunted over to the DMZ and ey was left blinking in the dappled sunlight of the meeting area.</p>
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