PARADISA LOST

[Alleria is at the hotel in the lobby, bored. Bored! She's been running up and down the stairs the whole morning, but now there seems to be a lull in her duties. And so, she flips open her journal.

A voice comes over the pages, slightly out of breath. But just slightly -- she's trying very hard to hide it, you see.]

If this is meant to be Earth, I don't know how you're all not dead yet. Even in this body, I can feel how fetid the air is in this place. I was surprised to even see trees, though I suppose they've adapted. So I suppose you all have adapted as well.

Still -- I would much prefer it if this place had dropped us somewhere less polluted.

[Somebody's cranky ...

A pause, fingers audibly tapping on the book. And then she adds, her breathing now under control:]

Sylvanas. How many parcels have you brought to rooms today?

[ooc. alleria is a bellhop at elrond's hotel -- so this is open in person as well as over the journal! also open for kisses, planned or unplanned :3]

[Filtered away from Arthas Menethil, Riful, those known as "first gens," and any who would aid the aforementioned by imparting this information.]

[The following is dictated into the journal. The voice is strong and composed, businesslike, but with an underlying sense of disdain and impatience. She speaks slowly, pausing rarely, though it should be obvious that this is an unrehearsed speech; there is an angry passion beneath her words that is just barely being kept in check.]

This is an open letter to those in the "Peace Patrol."

I am Ranger-Captain Alleria Windrunner of the Farstriders of Quel'Thalas, head scout of the Alliance Expedition to Draenor. If these credentials mean nothing to you, then you will understand how your credentials mean nothing to me.

If one retains even the slightest ability of sight and hearing, they will have noticed that there is an assault being planned. This much is clear.

What is not clear, however, is what information is available. And just what is being kept from the rest of us.

We do not have the luxury of such ridiculous cloak-and-dagger exercises. There are dangers here, dangers that you must not underestimate. I do not care who you are, nor do I care what powers or abilities you have -- there are more in this castle than your ridiculous little club, and we have much to offer.

You need us. You cannot do this alone. You cannot do this by yourselves, and if you think you can get away with commanding us as though we are your little peons, not fit to be informed until the last moment, you are all fools. And you will have at least one less ally when the time comes.

Please be advised that any response that is filtered directly to me will be summarily made available to view by everyone else. I've no patience for secrecy, and I've no time for games.

[And then the last bit is added in a decidedly sarcastic tone.]

I thank you for your cooperation.

[Filtered away from Ino.]
[written]

What sort of flowers would you bring to a person to indicate gratitude? Assuming you do not know this person well, but have learned she has an interest in flowers, is there any particular species that lends itself well to this sort of thing?

( Filtered to Sylvanas and Vereesa. )