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OOC: Takes place not too terribly long after this thread.

After certain events at the Chicago harbor there had been considerable amusement within the Æon Society over the pairing up of Annabelle Newfield and Connor. (Whitley Styles had won the betting pool, despite Jake's claim that he cheated.)

As for the reactions of the other FreakAngels to the news, well, who knows?

There was a furious spate of trouble starting the very next day, of course. All of the Society's founders have been run ragged for the last few weeks. For the moment though, things are quiet. (Or at least, if things ARE going crazy somewhere, someone else is handling the problem.)

Annabelle and Jake got back in town at some ungodly hour this morning, whereupon she fell asleep on one of the couches near the fireplace. (Jake is probably off somewhere regaling a pretty woman or two with tales of said adventure, because that's what he does.)

What is it with evil geniuses and their tendency to paint skulls on things? At the moment, a fierce battle is afoot on the decks of a particularly large black zeppelin with a skull painted on it.

No one is shooting (bullets + hydrogen gas = BOOM), but the melee is intense....

Sometimes the Society has to dabble a bit in espionage and under-cover work to find out who the bad guys are and strike at the heart of the problem. They have recently received information from a Medium in London, who received her information from a deceased young man of the upper crust. Someone is targeting well-to-do couples for indoctrination into a cult and, in at least one instance, then arranging for them to come to a very terminal end.

To find out what's going on, they need someone who can both infiltrate the group and protect themselves if and when things go to Hell in a hand-basket. At the moment, that means Annabelle is going to have to spend an evening or two posing as a proper lady.

This is not a thought that fills her with joy. However, if Connor was along....well, the whole affair might even end up being pleasant instead of a few steps up from torture.

It's been an interesting year and a half since Tanya joined the Æon Society. After quite a bit of training, she's achieved the informal status of Novice Operative. The Society isn't terribly keen on things like rank, but after a certain point you're out of training and able to try your hand in the field.

There was an Incident in Japan that resulted in Annabelle and Tanya being sent to handle the problem. The city has been saved, the monster slain, and the day is nearing its end. Annabelle is achy and tired by the time they make their way back to the Ryokan that has been generously offered to them in thanks for their help. "If I ever find out who's bright idea it was to make a giant fire-breathing lizard thing, I'm going to shoot them in the face," she grumbles. "The damn thing just wouldn't die."

Thankfully, this ryokan is also an Onsen. This means that there are hot springs to soak away aches and pains in, which Annabelle is planning to utilize extensively.

"I think both of us could use a soak," she says to Tanya with a small smile. "That was good work you did today, you saved a lot of lives."

Time has passed, as it tends to do. The Æon Society has recently received word of people going missing in Greenland, and not the kind of people you'd expect to go missing, either. Natives and experienced trackers and wilderness experts have simply gone missing for no readily discernible reason.

That's why Annabelle Newfield and Connor are here to investigate. Mysterious disappearances tend to be their kind of trouble, one way or the other.

A friend of Jake's has dropped them off in a remote village with his plane before haring off on another errand.

Eventually, the jungle was left behind and the FreakAngels and the members of the Æon Society made their way to Æon's headquarters in Chicago.

The headquarters looks, to the casual observer, much like the home of someone who is very well to do. It is, of course. Maxwell Anderson Mercer is a very wealthy man, philanthropist or no, after all. It's only when you look deeper and realize how solidly built the place is and that certain extra security measures are in place that it begins to reveal itself for what it is.

Namely, the home base of people who, not to put too fine a point on it, quite a lot of dangerous people want dead.

There is an island of calm in the hustle and bustle, the Archives. Every piece of research, every note, every adventure of the Society's members is in here...somewhere.

It's been a hell of a few days, that's for sure. The FreakAngels weren't sure what would happen when they tried to punch a hole in the world, but ending up in another universe entirely wasn't it.

Their...hosts, for lack of a better term, seem entirely nonplussed at their slowly recovering psychic abilities.

They considered trying to escape, of course, but where are they going to go when they're stuck in the middle of the freaking Amazon?

That, and there are monsters lurking in the jungle that their hosts are still cleaning up. They saw the girl their age, Annabelle, kill three of them just yesterday.

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