<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Coco_monochrome.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Ventura</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tozispix<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Mandolin<br/>HP: 24/24 | AC: 14 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 2nd - ●●<br/>Active Effects: Disguise Self</span><br/><hr/><hr/>When in cover it was important to be absorbing all the details. Remember everyone's name, particularly their title if they stood on it, pick up snippets and small details about their personal lives that might be important later. Sadly this function was a bit too public to really dig deep into people's secrets, but one never knew when "oh we met at a funeral, how's your garden, are you still having trouble with the mawberry trees" could get one out of a jam - or into one.<br/><br/>It wasn't bad, all things considered - petty struggles were the sort of social oil that lubricated lives, which everyone here was covered in until they were as slippery as a greased pig. But considering the<em>real</em>Azorius safety specialist had been distracted for the evening by a couple of tarts with a uniform fetish and a generous inventory of rope, Ventura Wray had the distinct impression that her patsy was having a lot more fun than she was right now.<br/><br/>But she had also come away with some actually useful information - the outlines, at least. In particular, about a certain explosives expert, and how a certain someone's entourage smelled. She didn't have exact details, but if some Golgari shrew thought she could get away with supplanting Ventura while stealing the face of one of her long-dead colleagues, well, a little lesson was in order. And as Tozispix jumped up and down and yelled to get her attention, she suspected she could make a confederate in that. She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose as she examined the tiny green ragamuffin out of the corner of her eye. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.<br/><br/>After a few seconds of that, she pretended to have just noticed the loud goblin. "Ah, pardon me, miss," she excused herself from learning about a waitress' woes of not receiving enough tips, and not a moment too soon, "the work of the law is never done. Remember what I said about the cream!"<br/><br/>"Hello, darling," she crouched down to get on eye level with the goblin. Her glasses gleamed in the light, hiding her eyes, and she smelled of lavender perfume, "are you looking for the fire exit?" She thumbed over her shoulder, "I think I saw it go that way."