<div class="floatright">(http://www.elfpack.com/stuff/blonde-girl.jpg?jpg=y)</div>Lace dressed slowly and carefully, secreting various tools into portions of her outfit, brushing her hair, curling and brushing again.  Her objective was—without making any substantial changes to her features—to present such a different style from the mousy librarian they knew as “Coleen Chaney” that they wouldn’t recognize her if they met.<br/>She wore a scoop necked white blouse and black corset—a generous expanse of cleavage teasing the onlooker through the lace that rose up to her throat. She clipped a disposable coming into a skin depicting several clockwork gears.   Her purse conained all manner of useful trinkets from data chips to a tesla coil, and hidden in her cane was an orichalcum rapier.<br/>Checking herself one last time in the mirror, lace donned faux-kid white gloves and started out the door.  She would take the buss and count on one of the driver’s from the usual group to show up.  If it proved to be wise, she would steal a car.<br/><br/>The hanging gardens—Lace discovered—were an ordinary enough middle class restaurant save for the hydroponically grown vegetables and herbs lining the walls.   Moving towards the aforementioned table, she found noted that Mr. Johnson was a Miss—a sable skinned elf with snow white hair and intelligent blue eyes.<br/><br/>“Lace I presume?” she inquired.<br/><br/>The blond replied with a nod and a polite smile.  “You have me at a disadvantage, miss…?”<br/><br/>She quirked a smile.  “Just Johnson will do.  Nice try though.  Have a seat.”<br/>