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Date: Febuary 1st, 2000
Setting: An empty room somewhere on the second floor.
Status: Private (Hastur & Ligur), though other characters could walk in on them if they want to.
Summary: Hastur and Ligur discuss their infernal plans



Ligur opened the dilapidated looking door and walked into the empty room. It was small, extremely dusty and the absence of any furniture or floor coverings gave it, in Ligur's mind at least, a pleasantly dilapidate air. The first time he'd stumbled across the place had been just after the Halloween party, when he'd been looking for somewhere to have a skulk in private, and it had struck him as an ideal spot to hold a clandestine plotting an schemeing session. At the time this had upset him somewhat as it only served to highlight the fact that he had nobody to plot and scheme with. Hastur's return however had rectified this situation. Both Dukes had of course been very busy of late with their respective projects, but Ligur felt that the time had come for them to pool their resources once more.

With a complex - and slightly obscene - looking hand gesture Ligur materialised a blood and bile splattered sofa (with a charming floral print), sat down and waited for Hastur to arrive.

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Hastur was fashionably late. He'd been detained by some very important business Down Below that only he could take care of.*

He sashayed in through the dilapidated door, rolling up still damp sleeves, and stopped in front of Ligur, admiring the fluid stained sofa (and its charming floral print), before formally greeting his partner in lurk. "All hail Satan."

*One of the infernal toilets had clogged again.