Pushing the Sky!

[baka]

Fitz speaks up now: "And you just happen to be entertaining devotees of Mystrix in your mansion at the same time.

"Jeremy Fitzwilliam, pleased to meet you."

[Carthrat]

"Mystrix? Who's that?" asks Livingstone, wryly.

[baka]

"An evil pretender playing in the guise of a god," Fitz answers coldly.

[Carthrat]

"The online nickname of Bill Gates?" hazards Livingstone, blinking.

[baka]

Fitz bites back his anger. Still staring daggers at Livingstone, he replies: "You know very well what I am talking about. Clive was wearing her symbol in plain view."

[Carthrat]

"But Bill Gates is a man," replies Livingstone, snorting. "Whatever. Clive could be aligned with God, Allah, or the devil himself, but that's of no concern to me. Right now, my biggest concern is that he's making a mess of my audience room, which is why I must, regrettably, leave you for the time being."

With that, Livingstone rolls his eyes, turns on his heel, and starts heading up the stairs.

[Dracos]

"Bah, a weak position.   Can't keep your cool, Jeremy?"

Cosgrove frowned as he tried to think of a way to acquire the information about the crest.

"This lead is cooling, unless you can listen in on their 'discussion'?"

Dracos

[baka]

Fitz shifts uncomfortably where he stands. "I might be able to. I'm not sure. And even if I do, they might be able to tell that I am - the mage, at least. All I can do is try, I suppose."

He mumbles a prayer to Selene under his breath, praising her name and wisdom, asking for her aid, asking for some way to hear the other side of the wall.

[Carthrat]

Clairvoyance spells are tricky things. They generally require props- like a crystal ball or mirror- and some intense casting time. Fitz feels he can probably pull one out from nowhere, but it's almost certain to be detected -if, of course, that's a real mage up there.

[baka]

"I can probably manage something. But anyone who knows their stuff will be able to tell I'm doing it, and they won't be happy," Fitz confides to Cosgrove quietly. "It'll be a much easier if I have some kind of focus. A mirror, or something else reflective. Maybe even something like a.. you know, a gramaphone horn or something that shape. Might just get us sound..." Fitz ponders this.

[Carthrat]

There's nothing so conveniant as exactly what Fitz mentioned- but there *is* music coming from around here somewhere, now that they listen- probably a radio of some kind.

The room itself has a few portraits in it, including a profile of Livingstone himself, dressed up with 18th-century nobleman regalia. There's shiny brass here and there, too; used on the doorknobs and whatnot.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove frowned a bit, waiting.

Dracos

[baka]

Fitz follows the source of the sound cautiously, thinking it easier to hear what's going on from that, and that maybe it would be a little less detectable.

[Carthrat]

A bit of investigation reveals, on the same floor, a kitchen, in which cooking is being done. There's a few cooks preparing stuff- elegant meals typical of a nobleman.

There's a radio up on a shelf, just near the stove (full of pots with smoke coming out of them.)

[baka]

Fitz turns to Cosgrove and nods, then proceeds with the spell using the radio - there's not much point worrying about the cooks when "Clive" is likely to detect the intrusion anyway.