[JPV Headquarters, Southwestern Pennsylvania, USA - 07:57 EST]

Deep in the headquarters of the Jihad Praxeum Veneficus (The Jihad's Premier School of Wizardry[tm]), 
a lone, tired mage was getting ready to welcome the morning shift in the watch room.  She prepared to cast a 
sponge detection spell for the last time before she would be able to crash gratefully into her bed.  Thanks to 
one of the many advances made by the JPV in the few years that it had been in action, a lone mage was able to 
amplify a detection spell to cover a much wider area.

She concentrated, running the spell through her mind as she had done hundreds of times before.  At the 
culmination, she reached out to a plain looking sphere and placed her hands on either side.  A few short moments 
passed before she jumped back in shock, the spell broken prematurely.  She rushed to the comm screen and was 
reaching for a button completely obscured by a handwritten post-it:

"AC's Personal Quarters.  Do not press.  Ever.  I don't care if an out-of-control fireball spell is melting through 
the basement.  I don't care if a low-level initiate is being chased around the student lounge by a Great Demon of 
Hell.  I don't even care if Creeping Horrors are slithering through the hallways looking for Japanese schoolgirls.  
Well... maybe then.  Actually, no.  Seriously, you really just do NOT want to press this button."

When, mercifully for our as-yet unnamed mage-on-the-watch, at that moment a priority call interrupted her possibly 
suicidal (or at least really-seriously-scowl-worthy) action.  The caller asked to immediately be transferred to 
the ArchChancellor wherever he may be.

Pausing for a moment, weighing her duty versus her sense of self-preservation, she saw the new shift decide to walk 
in at that exact moment.  He was spun around by a mage-shaped blur through the door and regained his balance just in 
time to notice with dread the post-it fall off the now-lit Comm-button for the AC.

"Shit."

[JPV HQ - AC's Quarters - 08:00 EST]

Puppeteer opened his eyes and tried to will the alarm to stop.  It was only recently that he finally was able to get 
a normal nights' sleep and let his subordinates handle day-to-day business.  This was actually one of the first nights 
in quite a while where he had thought he'd be able to get a full night.  If he didn't answer, maybe they'd catch the 
hint and leave him alone.

...

...

"AUGH!!!  ALRIGHT FUCKING ALREADY!!!  I'M COMING!!!"

The ArchChancellor slammed the button, displaying a fearful young mage who at this point would give back all the extra 
pay he received for watch service just to not be there at that moment.

"WHAT...  DO YOU...  WANT?"

"Uh...  yeah.  Uhm.. sir, you have a call from.. well...  it's a video message, but..  ah... anyway, she said it was 
important and... I--"

"OUT WITH IT MAN!"

The mage's face went white.

"Wellsirit'skatzeandshesaidshereallyneedstotalktoyouandheresheis."

*CLICK*

Puppeteer was surprised to see Katze's face on the screen.  He noticed her expression and calmed down right quick.

"Pupp, we've got a major problem."

[JPV HQ - 10:00 EST]

"...so, i've had the guys in the Detection department double, triple and quadruple-check.  According to 
them, and this agrees with my own conclusion, there are no more of the Purple One's forces anywhere on this planet, not 
to mention in the near vicinity."

Over the video-feed, Katze paused for a moment, thinking.

"Okay then.  Video-conference with the rest of the JAO Heads in an hour.  Be there or be square.  And for Gods' 
sake, Pupp, get some clothes on."

Katze smirked and the video feed shut off.  Puppeteer looked down at what he was wearing.  For the first time, he 
realized he was still in his pajamas.  It wouldn't be an issue except for the little moons and stars liberally sprinkled 
throughout.  He thought a bit and decided it was probably a good thing she couldn't see his gorilla slippers.