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[Okay. So. It works sort of like an online chat. That's what Jayden's figured out from the time he's spent under slight medical care -- still suffering from cracked ribs and other surface damage -- and settling in to his new apartment. He's had basic questions answered, been assured this is real and he's not insane, and read the "Guide."

Now, is he convinced he's not tied up tight in some psych ward, rocking in place and staring at the wall? Hell no. Really? That seems the most likely situation.

But whether this is real or just a complex hallucination he's stuck in, he'll play along.]

Um. Good afternoon, Lu...ceti? Hope that pronunciation's right. [Close enough. The New England accent is extremely evident.] Agent Norman Jayden, FBI. [He holds up the identification card he found in the shops.] Looks... like I'm gonna be here for awhile with all of you.

[...Shit. He should say something else, probably. But. What?

Well...]

So, most of my stuff's here. Found it over the last couple days and all. But I'm missing a pair of sunglasses. Pretty plain, but they've [it's risky, but he can hope it's taken for a brand; that's how they were designed to look] got "A," "R," "I" on the side of them. Anyone seen 'em? I'd like 'em back.

Um. Other than that. Yeah.

Guess... it's nice to meet you all?

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The USA's Federal Bureau of Investigation, ma'am. [Well, apparently his mind isn't supplying all of its creations with that sort of knowledge. Interesting.]

I'm hoping they do. They're... important to me, at least.

I see. You should find it interesting here then. [So some kind of intelligence agency. She can't help but be intrigued by it.]

What is it you do for them?

I investigate criminal activity, ma'am.

Pity that there is little here to investigate. [that she knows of] But I'm sure I can arrange something if you start feeling restless.

I... think I'm overdue for a vacation, actually.

[A very long vacation in a nice, insurance-paid psych ward.]

Well then, this place will certainly provide until it doesn't. [she rests her chin on her hand] Though I'm not sure if it will be worth it.

Worth it?

The Malnosso are a precocious bunch. On occasion you'll be taken against your will--changed perhaps, or drafted. You will make friends and watch them be changed or drafted or lose them when they're sent home. Occasionally they will even be turned against you. But that is the price of Luceti.

[she speaks lightly enough. As if this is just a simple fact]

[Nightmare elements. Of course. Wouldn't be a good case-induced (okay, more than that, but the case was probably the tipping point) loss of sanity without that.]

I'll keep that in mind. Seems I'm not going anywhere for awhile.

[Not until the anti-psychotics kick in, at least.]

Probably not. May as well make the best of it, ne? [she hesitates a moment] By the way, if you happen to meet a man named Smoker... Give him my regards.

I'll... remember that, ma'am. Though-- whose regards am I giving him?

I'm sure he'll know. And even if not, it's part of the mystery, ne?

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