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[goddamnrain]

[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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[goddamnrain]

...Okay. [No idea what the giant talking green thing is referring to, but he'll play along.] I will.

[i_speak_softly]

[He forgets to explain things.]

[There's silence for a while, the conversation seemingly over, and then:

Shell, was the video on...?

[goddamnrain]

[He doesn't see the response right away but, when it catches his eye, he plays it and replies in due form.]

It was, actually.

[i_speak_softly]

I'm sorry. I try not to do that to the New Feathers.

[goddamnrain]

...New Feathers?

[i_speak_softly]

You know. People who just got here.

[goddamnrain]

...Interesting.

[i_speak_softly]

Um. I'll just go now.