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[hornrims]

[The habit of staying in hiding runs deep, and Richie is uncomfortable with broadcasting his face or voice over the network. In general he doesn't like the idea of the network but now he's getting desperate. It's been nearly a month that he's been here and still no sign of his brother. He had been standing right next to Seth before this. It didn't make sense.]

Right before you came here, were you with anyone? Did any of them come with you?

Has anyone been here a while before someone you knew turned up? How long did that take?

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[hornrims]

So what do you keep track of, if you're talking about patterns?

[Text]

[hearthebell]

Anything that can pass the time, or feel productive until whatever pattern you think you see breaks. I know it's not particularly uplifting, but it does quench compulsion, for a little while.

[text]

[hornrims]

Sounds like some Sherlock Holmes shit with the whole 'whatever's left must be the truth' kind of idea.

Are you a cop?

[text]

[hearthebell]

That's quite a conclusion to leap to. No, I'm not a police officer.

[Technically the truth.]

Are you a criminal, to be concerned with such a thing.

[text]

[hornrims]

It's not a leap. You reminded me of Holmes, who was a detective.

[text]

[hearthebell]

One you knew, or merely through reputation?

[hornrims]

Through books and shit. You know, really irritable but good at putting the pieces together? Has a doctor sidekick.

[hearthebell]

Ah. You're referring to a fictional detective.