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[dylinquent]

( The girl who appears on the feed might be easy to recognise as the girl who helped Jill splatter paint across the temples, or the girl who made sure people left the bar before Shadow blew it up.

But she isn't here to talk about either of those. In fact, it doesn't seem like an issue at all. )

Hey.

( She clears her throat, looks down for a moment. )

My name's, uh, Dylan. I just got here. ( Which is probably obvious. ) Not that I'm here to talk about that.

Has anyone met somebody called Richard Blake? I've got video of him- ( The way her voice cuts off is an obvious tell that it's footage she can't get to that easily. ) - um. If anyone has a charger.

( She's clinging to this bit of hope. This one bit that says he's here. It'd be too convenient, but she wants to believe. )

If you know anything, tell me.

( She's desperate. )

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[dylinquent]

Not yet.

I'm going to find him. He's just. Not here.

( Maybe he's back home. She'll find him when she gets back. )

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[wendigoner]

he could still come here though. people show up every month!

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[dylinquent]

( That's a possibility, but wouldn't he already be here? Unless he disappeared somewhere home and then turned up here. Maybe that could happen. )

So we just wait?

( She'd rather find a way to find him. Get out of here and try again. The watch was a dead end, but maybe there's a way to track the woman in the ugly coat. )

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[wendigoner]

yeah... sorry, i know that sucks ):

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[dylinquent]

No.

I mean, it's not really any different than what I was doing before this place.

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[wendigoner]

it isn't?
what do you mean?