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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]

( That's true.

She wants to find him. Has to find him, if for nothing else but her own peace of mind, her own answers. But here isn't that place. And for now, she can only guess that he's still at home. Somewhere. Missing for who knows what reason.

So now, her goal has to become getting back. Somehow getting back.

Another mystery to solve. )

You're right. Thanks. It's good to know how this place works.