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[broughtthegirl]

Zachary Hale  12/16/17 near Recolle

Starting this by saying the name on my damn profile is wrong. And yeah, already contacted technical support.  Anyway, the name's Booker DeWitt. Not exactly a fan of social networking, but plenty people use this, right?  I work for Recolle Metro as a Detective, but I'm extending my services to Private Eye work. Spread the word, give me a call, whatever piques your interest. Got ten years of experience and rates are fair.  Direct message me for questions or details.

Comments

[originallutece]

Good grief, you sound your age. "Not exactly a fan of social networking"?

[broughtthegirl]

Says the one who's only a few years off from me.
It's pointless.

[originallutece]

Except /I/ sound far more natural here.

I imagine it's only a matter of time before you're hired to investigate the Retrospec building. Take me along when you do.

[broughtthegirl]

After the first week I had with the damn app? I'd do that for free.
You trying to become a junior detective?
I'll get the little stickers we keep for the school field trips to the precinct.

[originallutece]

Try putting that sticker on me, see where it gets you.

I have my reasons for wanting it. You can likely guess them, if you're not intent on being sarcastic.

[broughtthegirl]

When am I ever sarcastic?

[originallutece]

Name one instance in which you've ever been sincere.

[broughtthegirl]

Visited your ungrateful behind during your damn conference.

[originallutece]

First of all, phrase that differently next time.

Second of all, that was a mutually beneficial moment, and while enjoyable, not actually an instance of sincerity.

[broughtthegirl]

Wasn't I the one who treated you to dinner most of that week?
How's that not sincere?

[originallutece]

[. . .]

This is not an argument we're having here.

[originallutece]

It was dinner as a means to an end.

[broughtthegirl]

We're not having this argument here, yet here you are putting the tracks down for it.
Just saying, I'm not conducting this train.

[originallutece]

Because if I /don't/ you're forever going to count it as a win.

[broughtthegirl]

You're assuming I don't already?
It's like you don't even know me, Ros.

[originallutece]

How on earth is that a win for you. It's not even a proper argument, you can't simply cite things like that.

[broughtthegirl]

Because it's been damn near four years, and you're still as reactionary as you were the day we met.

[gudaguda]

Unfortunately they're not gonna change no matter how much you ask... they're really shady, Retrospec. If you're a detective then you can look into them and how messed up it is they have a grip on everyone's phones.

[broughtthegirl]

Realized that a long time ago, kid.
And I started taking a look a while back. Not exactly an easy trail to follow.

[gudaguda]

That means you tried and failed? :(

[broughtthegirl]

It /means/ I haven't gotten far.
Those manipulative pricks know how to hide in the shadows without leaving a trail.

[gudaguda]

Oh crap. You know, no matter how many people we have trying to find answers about Retrospec,
nobody seems to get anywhere.

It's frustrating. Sometimes people end up in different places where they might die, or they get weird memories from a life that isn't theirs and just... weird things. It's annoying after a while. Sorry to bother you about it... you just seemed really competent.

[originallutece]

Nonsense. You're infuriating; anyone with a lick of sense would react.

[broughtthegirl]

[ Bless this child for calling him competent. ]

Doesn't mean I haven't stopped trying.
I can't say I've experienced any strange memories of my own, but the shift in my perception of reality lit enough of a fire under my ass to keep going.
So, no.
You aren't a bother.

On that note, any information you might have that might steer me in a direction is appreciated.

[broughtthegirl]

I wouldn't be so sure.
This kid commenting on my post says I'm pretty competent.