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[recollecters]

Welcome to Retrospec™, the last social media network you will ever need. You are one of the few selected to test this exciting new platform based on our cutting-edge algorithms. Less than two hundred invitations have gone out, and membership is not currently open to the public. However, we hope you will come to see how useful Retrospec™ is, given time. We have for your use a variety of features such as text, voice, video, and image posts. We encourage you to explore our many options. Anyway, now that the copypaste part is out of the way! Jim here, requesting you guys make your secret meetings a little more exciting. It's not like you're not trying with the whole "let's meet off the network!" dealio, but I have some serious concerns. For one thing, no secret handshakes or phrases? Not even dramatic meeting locations? The trying rating is about half a star if that. And I'm almost bored to tears with the whole back and forth about what's going on. Not bored enough to give you a cheat sheet, but still. I can't get myself taken off surveillance duty, so at least try to make it a little more exciting! You guys might like this wikihow. Later! Jim Halloway Research & Development Retrspec Incorporated Please feel free to use this post as a network mingle. Every toplevel can be considered a new post, and threadjacking is permitted. No NPC response will be given. Usernames are the character's full real AU names, not aliases or chosen nicknames or usernames, and seemed to have filled themselves in; nothing characters do can change or obscure their names currently. Characters who have been in game for more than one month will find they can change their profile pictures; newcomers are locked into their first choice. At various points throughout the day users will be sent images of themselves from behind, regardless of where they are. There doesn't seem to be any way to catch whoever might be taking and sending these, however, especially since being alone in a room doesn't seem to be a deterrent.

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[roseblooms]

A paper trail. At the very least it's better than nothing.

[He finishes up writing a few things on his own paper, then holds it out in front of him and reads it over silently a moment before looking up at her.]

Mine says effectively the same thing, just in different words and with slightly more detail, I think. I remember glancing at the clock just before I received the picture, so I have a good idea of what time it must've been taken.

[originallutece]

Mm.

[She frowns down at her paper again.]

What precisely are you two going to do? Poke around the building's edge?

[roseblooms]

I suppose we'll find out when we get there. I'm going along as...moral support.

[HE'S SUPER NOT.]

Are you worried about me?

[originallutece]

I wouldn't go so far as worried. Mildly concerned, perhaps. Don't smirk at me like that or I'll have you walk back home.

[roseblooms]

Smirking? Me? Perish the thought. I'm the very model of respectful deadpan.

[YUH-HUH.]

[originallutece]

And to think, I was going to let you drive me home before you went on your little errand.

[roseblooms]

[...WAIT HOLD UP this just got interesting. Cue him sitting up noticeably straighter at that.]

On what grounds could you possibly need me to drive you? You managed the way over well enough.

[originallutece]

It's been a long day, and I'm tired. I might as well let someone else drive, so long as you're here.

[That's not the real reason, but it sounds appropriate enough.]

[roseblooms]

...If you're sure.

[lol whipped, he thinks again, and mentally shoos away the thought before it can attach too hard to his train of thought.]

Well, I certainly wouldn't object, if that's what you want. It's not as though I get to drive a BMW every day, regardless of the reason.

[originallutece]

Oh, no.

[Now there's a hint of a smirk on her face, though it's not as enthusiastic as it might normally be.]

No, no, I said I would have. You lost out the moment you decided to be cheeky.

[roseblooms]

I'm fairly certain the way you're toying with me at present is some sort of violation of the Geneva Convention.

[howcouldthishappentome.mp3]

[originallutece]

Let this be a lesson to you on being nice-- not to everyone, mind, but simply me.

[She stands, offering the paper to the man behind the counter, and then adds over her shoulder:]

Though I suppose if you truly asked politely, I might consider it again.

[roseblooms]

I am the poster child for good manners and common courtesy.

[Which is not the same thing as being nice, and many people wouldn't catch that, but she will. Perhaps it'll make her smile, he muses as he joins her to submit his own form to the same clerk.]

Really, Dr. Lutece, in light of the harrowing day you've had — staying late at the lab and all — may I please extend you the courtesy of chauffeuring you home?

[originallutece]

[It gets a brief smile, at least-- and far more importantly, it gets him her keys, dropped into the palm of his hand.]

Well done, Fawkes, I'm ever so proud. Don't step too hard on the gas, please, it really does only need a light touch.

[roseblooms]

Lucky for us both I'm the poster child for deft yet sensitive handiwork.

[But he's smothering delight as he accepts the keys and turns them over and over in his hand like an ill-gotten prize, then curls his fingers around them eagerly and moves to hold the door for her in open suggestion.]

Shall we?