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[ Much like Nigel's first post, there is only silence when the device first clicks on. Eventually, though, the young man on the other end of the connection clears his throat. His tone is politely curious. ]

I've been told that the dead do not stay dead here and in ways much more involved than the occasional curse. Which leaves me wondering, City: is

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[byweavinglives]

Are you looking to be an undertaker, Nigel?

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I have the appropriate skill sets required.

[byweavinglives]

You also have the appropriate skills to assist a doctor, but I don't suspect you have any interest in that.

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My bedside manner is lacking.

[byweavinglives]

I'm far from the best judge on that.

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Then you'll simply have to take my word for it, Saya.

[ A pause. ] I'm looking for employment.

[byweavinglives]

I thought you were a minor.

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Seventeen. Old enough to work by most of the world's standards.

[byweavinglives]

Certainly by more than most. But until you turn eighteen, the City provides for you.

I'm not trying to dissuade you, I'm just letting you know.

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I'd like to keep busy and live by my own means.

[byweavinglives]

Are you looking for your own apartment as well?

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[ Definitely: ] No.

[ A beat. ] Unless you'd prefer I live elsewhere.

[byweavinglives]

No. I like where you are.

[Who knows why? Saya has her own reasons for everything]

Perhaps the hospital is looking for someone to assist in the morgue. I'll speak to Robert about it.

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And Robert is...?

[byweavinglives]

A doctor.

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Trustworthy?

[ In they're very skewed definition of trust, of course. ]