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Feb 16, 2011 17:10

[From the rhythmic timing of the gentle swaying of the video feed, it's apparent that the owner is walking. Anybody who cares to watch for more than the first, silent ten seconds or so can then ascertain that they're not just walking, but pacing. With a soft tap, heels are clicked as the person in question turns and retraces the same steps, again and again like a cat on a rooftop, from one side of the room to the other, with only a faint murmuring audible in the background to break the monotony at all. Was that last bit a tad long? Try living it.

202 is...]

...BORED... Idle... This isn't right.

[Pace, pace...mutter, mutter...]

...Going to get sloppy. Need to be practicing. But there's nowhere to...

...Or is there? ...Ought to be researching... Doing something...

...Hm.

[The feed jerks suddenly to a stop as its broadcaster's incessant stepping suddenly halts. It jolts, then, raising up-- Apparently she's noticed that her watch was open. It swings drunkenly up, clearly being held loosely by its chain, coming to rest--more or less-- on a close up of one brilliantly green eye and the freckled cheek beneath it. The eye narrows as she realizes what's going on.]

To anybody receiving this transmission... I'd like to know where to find the library.

[A pause, and her expression softens somewhat.]

Please.

carmen sandiego, unit 202, c: lavi baka usagi

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