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[rchrdmayhewdick]

The thin strains of a jazz combo--piano, string bass, cornet, and drum kit, gradually insinuate themselves into the general hubbub of the Nexus, as one dark corner slowly brightens to reveal a coatrack bearing a trenchcoat and fedora, a desk cluttered with pictures, newspaper clippings, and empty bottles, and a man sitting behind that desk with his

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[startactician]

You are a very strange fellow. Who are you talking to?

[rchrdmayhewdick]

The piano does a mellow riff on the Transformers theme.

He was a tall drink of water. Looked like army surplus by way of a four-year-old's worst nightmare. But that's the city for you--takes all kinds. I decided to play it cool. Big boy might have the answers I needed.

"Whoever's here."

[startactician]

Very strange. Your office is exactly where it was before, I assume. It's you that's moved. *does he even know that we can hear him?*

[rchrdmayhewdick]

I could hear the words, but they didn't make sense. It was like he was speaking Chinese. Or French. Or Chinese. Shut up. I'm tired.

"So where am I?"

[startactician]

((You copied me!))

[startactician]

((I'm not sure. We both said some varient of "where you left it" as relates to the office, although I think you said it before I did))

[vicioussweetie]

"On holiday?"

[rchrdmayhewdick]

Ominous, the quartet starts a slow crecendo.

A redhead. If you look in my personal thesarus, there's another word for redheads: trouble. And there's a lot of words for trouble: blonde, brunette, redhead, women, dogs, cats, men, fish, and thesaruses. There's a reason I never got a book deal. An-hey, guys, could you keep it down?

The music quiets, but remains ominous.

That's better. Anyway, she was trouble, like it'd been stamped on her when she broke the mold that made her. She was so much trouble, I could hear my metaphors mixing. Then again, my job's to get into trouble. I'm Richard. Richard Mayhew. Private dick. Trouble like her, it could be worth getting into.

"On holiday where?"

[vicioussweetie]

"I'm afraid I wouldn't know. Not here, clearly. And yes, I'm worlds of trouble. Welcome to the Nexus."

[rchrdmayhewdick]

People kept saying I'd gone somewhere. I had the feeling they wanted to take me for a ride. This one was smart. She figured I had her number, tried to rattle my cage. I'm no parakeet. I could go for a cracker, though.

"What's the Nexus."

[chicagowizard]

I took it out back and shot it.

[rchrdmayhewdick]

"Funny."

My two good buddies were egging me on. This kid was just begging to meet 'em, and Colt's got a real solid handshake.

[alphacopper]

Someone please tell me he isn't law enforcement.

[rchrdmayhewdick]

Well, well, if Benji didn't have a mouth on him. De Carabas talked to rats. I wondered what kind of creep would talk to the husky, and had the sinking feeling I'd be finding out. It was one of those days.

"I'm a private eye."

The cornet does a subtle fanfare, just enough to highlight the Main Character.

[alphacopper]

Well that's good. At least the force can't get blamed for your incompetence, then.

...Where the hell is that music coming from?

[rchrdmayhewdick]

"What music?"

How should I know?

The cornet plays a few strains of the theme from "Old Yeller."