[ stumbling in from a nondescript door is what looks like a disheveled and tired looking young man, amber eyes half lidded, until he sees where he is. The door has already shut behind him, but when he reopens it, the look on his face says that it's not exactly where he came from. He looks more perplexed and annoyed than scared as he gives up on the
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Really now. And Cyril and the Earl really didn't put you up to this?
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Nope. Most of us suspect Rhode first thing, you know. [He looks at the man curiously.] Any other questions?
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[ he knows that name, but says nothing. and of course, he was, at one point during the night, dressed (entirely on his own) as a mafioso, but the fedora and jacket have since been lost somewhere. ]
Hmm...yeah, I've got one more question. What's your name?
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... Afraid it's not a joke.
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You're pretty calm about all this.
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*Here, have a pamphlet.*
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[ but she blocks, pulling out a rumpled, folded pamphlet from her pocket. ]
Little late, though. I've already been debriefed.
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If it's mine then it's not one of my best.
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...if you're lying to me, boy. [ but she says that with absolutely no conviction, because even this is a bit far. ]
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[Walks around her to look around some more.] It looks familiar. Where are we?
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[ she pulls a wrinkled, folded pamphlet from her back pocket and hands it over. ]
That's suppose to explain it. Can't say it helps much though.
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I gathered just about as much. Can't say I entirely believe it though.
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[ he's distracted, though, looking her up and down. ]
...you remind me of someone.
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