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You post a topic, list, category, whatever, in comments. (examples: "Five SG-1 Mission Reports That Were Less Than Entirely Truthful", or "Five Times Bruce Banner Lost His Toothbrush," or "Five Ways Nikola Tesla Failed to Take Over the World"). I'll answer with a list of
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"Cate," Ilsa said slowly, "exactly how much experience does your contact have with cold data?"
Cate was busy marking off clincher cases, essentially the stack of reports from other law enforcement departments in the city on how they had handled anyone that turned out to be a special-type human. Cate's job was to ensure the Unit didn't have to bat cleanup behind them.
At Ilsa's question, she sat up and her eyes unfocused for a moment. "My contact?"
Marc commented from his own stack of paperwork, "The processor."
"Rachelle?" Cate made a point of focusing in on Ilsa, who nodded. "How cold? What kind of data?" she promptly returned.
"I have a dimensional empathic signature and no forensics obtainable by normal means."
Cate blanched.
Marc looked up with interest. "Been walking the city again?"
Jarod cursed impressively. "Please let me know when you're going to do that. I need to get ( ... )
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Also interesting is Ilsa's habit of walking the city. That needs more exploration as well.
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That's part of how I met Ilsa. Will have to find more time to show this habit of hers.
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Ilsa in the city could be part of your next prompt fest. Or another of these.
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Because one still wants fluff, of course, but sometimes fluff won't answer prompts. As I noticed several times with mine. I still don't know how to get Quinn that bump to knock sense into him.
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I also really like the potential with the interfacers. That's... really something.
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Yeah. I've got to do something with the interfacers.
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