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[ACTION: Are you new in town? Wandering around looking lost? Staring and gawking at the drones and identical houses with a growing look of dread across your face?

If so, a tall teenager will shyly approach you. He's carrying a newspaper bag, but instead of the daily news, there are pamphlets poking out. He has a quiet voice and a light Irish accent.]

Ah, um, excuse me. Couldn't help but notice that you, um, seem to be feeling your out of place. I can explain, if you's like.

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[PHONE:]

Um.

N-No one's seriously considering the position of police chief, right? It's so suspicious... what if you get droned into the role, like Grad-- er, Evan Olney probably was?

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[volcanoes]

[He's stopped again.]

It wasn't your fault.

...But you shouldn't expect anything from Norway. It'd be better for you that way.

[It's just a statement of a fact, really. He has no particular grudge against Crowe, he doesn't want the guy to hold out hope that probably won't go anywhere.]

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[Crowe blinks at that statement wide-eyed for a moment, then his face just falls. He knows this, he really does. It's just not fun hearing it.

Weakly:] I know.

[volcanoes]

Okay. Good.

[There's another pause, and then he turns around and walks back over.]

Let's try again. [He holds his hand out for a handshake.] I'm Iceland.

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[Have another few blinks, before he returns the handshake.] Crowe. Calleo Crowe.

[volcanoes]

It's nice to meet you. [He seems weirdly serious about this.]

Okay, it's fine now.

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Um, likewise. [He manages a weak smile.] Ha, I hope so...