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[perfectsymmetry]

[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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[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Thanks, sir. I appreciate it.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Ahright—

[He's about to say "bye" and hang up the phone when he realizes something.]

—Oh! Uh, you wouldn't happen to know where I can get a copy of'at pamphlet Dist wrote, wouldja? The Lieutenant showed me hers, but I wanted to get a copy or two for the household here.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes, I have some copies. I give them out from time to time. I can leave one in your mail box when I'm out on my paper route, if you like.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Yeah, if you can do'at for me, that'd be great.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Sure thing.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Ahright, well—I better get back to this setup I'm workin' on.

You an' Riza stay safe, Crowe!