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[ When the feed starts up, Jessica's sitting there with her lips pursed like she's sucking on a lemon drop. She had a willing person. She'd done this before. Badly one of those times, but--well, whatever! She had a plan this time so potential death wouldn't happen again.

She clears her throat. She'd had plenty of time to rehearse this and get used to being able to send videos instantly--Youtube was still a baby in her time, okay--so here goes! ]

Hey, Mah-nato? Mee-nato? God, I hope I'm sayin' your name right. Uh, anyway. I know you been through some crazy shit, but I'm 'bout ready for some blood, if you don't mind.

[ She breathes out. He was so nice, so she was sure it'd be okay to ask, even if the timing was shit. But with all that fuckery on Monday, she felt like she needed it. ]

Lemme know when's good for you? 'Kay, bye.

[ After a few seconds of awkward silence, she makes a soft "oh!" sound before she remembers to shut the feed off. Well, that was easier than she thought it'd be!

Too bad she didn't realize her private message was far from private. Maaaaybe she should've played around with her device more. ]

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Anyone tell you that everyone got this yet?

[ Something about this makes her sass levels go back up. She gives him such a look. ]

Nah, you're the first. And this so isn't the most embarrassin' day of my fucked up life. Thanks for your help, mister.

[He just grins at her. He needs a distraction and, unfortunately, trolling is one way Kay lets off steam. Though, in this case, it's also partially a reaction to the sass.]

No problem. Any further help is available the first Friday of the next month.

[ Jessica makes a face. ] Like I'd even bother!

[ Okay, maybe that was a little mean. She puffs out her cheeks as she blows out a sigh. ]

Whatever. Sorry. Just wish y'all'd stop gettin' on me for, like, wantin' somethin' to eat. 'S not like I can help it.

[The thought of blood-drinking does make Kay uncomfortable since, in his world, something like that would guarantee that she was a government weapon designed to kill everyone who came near her. He shoves the feeling aside since she's not from his city and that clearly isn't the case here.]

[He shrugs.]

Even here, it doesn't seem to be a common request. The name's Kay, by the way. Nice to meet ya.

[ Her lips press together for a moment before she sighs again. ] Jessica.

But, like, I mean, I can't be the only weirdo 'round here. I heard there's fuckin' robots and shit! And-And, like, he offered it to me! I'm not gonna turn down someone who wants to be helpful.

[ Evidence! So much of it! See how not weird she is?! ]

You're not. I'm not sure about vampires, but the people throwing magic around are pretty weird. Wonderland collects unusual people like we're stamps.

[It's usually pulling him out of a bad situation, though, so Kay doesn't really mind.]

[ Magic. Urk. She makes a face at that. ] You're tellin' me. I already seen enough magic to last me a lifetime.

[ She raises her eyebrows, curious. ] So. You sayin' you're a weirdo, too?

I am the youngest police inspector in Sakia. Head of the Special Task Force.

[Or was the youngest police inspector. He lost that job when he went to jail.]

[ Her upper lip curls a bit. Eww. Police. Ruiners of parties and assholes on fucking wheels, in her humble opinion. ]

Why would you wanna go doin' somethin' like that when you're young? How young we talkin', anyway?

Late twenties. [He was never told when he was born so he doesn't know his exact age. Since this is a position that people usually reach in their late thirties or early forties, his quick rise through the ranks gained a lot of attention.] I wanted to catch all the powerful people who used their influence to subvert our laws and put them in jail. This position was the best way to do it.

Oh. Huh.

[ She thought he wasn't that old. People nearing or in their thirties were practically ancient to her. ]

That sounds borin' as hell.

[Kay's brow twitches as he remembers his subordinates nearly dying several times, handling a bomb threat, getting shot during said bomb threat situation, and getting framed for murder.]

I wish it was.

[ She raises an eyebrow, her face plastered with the worst of annoying teenage disbelief. ]

Really? Uh-huh. You don't gotta try and impress me, y'know.

I'm not. My task force was there to take down the person selling a new drug and the retaliation has been a bit more exciting than I would've liked. But the guy responsible is gone now, so things should calm down.

[ Eh, maybe she's being too hard on him. So she'll at least put in some effort to be interested. ] I guess that's kinda cool?

Sorry, guess I'm not a good judge of this stuff. Biggest thrill of my life used to be goin' on church trips.

What were those like?

[His city is completely isolated, so he's never been on anything that could be considered a trip. He's curious.]

[ She jerks and stares at him like he's grown a second head. Who'd want to know about those shitty things? Other than him, anyway. ]

Well, I'd spend who knows how long on a hot ass bus with a bunch of other people, goin' who knows where to go spoutin' shit about Jesus and God and blah blah blah. Half the time it was just to harass people for no good reason. I really hated those ones. But other times, we'd do way less shitty stuff, like campin' or raisin' money for charity. Least it meant gettin' outta my shitty house for a while.

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