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[ This particular post starts off accidentally - camera capturing little else other than the night time sky of the City. There's a bit of ambient noise in the background, mostly snippets of other pieces of conversation. There's a sudden shift of view as someone picks up the device and the network gets an eyeful of a middle-aged woman, one split brow quirking upward at the blinking light of the ongoing video feed.

Eames is caught offguard, considering he had no plans to toy around on the network while he's like this. He's less interested in showing off and more concerned over keeping the appearance of being a woman and his own personal identity separated for reasons he, obviously, can't delineate in public either. To be honest, he's not sure that things with Fischer will particularly go the way he wants in the first place - considering curses like these are often short lived, and not even Eames can get everything he wants out of a boy in twenty four hours, assuming he only has as long as that. He's left banking on the idea that Fischer is out of his element enough that he can slip through the cracks of any walls put up to strangers in the first place.

But that's for later. He may be tracking Fischer, but he'll not be making any sort of move until he can find an in.

For now it's all about the City's devices and their penchant for being inconvenient. ]

Shame, it seems someone's left their device behind. If a friend of a friend is missing it, feel free to- call it or something, I suppose. You'll not mind that I'm borrowing it in the mean time, hm?

[ ooc: replies from

leaven! ]

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Who are you?

[There's something familiar about this person, but he can't figure out what it is...]

No "hello," first?

Okay.

Hello.

Who are you?

Joan.

Who are you?

Neil.

You new to the place?

No, I just don't keep one of these [ she taps the device ] on me.

Oh.

Most people do.

Um... Have you been on the network before?

And tend to spill out their lives on the network for one ill timed curse or another.

I have, yes.

Yeah, they do...

You're... familiar, Joan, but I'm pretty sure I've never met you.

I don't think we've met, either. Maybe we've come across one another on the street?

I guess...

It's not a very big city.

No, it isn't. Are you messing with my head, Joan?

Why would I do that?

I dunno. Because you can?

I could do plenty of things, like keep this device and not let anyone know it's missing - I choose not to.

Ohhh-kayyy...

Confused now...

About?

How I get myself into these conversations...

Well, you do keep responding.

True.

So do you.

I'll stop, then.

Okay...

[She checks the origin of the message. Eames. Weird - he doesn't look like a person prone to losing much.]

From the look of it, I think I know whose it is.