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[rootaccess]

"It's Darlene. Geez, do I really need to give directions for this shit? Leave a message, I'll call you back. It's simple."

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after work - club hours

[forethinking]

(It's really like he's never left Tokyo to even begin with. He had way too many jobs back there, and here, he's not doing too different. Alternating days at the Hex Diner and the club have his inner clock a little messed up, but it allows him some time to hang out and deal with his investigation regarding the nature of Svelte.

It's nearly 4am, however, and there's no investigating to do in the club. It's just him finishing up organizing the liquor, making sure the bar is clean before he clocks out for the next bartender to take over. With a smile, he returns to his friend, nodding towards the door.)

Let's go?

06/04

[datamods]

One of the Proxy Hotel staff comes by to deliver ONE BOOLEAN to you!

"This was left for you at the front desk a few moments ago," they say. "I'm afraid I didn't get the name of the person who left it, but they wanted to make sure it got to you." ]