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[bypartisan]

[Is it possibly for a mental voice to sound giddy? Because there's a distinct giddy tinge to By's thoughts, for all that his words come out with his normal, lazy, lightly Russian-accented drawl.]

Byerly Vorrutyer here. We're on Earth, pre-spaceflight, although someone who isn't me will need to get a better read on the actual date and location. Linguistically, it's a hodgepodge. I can hear archaic Russian, a whole host of Asiatic and Romance languages, and something else I can't quite place.

If you can "hear" this, check in. We need to know who we've got to work with.

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[permastubble]

Well built, brown hair, British-- Got it. Eye color, if you caught it? Rough height?

My memory isn't bad, but I'm old fashioned. I'd rather have the case files in my hands when I'm working, you know?

Meeting up doesn't seem like a bad idea. At least I'll know one what one more of us looks like, in case things happen. Maybe I can find a way to get a notepad. They have to sell those kinds of things somewhere.

[bypartisan]

Dark eyes. He's got a very nice arse, for what it's worth, but I suspect that's too subjective an identifier.

I'm in the middle of negotiating a liaison with Tollman, but afterwards we might meet at this cafe I've spotted. It's called Les Trois Magots.

[permastubble]

Dark eyes and-- Right.

[There is a silence on his end long enough that it's obviously at least semi-intentional. There are things he really doesn't need to know.]

So! Directions to this cafe? I'm still near the lifts I showed up on, as a point of reference. And when will be a good time for you?

[bypartisan]

[Byerly sounds distinctly amused as he provides Doujima with the directions.]

Two or three hours from now ought to be sufficient.

[permastubble]

[This guy is going to drive him up a wall and Ryoutarou knows it.]

I'll give you three and a half.

[unagreeable]

Woof!