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Mayfield 18: Feeling a Chill
(jacob) starting to get on my nerves, (jacob) oh no you didn't, (jacob) anger levels rising
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(Only an oblivious idiot wouldn't notice the changes in the air. It makes even the Spy uneasy, but all he can do for now is observe and try not to freeze his butt off. He walks the streets wrapped in so much winter clothing he looks rather fuzzy.)

((OOC: General interaction post. Please give him some CR.))

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(Lucky for Spy, Miss Pauling's going around too, looking for other members of RED and BLU. She's not a fan of the cold either, but she's still got a job to do.)

Mr Spy, are you alright?

(Today, he's in Jacob persona, so he just gives her a blank look.)

(Answers in a voice and accent entirely unlike the Spy:) Do I know you, miss?

I phail, did not notice this was the Jacob persona. OTL. I'm so sorry.

In another life, Mr Dupont. How has life been going for you?

(Makes a show of remembering.)

Ah, Miss Pauling, was it? From the Bridge Club. Fancy meeting you around here.

I can't complain, I suppose. Things are a lot less hectic here than back home.

And you?

I can't say I agree, I'm afraid. We've had quite a few events happening here over the past few months. Maybe you weren't around when they happened though.

I'm fine.

(And then she sneezes.)

Ah, excuse me. I'm not used to cold weather.

Work has been rather hectic lately.

(Indicates himself.)

I prefer warmer climates myself, but what can you do?

(She nods in agreement.)

We just have to adapt, I suppose. But I do hope work has been treating you well.

Have you prepared for this winter? Given the nature of what the town has been throwing at us lately, it may get worse as we come up to Christmas.

[Cain had just been on his way home from school, when he noticed a wallet on the ground. Not realising it had been dropped by one of the malfunctioning drones, he chased after the only other man he could see on the street.]

Excuse me! Sir! Is this yours?

Do you mind letting me go through it?

No, not unless it's yours.

[That's pretty suspicious.]

What's your name, and I'll check the license inside?

Jacob DuPont.

And I suppose I'll just have to take your word on whether or not it's mine?

[And Cain checks the wallet, which sure enough says Peter Sampson.]

I'm afraid it's not yours, sir.

Lucky you. If no one comes to claim it after long enough, then it'll be yours.

Oh no, I'll hand it in at the police station, I'm sure they'll find its correct owner.

Well, good luck with that.

I don't believe we've met.

(Nods.)

Jacob DuPont. You?

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