11th Formulation [Audio//Locked to Marco//60% Unhackable]

[intimacyphobic]

[Lucrecia is sitting out on a deck chair sunning herself as she flips through her notes.  She has decided she's had the very craziest dreams lately, but it's all over now. Best way out of the agony of it? Work work work! There's a list of names on one page, and she's slowly crossing a few out. With a sigh, she finally circles one, then sends out a

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[ntjstapwn]

I've recovered as much as one can here.

What do you need?

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[intimacyphobic]

A chance to clear my head.

[She laughs.]

I'm... frustratingly stuck on a project, and I think you might be just what I'm looking for--as a distraction, I mean.

Oh, that still sounds terrible. See? This is why I have no social life.

Anyway, would you mind terribly having an apparently very awkward drink with me?

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[ntjstapwn]

Hm?

*That sounds a bit odd...but it was enough to perk his interest.*

Sure, though I'm not sure if I can help distract you that much. Where should I meet you?

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[intimacyphobic]

I think you'll do fine.

... [Probably shouldn't go for Sergei's, all things considered.]

The Oceanview bar?

[autodidacticone]

....

[she remembers you, you creeper]

[intimacyphobic]

[Ack! Hey! Who's being a creeper now?]

... May I help you?

[autodidacticone]

[Shit she heard you. ABORT ABORT!]

[click!]

[intimacyphobic]

[So maybe it took her a long freaking time because she's still trying to learn how all this works, but she may have found you. Maybe. The last five IDs she tried were not you. So she's been apologizing. But this, maybe this is you.]

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CREEPER!

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