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[loadsavepoint.livejournal.com]

SUDDENLY, YOU'RE STUCK IN A DARK CLOSET WITH...

Yeah, we went there. Blame Endy. You know the dealio: you're stuck in a closet - literally - with someone. A stranger, a person you hate, love, love but won't ever admit it-/shot

ANYWAY where the closet opens up to or how you even get out of there is all up to you. Maybe it's a ~*magical*~ closet, maybe it's an average ol' room. Just get creative!

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[aridiction.livejournal.com]

Ah. They're an FBI tool.

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

[Well, you can't just end it there, Jayden.]

Oh! What do they do?

[aridiction.livejournal.com]

[This is where Jayden gets a little sheepish - or maybe just unsure if he should share the details.]

They help me record, analyze, and review evidence. A lot faster than your forensics labs nowadays.

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

[Sounds fancy. Forensics in Hope's age were a conglomerate of a whole lot of technological processes that he, as a regular fourteen-year-old would have no idea of, so he just nods.]

So...which way do you want to go?

[It's a tough choice, Jayden. The Women's Accessories aisle, or the Baby Clothes section.]

[aridiction.livejournal.com]

[Giving up on the ARI telling him anything knew, he slides them off, tucking them back into his coat.]

I'll head left.

[AKA Baby Clothes section.]

...You sure you'll be alright on your own, kid?

[fleeorflight.livejournal.com]

[Oh, yeah, leave the fourteen-year-old to go peruse the women's section, Jayden. Hope smiles, already a few steps in the other direction, and waves a little at Jayden.]

Yeah, I'll be okay. I can take care of myself now. Good luck!

[aridiction.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Jayden's sensible enough to know that if he went through the women's section, he'd look awfully suspiciously. On the other hand, Hope would probably get some stares of admiration, and a few, "Oh, he's so cute!"s. It's obvious which one wins.

The agent just nods his head back at Hope.]

If you say so. Good luck to you, too.