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"Allo. This is Clea Dessendre. Speak."

Age: 29

Height: 5'9" (179 cm)

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[ It's not the first time he sees her through the surveillance network that he decides to introduce himself, or even the third or the fifth. Harold doesn't routinely monitor the library cameras -- he does have other things to do, and he's set up a rudimentary program to alert him of signs of violence or conflict -- but when he stumbles across the scathing commentary left on the rather amateur pieces on display in the art exhibition room, he goes back to his desk and pulls up the feed archive.

Harold runs a facial recognition algorithm for footage she's appeared elsewhere in, and then scans through it all at high speed, eyebrows quirking. She's otherwise a respectful patron, just one with incisive views on art, apparently. Ones that are well-informed, too, based on the content and the amount of time she spends actively studying in the visual arts section.

He decides to leave a note instead, very politely worded and in elegant script, requesting that art critics keep their comments to themselves. She retaliates by leaving excessive praise which Harold has no trouble reading as sarcastic. He almost laughs, but he's not a very expressive person, so it's just a ripple of humor flowing through him as a welcome reprieve.

That's when he decides he should introduce himself at an opportune moment, and when one comes days later, he makes his way down from his secret residence on the second floor to the art room, planning to make the encounter seem like happenstance. No need to disclose the discreet surveillance he has set up. As far as Harold's concerned, information flows in and not out.

He wanders into the room and then stops short like he's surprised to see someone already there. He's an older gentleman who merits the word dapper, but with a personal aesthetic laid over it: three-piece suit, but the waistcoat is tastefully of a different color and pattern, the tie and pocket square both different as well, contrasting but not too contrasting. It's summer, so the fabric is a light fine-weave linen for the suit and cotton for everything else, and it's clearly, absolutely bespoke. To a discerning eye it may even be noticeable that it's a European style and not an American one, despite the banal American accent Harold speaks with. ]

Excuse me. I have to ask -- might you be our local art critic?

Edited Date: 2025-07-09 02:26 pm (UTC)

restingstitchface

Well, someone's been speaking freely. I have barely a fascination for your relationship with that man. But people here have a habit of hoarding information. So call this a friendly intervention. Or a favour if that suits you.

In any case, I can demonstrate how to make your conversations private. Reply at your leisure

sophielicious

(Now that she knows what Clea's brain feels like? Super easy to pinpoint her.

Talking straight into her mind.)

/This is close enough to my world, so I know everything there is here. I'm taking you clubbing, so we need to get you a nice outfit. What do you think?/

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