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Don't I know it.

You too, huh? It's not so bad most of the time. Long hours, late nights, keeps things interesting.

It's definitely interesting. Coffee helps--a lot.

Caffeine of any kind I fully support. Admittedly, coffee and I have bonded on many a case. What kind of investigative work do you do?

Investigative reporting. I work at the Daily Planet. How about you? I'm Chloe, by the way.

Ah, a reporter. Truthfully I haven't had the best of luck with many of you, but thankfully this isn't an interview. I work for my father...with my father really. Ever heard of Mar's Investigations? Name's Veronica.

Yeah, most people have that opinion of reporters. But...I'm...a different sort of reporter.

So you're a private detective? That's pretty cool.

Hey, I'm not here to pass judgment. I've had enough of it passed on me to know how idiotic it is.

It certainly has it's perks. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a downfall or two thrown in there too.

Do you happen to find yourself in trouble on a fairly regular basis?

Let's just say it happens a lot more than I'd like. But I've got Backup for those situations.

Well since we're both somewhat trouble-prone investigators, you wanna be friends? :)

"How very true."

Very few realize just how true it is.

*nods in agreement* Whatcha investigating?

At this moment? I'm...trying to find out who murdered my best friend.

*bites her lip* Oh - that... that must be...

I'm trying to find out who murdered a friend of mine, too.

I'm sorry you're going through it too. It kills me most days...the uncertainty. I wonder if I could have saved her, helped her. But it's all pointless to question now. I'm going to find who did this to her, and I'm going to make sure they get what they have coming to them.

Do you have any leads? I'd like to help...if I can.

*quiet* I was the first person to find her body. I couldn't have been far away when it happened... the police reported it as a suicide, but I just can't believe that. I feel like I owe it to her to figure out what happened.

I - I think she may have had connections to a... *gulps* This is going to sound silly, but an allegedly defunct circle of modern revolutionaries. The Nightwatchmen? Have you ever heard of them? *shrugs* Probably not.

Same goes, though - if there's any way I can help you, don't hesitate to let me know.

It's not uncommon to feel that way...and I'm sure most people will tell you just that to convince you you're crazy. But look, if you feel in your gut that it wasn't suicide you have no choice but to follow your instincts. Just try not to get into too much trouble in the process. Or try not to get caught.

No...I can't say I have. There aren't many groups like that in Neptune, and word doesn't travel as fast as it should. What kind of connections do you think she may have had?

I appreciate that, I really do.

*stifles a slight laugh* Yeah. Even my dad's telling me I'm going a little crazy and we usually agree on everything. At this point, not getting caught is the option I'm leaning towards.

*pauses - a little hesitant* I... I'm not exactly sure yet. I think she may have been a member of this group, one of the members of it, but there are so many opposing rumors swirling around that I can't be sure yet what to believe. She was older than I was - a teacher of mine, actually - if she is who I think she might have been, she had a whole other life. One I'm not sure I want to think of her living.

Neptune... where exactly is that? I feel like I ought to know, but I can't place it.

My Dad and I are incredibly close, but I swear if I didn't go behind his back I'd never get anything done. I'm a lot more capable than most people would think, I'm sure the same probably goes for you. You're taking initiative, and that's more than most people can say.

That's...difficult. On the one hand, thinking she committed suicide is pretty earth shattering. On the other, a double life isn't the easiest to cope with either. Either way there are too many unanswered questions. I'm...I'm sorry. I'm not helping here at all. I just - I can relate is all.

Sunny California. Nothing but the rich and fabulous up here. My father and I, of course, being the only exceptions. I'm Veronica by the way.

*nods* I find that lately I have to go behind Dad's back more and more. But we're sort of all each other has, so we tend to be pretty close; he's just a little protective. It has moments where it gets very frustrating, though.

It's fine, don't worry. I think talking it through with someone helps, no matter what. My friends - former friends - have been incommunicado with me since it happened, so it's nice to just get it off my chest a bit. I've always found that going over those unanswered questions repeatedly can help - sometimes you suddenly think of something in a new way.

California - I admit, I'm a little jealous. I've lived in dozens of towns across the US and never anywhere like California. I'm in North Carolina right now.

And - my name's Blue. Nice to meet you.

Sounds almost exactly like my Dad and I. It's kind of odd, isn't it? It feels like it's the two of us against the world. I never thought it would come to that but...things change.

I promise I'm usually much more rational and helpful. I just haven't really been myself lately. I've heard talking about it helps too, and if this conversation is any indication - I guess it does. Mentioning it to anyone in an unprofessional manner is a bit foreign to me. How long has it been since your friend passed...if you don't mind me asking?

North Carolina? How did you end up there? Please don't be jealous, even in the slightest. If the sun won't kill you, the people will eat you alive. You're lucky you made it out when you did. Sure, that may be a cynical view but at the very least it's realistic.

-Smiles- You too, Blue.

*nodding* Yeah. My mom died when I was little, so it's been just Dad and I for nearly as long as I can remember.

Don't worry about not being yourself. I... well, that'd be putting it kindly to say I haven't been. Dad doesn't understand; the people I'd thought to call my friends have excommunicated me; even the police won't listen and (maybe it's a rookie mistake, but) I tried... Talking to any of the counselors at school would be awful, especially since Hannah was a teacher. It's kind of a... messy situation. On many levels. And, uh - she passed... it's been a few weeks. I've kind of lost track of time. *smiles weakly* That probably doesn't make a very good case for my rationality, but there you go.

My dad is a professor. For most of my life he's moved us three or four towns per year; but, due in part to his wanting to actually stay put for my entire senior year, and knowing that St. Gallway was a school of renowned reputation, he settled us here for the year. Stockton. It's... well, I didn't think it would be exciting, and now look. Careful what you wish for, I guess.