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[callmeryuzaki]

[Here's a familiar face, to those who have been Numbered for awhile and perhaps even those who haven't.]

Why hello. I've missed your lovely faces.

A lot of you know me already, but I'm Lazarus Lawliet. The real one. That's me.

I'm looking to compile a useful database of relevant information on all of us, something that we can share freely and without outmoded hangups or hesitation. Let's be progressive about it.

If you send me your name, a photograph or other still image from the front and the side, your age, your profession, and your credit card information, I'll repay you by writing you a personalized piece of short fiction, starring you, in the wildly popular theme of dinosaur erotica. You pick the dinosaur, and I'll make the magic happen without shame or fear.

Your dark desires are very interesting to me. Especially yours, C.S. You know who you are.

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Private Video/Text

[evowhisperer]

Don't be sorry. He's-- *Cesar hesitates, feeling suddenly exposed. The pen hovers over the paper for a few seconds, before he firmly remembers the kid's crestfallen look and continues on.*

He's easy to be fooled by.

For what it's worth, finding people gets easier after highschool.

*There. That should help a little, right?*

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[sparklingscarlet]

[A second ticks by and he feels a teardrop slide down his cheek. A slight look of panic crosses his face as he tries to hide it. What was he doing, crying in front of strangers? He hiccups as he tries to talk, but he's more concerned with saving face.]

S...Sorry. I uhm... I got to go. I need to make dinner tonight...

[ he covers his face as he turns off his webcam and disconnects from the network.]

Private Video/Text

[evowhisperer]

*His eyebrows shoot up when he sees the tear, and Cesar opens his mouth. There's no time to do anything else: whoever this kid was, he's signed off now.*

*The question of calling him back goes through Cesar's mind, but he doesn't even consider it. The kid needs time. Hell, Cesar could use a breather, considering what a rollercoaster this whole trainwreck has turned into.*

*He signs off too, turning immediately to a stack of papers.*