saintofstoic: ([90] Mary Queen of chance)
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[The voice, recognizably Joan's to those who know her or who care to remember voices, is all business.]

I know of other clones within the city. Is there any sort of assistance set up for them? A charity or such?

[The voices pauses there a moment, then comes back in a low and soft tone. She doesn't sound like one on the verge of tears. It's a distinct note of regret, though not harsh or pronounced.]

I'm afraid I don't know much about this city still, it's newcomers or it's charities. I have been negligent and selfish in that regard.
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[In between her day job at the book store and her evening job at the theatre, Joan is taking a break at one of the coffee shops in Sector 4. She's bundled into a plain, gray coat that looks to have seen a little wear and use but it standing up quite nicely. Her hair is a touch longer now than in previous months, though she's got it clipped by today too.

Her NV is laying on the table in front of her. One can see the steam rising from her little styrofoam cup off to one side as she speaks.]


For the past three days, the same woman has passed by this coffee shop. She then turns around--

[Here she pauses a moment, obviously watching out a window.]

-- Comes in, buys a drink and leaves. Every day in the same jacket.

[She watches casually as a woman passes behind Joan in her chair, dressed in the ugliest jacket ever.
Joan watches her leave with a calm expression, then turns back to the NV as she reaches for her cup off to one side.]


Would it do any good if I told her about her jacket tomorrow?

[A sip and her expression changes to a crestfallen one.]

And do you believe I could get a different type of coffee as well?

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