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[A voice that is usually calm and refined seems to be struggling to remain so this morning.]

...My sister, Clover, has disappeared. You might know her as that pink-haired girl.

It is not a prank. She would not do that to me. Messages sent to her NV promptly bounce. [He also can't sense her presence, far more disturbing overall. And knowing what she must be going home to--]

If I find someone has taken her, if something has happened, there will be no end of hell for those responsible. [It is a coldness, a preciseness that can only be managed by true loathing: Clover has been stolen from him before, and anyone who dares to do it again will pay.]

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[When the NV comes on, it isn't immediately evident whether it's accidental or on purpose, since what's occupying the screen is mostly someone's elbow, but the excited murmur of a crowd is audible, and above it, the indistinct sound of rowdy singing. It takes another minute for the feed to right itself, focused on Snake and a broadly grinning Clover dressed in a lime green leprechaun costume that's probably a good deal shorter in the hem department than any actual leprechaun would wear. She's also dangling something in front of the camera, so close that it's out of focus. When she pulls back a little to twirl it against one cheek absently, it resolves into a four-leafed clover.]

So it's St. Patrick's Day, right? [Her cheeks are flushed, but she seems giddy rather than tipsy, leaning into Snake unselfconsciously.] It's been pretty fun so far, but you know what would be even better? [She pauses for dramatic effect, but it's somewhat ruined by the soft giggle she lets out when she waves the clover in her hand at the NV.] If we had someone else to celebrate with us!

[Snake is far more subdued, as usual, dressed in a collared shirt and a green and blue argyle sweater. He pulls the NV a little closer, but is not quite directly facing it. He replies in utter deadpan, his amusement utterly dry:] ...I suppose that line is somewhat better than last year's "My name is Clover, guess what, you just got lucky." I did not realize our search for boys was extending all the way to the network tonight.

[Clover doesn't even have the grace to look embarrassed.] It's no fun if the guys we're talking to are already too drunk to walk.

I suppose that is correct. So now we are inviting two - or possibly more - boys to enjoy a seasonal repast tonight?

Or more. [Clover nods agreeably before her gaze flicks back to the camera, suddenly sly. She holds up the clover again.] How about a little incentive? The first person who can tell me what this stands for gets free drinks for the rest of the night.

With pick-up attempts like that, it is a wonder you do not have a boyfriend. [Snake addresses the NV now:] We are at the establishment called... Nibbleheim. [It seems he can hardly believe he just said such an undignified name.] Please join us for drinks and conversation. And possibly dancing. I promise we are excellent and entertaining company. [Snake is reluctantly amused.]

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