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[dendarii]

"This is Miles. Leave a message and I'll respond to you at my earliest convenience."

The line has gone silent; any messages sent to this name only return an error.

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[dendarii]

[ Ah. Then this is about ... his flippant facade drops instantly, replaced instead by that cold rage he's been struggling with ever since the video broadcast. And from there ... he stutters a bit, at that question. What? ]

I propositioned her. Rudely, and poorly. I've since apologized.

... I assume you are not so uncouth as to seek me out for gossip at a time like this.

[inmyothertights]

No.

But I needed to make sure it was you and it's the only thing that I know for sure that she didn't tell anyone else, and you probably didn't, either.

[Billy has information. It's important.]

Toilet tanks.

[dendarii]

[ ... Miles just twitches. Why is it always pipes with him? ]

What about them.

[inmyothertights]

That's where Kitty hid the information.

In one of the toilets in the hotel.

[How is this not obvious.]

[dendarii]

All the way down? In some collection tank?

[ He has the sudden, unpleasant mental image of combining his powers rather literally for this. ]

[inmyothertights]

[Billy makes a face.]

I'm guessing it's in a toilet tank. You know.

The ones where the water sits for flushing.

[dendarii]

[ It takes him a moment. Damn this old tech. ]

-- Ah. Much more accessible then.

[inmyothertights]

Yeah. Probably.

Listen, you got this?

Because the floor and I have a date and I don't want to stand it up.

[dendarii]

Yes, of course. We'll retrieve it.

... Are you all right, Billy?

[inmyothertights]

Well, my best friend just died a gruesome death on the network, so that's a no.

[He sighs.]

Look, I have to go.

Deal with things. Sorry.

[dendarii]

She's my friend too.

[ But he makes a slight gesture with one hand, like go on then. ]

[inmyothertights]

Yeah.

Right.

Okay.

I gotta go.

[He actually does, then. He disappears.]