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[amonfire]

[ An anonymous post from a console the Console café pings the network. The poster had gone through the laborious task of omitting any indication of what café they were in, or any personal details. Said post is a relatively non-descriptive person of color of some indeterminate middle-aged with a nervous, almost supplicant air to them. His voice is now more than a cagey, but friendly conversational tone. ]

The black walls, high as they are, were as comforting a sight as the police force with their unorthodox, eccentric regulations and the majority of the natives who had something more judgmental than curiosity in the glances they throw our way. And this curfew business that's new.

Enough to make anyone nervous. Some first day, right?

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[amonfire]

[ When Amon -- no, it was Nanuq now, -- came to call he made the admittedly paranoid move of dressing out of anything remotely telling of Equalist. His paranoia, however, was never unfounded. Yue could have spoken to anyone between now and her arrival.

He had no interest in testing the limits of her nationalism and how for they would go if she found him out for what he really was.

More out of habit than anything else, he dropped to one knee before he knocked on the door to her apartment. ]

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[lunargoodness]

[Yue opens the door once she hears that knock, and is surprised to see him on his knees again Still, she smiles and offers him her hand.]

It's all right, you don't have to do that. My... status doesn't have any real meaning here. You're welcome to speak to me as you would anyone else.

[Um.]

Please, come inside.