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[This was bullocks. This was absolute bullocks. He felt like he'd stepped into a rerun of the bloody Xfactor or whatever it was. Reincarnation, memories from another life, nonsense. Absolute rubbish. Yet he couldn't stop dreaming about it. Every night it had happened. The girl in the water, pulling her out, some agony tight in his chest-- and-- incredible loneliness. Incredible grief. More than once he'd woken up in tears and so was running on as little sleep as possible.

So when he appears on the feed, he's looking haggard and cross. He's never been much for technology. He's also wanted to avoid touching this... supernatural disaster-- but he's exhausted all other possibilities short of going to therapy and if it is connected to this-- organization, maybe someone can give him a clue]

My name is Crowley. I'm looking for a missing girl, about eleven to fourteen. Shoulder length dirty-blonde or brunette hair, wearing a locket. Heart shaped. If anyone's seen her, or knows anything about her, let me know.

Or if anyone can tell me about the Bureau. The truth about the Bureau. Not the interdimensional whatever it is. How prevalent are they? How prevalent are 'we'? Is anyone doing any sort of investigating at all?

[and while he knew it wasn't a good idea to question so openly on their own network, he needed information. And it would be interesting to see what they did with this threat, if anything.]

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I appreciate that, seriously. [At this rate, she's going to have more fans here on the network than she did in Nashville... nope, better not voice that one, she'll just get disappointed again.]

Patience isn't something I've been real good at lately. There's a reason I'm not exactly leading the investigations. So someone with the discipline to help keep our collective heads on straight will be a big help. We've got one or two of those, but I don't know how well they can herd this many cats.

I've herded eighth graders, it can't be that different. [they ignored him mostly but]

I'd like to meet them somehow.

I bet your eighth-graders don't remember murdering someone, though. Or researching destructive arcane workings, or any of the other insane stuff we've got going on. Or playing in a rock band, but I'm kind of an outlier, like I said. Anyway, all that to say, most of us have a lot more baggage than the average eighth-grader, even as big as their problems feel to them at the time.

Been to one of the support group meetings the Bureau puts on yet? I'm not a huge fan of them for what the Bureau brings to them - and definitely not for the refreshments, they screw up Crystal Light somehow - but they're good for meeting new faces, and for those new faces to have an in with the older guard, if you wanna think of it that way.

They're not memories. [but he says it quietly, seeing her point and not really wanting to argue. They were all traumatic...and murdering stuck with him. Once more he feels the weight of the girl's body and the agonizing feeling in his chest-- as if he could have stopped this somehow. Had he...Could he have possibly?

But it didn't matter because it wasn't a memory]

Support meetings-- have never been-- [he grimaces] I don't see how it helps just to talk about things. It-- It just makes it worse.

I suppose I'll go and see what the fuss is about anyway. [he'll hate it]

We don't know what they are. I'm kind of on the romantic end of the spectrum there, I think - almost nobody else agrees with me, and I'm pretty adamant on my vision on our visions. At least one of the cynics hits the meetings often, though, to make sure nobody gets left behind. You'll probably meet him, at least. [She's thinking of Anakin; it's been a bit since she'd talked to him last, so that outlook may have changed, but it seemed prudent, and if she's wrong, hey, Crowley will meet Anakin, at least. That's the important part.]

If it helps, don't think too much about the actual support group part. Say what needs to be said, move things along. You're really there to network.

I can't do it. Get on board with that I mean. There's nothing in me that will ever believe it. [but he sounds sad almost about it, even if he isn't]

That might be a good idea. Not great at networking, but we all have to do what we don't want to sometimes. [this more to himself]

That's why I said there are two sides, y'know? Talk to the others. I don't mind at all - it's important to consider all the angles, but pick the one that suits your beliefs and your needs most. This is what keeps me sane, so this is what I believe. That's all.

[She's not trying to sound like a self-help book, but it comes with the territory. A moment later, Lisa smiles as he grudgingly seems to pencil in a support group session mentally.]

Just one. That's all I'm asking. Once you've met people, they can get you sorted from there, but I'm not the right person to introduce you to a lot of the other Different.

I-- Art is subjective but truth isn't. There's only one. [he sighs and leans back, folding his arms behind his head] I don't know. [he doesn't want to pick a fight but it's all so frustrating]

Thanks. For trying. For helping. And everything. You're a good kid.

[That sounds about as strong a dismissal as she's likely to hear, so she just nods.]

Ahaha, thank you. I'm... it was a lot, those first few weeks. It still is, in a lot of ways. But we'll get through this, and we'll figure things out. I don't know how much help I'll be, and I know I see some of this a little differently, but if I can do something, let me know, all right? Even if it's just directions or something. And I'll let you know when I wrap my head around this damned guitar track enough to not sound terrible.

[there is an awkward silence as he doesn't quite know how to respond to this. He probably won't because he's a grown man for God's sake. But he doesn't want to tell her that because her heart is in the right place.]

Right. Yes. Good. Great. Keep it up.

[that seems sufficient.]

Until later then?

[...oh no, he's as awkward as she's trying very hard not to be. Oh, dear. Well, it's fine, she's finding it out now when it's all over. Better now than five minutes ago. Don't laugh, don't laugh...]

Mm, until later. Good luck~♪

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