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There were a few parts of body-altering succubus magic that Dezzie had to admit she was glad to have, she thought, twirling a fourth donut on her finger, like never worrying about what she ate. The first one had been a Boston cream pie. The second, a cruller. The third was a New Helle specialty of juniper and  hibiscus. It was Dezzie's favorite, she could wipe out a whole dozen of them without blinking, and though Lorelei hadn't know she was there, she could only chalk that flavor up to premonition. And twirling around her hand now was a simple classic glazed.

She was glad to ride with Lorelei, she really was. She didn't know anybody else in Section 7. The two of them had been...well, not [i]friends,[/i] but friendly acquaintances, maybe? So having a familiar face out there made her feel better. it seemed like Section 7's detectives were...[i]interesting.[/i] There was the dog guy with what was apparently a great sense of smell. There was the gray-skinned chick that Dezzie got a sense was not the happiest of campers. There was the nerd guy--[i][color=CB3667]a kindred spirit![/color][/i] who drew the freaky eye that made her uncomfortable to look at.

And then there was this strange entity that was sitting in the car with her and Lorelei right now. A potent looking demon indeed. So, uh...why was he wearing jean shorts and a Hawaiian shirt...? And it only grew [i]weirder[/i] feeling when he twisted to look back into the back seat where she was now halfway through the glazed donut and practically beamed at her. "[color=CB3667]We didn't work together much. She did field work, I sit behind a desk. She just gave me donuts occasionally and we worked jointly on a few cases once or twice.[/color]" He was so casual. It was [i]strange.[/i] Was this what the sevens were like? They had this whole mystique built up around them in the other sections, but they all seemed kinda...motley.

It was only then that she noticed they weren't headed in the direction of the Floating District. 

Where were they going, anyway?
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A sound not dissimilar to a squeak escaped Dezzie's lips as she stared at the infinite racks of clothing. It was like that analog horror that people had started doing on the internet, the Breakrooms or something. A warehouse of clothing that went on into eternity. Her voice was deadpan as always, but it was a touch tauter than usual. She hadn't shopped for street clothes in...god, who [i]knew[/i] how long? She was totally unfamiliar with the whole business now. Where she should she look? Where should she go? Where should she [i]start?[/i] She looked down at her uniform, then up at Lorelei, with something approaching panic on her face. 

[i]"[color=CB3667]Help.[/color]"[/i]