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WHO: Aristotle Fletcher, anyone at PEDA
WHAT: A lunchtime conversation.
WHERE: PEDA lunchroom
WHEN: Monday, Nov 8; Lunchtime
STATUS: Open Mini-Log: let's get as many PEDA people in as possible, two-sentence replies or whatever. :)
WARNINGS: TBD
WHAT: A lunchtime conversation.
WHERE: PEDA lunchroom
WHEN: Monday, Nov 8; Lunchtime
STATUS: Open Mini-Log: let's get as many PEDA people in as possible, two-sentence replies or whatever. :)
WARNINGS: TBD
Imagine lunchtime at the Private Eyes Detective Agency. The detectives and other staff are buzzing in and out, the occasional agent dropping in. Sunlight streams through one wide window on the east-facing wall, the coffee-maker running and a tray of cupcakes on the table — courtesy of Irene. Some detectives have been in for hours already, a few who were out late on a case the night before are just arriving. This is their time to relax, but as often as not, the people talk about work.