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[Dimitri is sitting on a couch in the lobby with a phone book at his side and a mysterious phone to his face. He's been trying to dial numbers to cryptically unnamed places that the small phone book has. In any case, he's begun swearing in Spanish at the receiver.]

Voy a ver quién está en control de este lugar, y me matarán ellos! Yo soy de Rusia, usted mejor creer lo digo en serio! Todos ustedes son bastardos! ¡diablos! ¡al demonio!

[And he hangs up furiously, not before muttering "Dios mio" under his breath. It's probably best if someone, who is actually person, and no a robot, or whoever he got on the other line, came to talk to him. Mr. Allen is clearly not happy.]

((And if you wanted to know what he said, I can roughly translate; "Whoever is in control of this place I am going to find you and kill you! I am Russian, you better believe I'm serious! You are all bastards! Go to hell!" and "dios mio" means "my God". So obviously Dimitri needs some help because he's calling reminding the phone that he's Russian, in Spanish...))

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You know, I kind of feel like yelling at this place isn't going to work out well for you.

Was I yelling? I suppose I kind of was, wasn't I?

[Dimitri sighs and shakes his head.]

It's just so frustrating....

[She shrugs a bit.]

What's your problem with this place?

This phone book appeared. It's got numbers to places in this place, other peoples rooms, and then it has more cryptic things. I tried calling a number that just said "family", just to see what would happen, and nothing did.

Then, I tried calling a number under the name of "truth" and I listened to an unsettling conversation.

[Shakes his head.]

I have never wanted to actually call my family so bad and just...talk to them...

...unsettling? How so?

[She reaches towards him for the phone book.]

[He hands her the book and licks shakes his head.]

It was just. Well, I'm not sure...it was screaming...familiar screaming...it was strange.

Familiar? How so?

[She starts flicking through the book, humming quietly to herself.]

Nothing important.

So did you find anything, looking suspicious as I did?

...well, truth be told I'd rather avoid doing anything with the potential to piss this place off. But I just think it's kind of odd that you'd call a number with that name and hear something that's familiar to you. I mean... what makes you special to this place? I almost wonder if perhaps it's the fact that you called it that made it something familiar, and if someone else called the same number they'd get something else.

I mean, this place clearly knows us, who we are and what we want, so there's no real reason to think it couldn't do that.

That's exactly what I'm thinking as well. I think it wants to screw with us individually and picks something familiar out. So I discourage you calling, because the familiar thing of mine was not a good one.

...I do wonder though, that family number, I wonder if one could call and actually get a family member. I mean, after a while of calling at a certain time. I don't know, it's just a hypothesis.

...yeah. There's a lot of things I'd rather not be reminded of, so I don't really think I'm going to be calling that number.

[Descole starts flipping through the book again, pausing on one of the pages.]

There's one here that says 'memory'.

[Dimitri nods.]

I know. I'm worried about what I would hear if I called that one, so I left it alone.

I hope I didn't anger this place more, by swearing at it. What the hell did I even say? I don't even know...

[Descole hesitates a moment then reaches for the phone and dials, putting it to her ear.]

[Dimitri shakes his head worried for her.]

...I don't think you should be doing this...

[She holds the phone in place for about a minute in silence, then hangs up and drops it onto the sofa, mouth twisting.]

That was... well.

[Dimitri stares at the phone for a moment, wondering if he should do the same to understand what she heard.]

...what was it?

I... don't know. It was like... you know when you catch part of a conversation, but there's no context for you to understand what's actually being talked about? It was like that. It seemed... familiar, though. There's a lot of time in my life that I don't remember, and I wonder if it was... from then.

[He nods.] That seems very...probable. What did they say...if you don't mind my asking?

[And this is Dimitri stalling on calling the number for himself, even though he's madly curious.]

It... wasn't really all clear, and it's kind of difficult to remember exactly, already. Like a dream, you know?

But... it sounded like Layton. I think. He sounded younger. Just talking about, well... nothing, really. Nothing that was anything important.

[Her mouth twists again, and she looks away.]

My double said that he knew Layton when he was younger. I never knew if it was the same for me, but if what I heard was real then I guess so.

...what it told me actually happened. I wouldn't doubt if it was true.

...mmm.

[She wraps her arms around herself.]

...I think I preferred the idea that I never knew him before.

Oh...well, I'm sorry about that. I told you not to dial it...

I'm not exactly good at doing as I'm told.

Well... I guess it's better to know more about him.

...I suppose you're not fond of him then, are you, from the way you're talking about him, I mean.

[What would he expect from a Descole, right?]

He... hurt me.

[She reaches up to touch at the mask over her missing eye automatically.]

And then this place decided to drag him here, too.