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Good evening.

[There’s a woman speaking, tone clipped. The corporate jumpsuit hangs off her small frame, and her hair is swept up into an old-fashioned bun. Or so it seems - she’s standing a bit away from the screen, and it’s tilted at an odd angle.]

I am given to understand that this is how to contact my new coworkers? My name is Beatrice Brewer, at your service, and I assure you I am quite qualified. I am - was - an apprentice of the fifth circle in, ah, a collection of magi, have experience in a thrilling variety of crises, and am quite keen to get started on - [a heavy sigh, more notable for the fact that someone observant might catch that she doesn’t breathe] - this situation.

[There’s a long pause.]

Drat, is this bloody thing even on? Dreadful place, what sort of dog and pony show are they running, honestly. Stuff? Stuff? Of all the names?

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[Stacia...giggles. Which probably isn't reassuring, all things considered, but there's a reason that introductions only allow a person to make educated guesses rather than strictly accurate ones.]

I'll take that under advisement, but I don't actually care much for games myself -- unless someone decides to try and make me a piece in theirs. Which is to say that the only game I'm playing here is "everyone pull it together so that we can go home and wreck Jorgmund's shit for enslaving us". Hence the original establishment of the "be cool" rule by me and Kevin. [She flashes Beatrice a grin.] If it helps, I almost became a Child of Gaia, but I concluded that I just wasn't nice enough to do things their way.

[She leans back in her seat.]

I'm also not a spy. Which is, I suppose, exactly what a spy would say, but I really don't have the temperament for it. Too opinionated by half. I'm more of a coordinator and trouble-shooter who regularly gets mistaken for a personal assistant.

I don't expect you to believe me right off the bat, but I'm willing to put in the time and energy to prove it. Which doesn't include not asking oodles of questions, but I'll accept being rebuffed.

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[oops you had a double post there and i almost responded to the wrong one the other day, but i cleaned it up. hope it's all good now!

Oddly enough, the information about almost becoming a Child of Gaia elicits a tired sigh from Beatrice.]

It doesn't particularly help, no. What that combination of clans warns me of is that you may be overly fond of interfering with people for their own good. I consider the treaty null and void, for the record, if you at any point consider it appropriate to appoint yourself some sort of – meddler. The current situation renders any fixation on sentiment you may have rather a waste of time, anyhow.

[Yes, that's definitely a different brand of suspicion that Stacia is being hit with now under the side-eye. There's disgruntlement there and - sort of a bruised pride. Beatrice has not forgotten the Child of Gaia attempting valiantly to corner her for some verapy (vampire therapy). Nor has she forgiven.]

You already certainly don't seem to lack for ambition...or optimism. That's quite a lofty goal, only game or no. The best of luck to you, Madam.

[It's not doubt, precisely. More resignation. The situation itself is all too familiar to Beatrice, and the familiarity makes it seem all the more insurmountable just as much as it fills her with thwarted fury.]

Questions are more than acceptable, even, ah - 'oodles' of them. Believe me, I have my fair share of them as well. But I grant that the level of knowledge I have is unusual for my kind, so by rights, I'll hand you the first barrage.

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[If Beatrice hopes to elicit a reaction other than giggles with that sigh and side-eye combo, she will be sadly disappointed. Stacia would never go so far as to say that she isn't a self-appointed meddler on a regular basis, but "sentiment"? Oh no, that's not her area of interest.]

Very well, I'll stay out of your love life, unless your love life somehow becomes vital to group cohesion. Which I'm sure it won't.

[Stacia sits back in her seat with a shrug.]

I never said that the tasks I set myself were going to be easy, but most people here chafe under the...restrictions we've been put under, and seem to be reasonably competent in a variety of skills. It may take some time, but fighting it suits me better than accepting this as my new lot in life. [She cocks her head to the side.] Surely you don't believe Jorgmund's line that they're the ones who brought us here?

[Ah, but now is the time for questions. Stacia leans forward again.]

You mentioned that you had ties to a spirit. May I ask which one, and how that came about?