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[Daneca has spent the first few hours going through the posts to the network. She...]
[...doesn't know how to feel about any of this so far. People going missing and others turning up dead. Zombies, vampires. And Cassel. Realistically speaking, Daneca knows she should probably be more anxious over a potential serial killer running around than the prospect of speaking to Cassel again, but that's what gives her more pause than anything. (At least she's not totally surprised by the idea of a serial killer on the Barge, she figures. Still in the realm of sanity for now.) She thinks maybe she should send him a private message or try to find him and speak one-on-one, in private. But that seems like too much even for her right now.]
[So, she settles for just introducing herself to everyone else. If he wants to talk to her, he can. If not...]
[Well, he doesn't have to. It's not like Cassel owes her anything anyway.]
[With that resolved, she can go back to being properly more anxious about people turning up dead, zombies, and vampires. And apparently also werewolves being real as well.]
[Daneca appears a little stiff and tense. Being on camera and broadcasting like this makes her a little nervous in ways that are harder to cover up than other things that make her nervous or uncomfortable. But it doesn't paralyze her or make her smile seem like a disingenous cover for nerves that ends up looking more scary than pleasant. Daneca is not someone who can lie very well. It's nervous and small, but her smile is no less sincere. She's trying desperately to channel her mother right now.]
I know I'm coming in at a really bad time, but I thought I should probably introduce myself anyway. My name is Daneca and I'm new. [She flushes a little and says a little softer:] Obviously.
[She shifts a little uncomfortably and finds the strength in her voice again.]
I'm a warden for anyone that might matter to.
[She's sure it does especially to some of the inmates. She'll lie about other parts about herself anyway. Might as well be honest about some things that might make people uncomfortable.]
Anyway, I guess I'm just looking for a tour. Or advice. Whatever anybody can spare.
[...doesn't know how to feel about any of this so far. People going missing and others turning up dead. Zombies, vampires. And Cassel. Realistically speaking, Daneca knows she should probably be more anxious over a potential serial killer running around than the prospect of speaking to Cassel again, but that's what gives her more pause than anything. (At least she's not totally surprised by the idea of a serial killer on the Barge, she figures. Still in the realm of sanity for now.) She thinks maybe she should send him a private message or try to find him and speak one-on-one, in private. But that seems like too much even for her right now.]
[So, she settles for just introducing herself to everyone else. If he wants to talk to her, he can. If not...]
[Well, he doesn't have to. It's not like Cassel owes her anything anyway.]
[With that resolved, she can go back to being properly more anxious about people turning up dead, zombies, and vampires. And apparently also werewolves being real as well.]
[Daneca appears a little stiff and tense. Being on camera and broadcasting like this makes her a little nervous in ways that are harder to cover up than other things that make her nervous or uncomfortable. But it doesn't paralyze her or make her smile seem like a disingenous cover for nerves that ends up looking more scary than pleasant. Daneca is not someone who can lie very well. It's nervous and small, but her smile is no less sincere. She's trying desperately to channel her mother right now.]
I know I'm coming in at a really bad time, but I thought I should probably introduce myself anyway. My name is Daneca and I'm new. [She flushes a little and says a little softer:] Obviously.
[She shifts a little uncomfortably and finds the strength in her voice again.]
I'm a warden for anyone that might matter to.
[She's sure it does especially to some of the inmates. She'll lie about other parts about herself anyway. Might as well be honest about some things that might make people uncomfortable.]
Anyway, I guess I'm just looking for a tour. Or advice. Whatever anybody can spare.
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Have you ever done anything like this before? Worked in a prison, rehabilitated murderers?
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[But she dated a sociopath for a while there, tutored someone who spent years of her life as a cat, and was friends with Cassel.]
[So there's that.]
Do you know many people who do when they first come here?
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You said you wanted a tour?
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[If Cassel's word on this means literally anything.]
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Would you accept 'it's complicated'? If not, you're gonna have to ask her.
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...Did you recruit her? [he's very curious every time people from the same world turn up. For uh. Reasons.]
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Oh. No, no. Civilian. Very much civilian. I mean, badass civilian, but still.
. . . She may have gotten mixed up in some stuff.
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We'll have to talk later, you and I.
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If you want a do-as-I-say-not-as-I-did tip, she's a hell of a lot nicer if you're up front with her.
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Stay safe.
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[Still working on what exactly, but she trusts him enough to not want her murdered. So, it counts for something.]
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A good point. But I still don't go anywhere with strangers.
[He knows her name, but he hasn't given his own yet.]
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My name is Lark Tennant. I'm a defense attorney from Pasadena, currently not paired with a Warden. I haven't had a Warden over my shoulder in a long time, but I've managed to stay out of trouble regardless. You can ask around.
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I trust Cassel.
[To an extent. And by extension, she trusts Lark to that same extent for now. The rest he's going to have to earn on his own, but Daneca has a feeling he can manage that.]
Do you have time now?
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[Very soon, actually, he's pretty quick.]
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You weren't joking about the whole soon thing.
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Did you have any questions off the top of your head?
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[They're not necessarily limited to the Barge.]
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