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[advocacy]

[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.

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Probably?

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Yeah, you know.

Almost definitely.

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No offense, but I'm keeping Cassel on speed dial when I go anywhere with you.

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Ouch. I'm gonna go see if I can reassemble my pride...

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I might have some superglue around here if you need to borrow it.

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Yeah, uh, might take you up on that.

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Anything else I can shatter while I'm at it though?

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Uh, no, I think if you shatter anything else I'll be in the infirmary for a while.

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I don't know. It could help with my reputation.

I can be that chick that beat up that other kid her first day instead of that chick who knows Cassel.

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Whoa, you know Cassel?

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[She laughs a little.]

Who?

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You know, some dude, way too concerned with being cool?

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Oh you mean that guy that's so full of himself it's a wonder he doesn't marry himself already?

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I get the feeling Chris might get jealous.

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Something tells me he could stand to be.

[Chris is already a touchy subject and Daneca's smile falters some.]

[semifreakingnormal]

[How is that already a sore spot, CHRIS WHAT DID YOU ALREADY DO] I dunno. He seems mostly okay. Just like, really, really loud.

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That's a word for it.

[She looks down at her hands in her lap uncomfortably.]

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...Should we switch back to maybe-probably dying of starvation in the CES?

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Sorry. It's just... [She laughs again, this time a little more self-deprecating.] It's just really, really complicated.

[semifreakingnormal]

No worries. I kinda think everything is.

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[She lets out a long sigh.]

You could say that again.

[semifreakingnormal]

Hey, at least, there's probably someone going through something more complicated here.

That's like...sort of a consolation, right? [This is totally a joke.]

[advocacy]

[That earns a very small smile.]

Like your demolished pride?

[semifreakingnormal]

That's a consolation now?

Maybe I am going to need the infirmary.

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[She grins now.]

I've barely even begun, Scott. I thought you were made of tougher stuff than this.