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[massivesword]

All right, what do you kids do for fun around here?

[ Have a very broad man on the network, standing out even more because he's covered head to toe in red leather and has pure white hair. That combination is doing him all the favors. It seems like he's standing outside with the sky against his back. It's a nice enough view, until a bird flies up and tries to land on him. Dante waves at it with one arm. ]

Hey, get outta here. This one's taken.

[ As he shifts to regain his balance, the camera tilts at an angle to show the ground well below the point he's standing on. A smooth stone area is under one boot... apparently Dante is perching on top of one of the park's statues. He might have been better balanced if he weren't wearing a gigantic great sword on his back, but apparently he didn't think of that one. ]

Come on, where are all the good parties? A man like me needs a little excitement. H'oh, yeah, and if you notice anything weird... look me up. You'll know what I mean if you see it.

Name's Dante.

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[relance]

[The video clicks on with a blond woman sitting in a window in the communal residence. Well, half in the window, she's got one nearly naked leg braced against the window sill, and her other is dangling off below her. She's holding a black cigarette in one hand, and the device in the other. An oversized white shirt men's shirt, splattered with paint streaks covers a black cami and a rather small pair of shorts below it. When she speaks, it's after taking a drag of the clove and her voice has a subtle New York accent in it.]

So, kidnapped to a moon yada yada yada, got that. Things I need to know: where do they sell cloves for the love of fuck because if I have to quit smoking on top of all of this I'm going to lose my fragile little mind. Two: how does one go about finding studio space for artists. Clearly this whole camp set up isn't going to work for that especially because I'm supposed to be a freelance fine artist for my assigned job.

And three, at the risk of being redundant, I've heard there's all sorts of fun adults only things going on. So tell me, is lingerie night at Trixie's all it's cracked up to be? I never can turn down an excuse to be wearing stockings and heels.

Oh yeah, I'm Julia Bellamy. Just Julia, mmkay?

[She doesn't want to get into a fight on her first day here, so there's a warning about that.]