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[Anne's gotten used to the video function, enough that it's not shaky, not too close up or far away. But almost as soon as the video feed is switched on, obviously set up on a desk in her room, anyone watching can tell that she's decidedly not happy.

And for anyone who's spoken to her before, she definitely doesn't look herself. She's wearing a green dress, and is decidedly wearing makeup that is done well, her hair brushed out and neatly drop-curled. Glaring into the camera, she empties a handful of beads that have been removed from her hair onto the surface of the desk.]


The fuck kind of place is this.

[After a moment, and a flicker of something that's a little troubled crosses her face.]

My roommate's gone, someone came by an' said she'd gone home. I don't like half the place bein' empty. Might switch rooms.

[Another pause, and then.]

If anyone wants her junk, come get it.
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[Flint is, putting it mildly, a bastard. But he is neither stupid nor capable of idleness in any degree, and whatever else he is or will be whilst he's here, he can hardly resign himself to uselessness.

Ergo.]


My name is James Barlow. Late of Nassau, New Providence Island, in 1717.

[He does not say it as a point of reference, nor of any sort of curriculum vitae. It's simply dispelling with the usual questions that accompany the pleasantries here.]

Regardless of your familiarity with monsters or your point of origin, if anyone would care to learn to fight or shoot in accordance with the limitations of a baseline human, come to this location [a ping to an area not far from the city.] at dusk.



(ooc; link to a log post for this if anyone would like threads! I'm up for other people coming and tagging each other there as well, I don't have to be involved. Just give me a heads up one way or another.)