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[The video clicks on to reveal a small, slender, nervous-looking redhead. She has a frilly white blouse on covered with a leather bomber jacket, more stylish than functional, and she's fidgeting in her seat.

She takes a visible breath and says, somewhat stilted,] Hi. Willow. --That's me, Willow, my name, and. You should call me that. And you should email me?

Wait, sorry, I'm doing this in the wrong order. [She looks embarrassed, but then shakes her head and starts over, calmer now that she's getting into the rhythm.]

I'm Willow Rosenberg and I'm the official Darstone liaison to the newcomers. That means you, cause, if you're on this network, you're a newcomer-- a dimensional kidnap-ee. It's probably not government approved to say kidnap-ee, but that's okay because I work for them so I'm allowed to be especially disgruntled. Actually, even though I work for them, I'm in more or less the same position as you, I just got here earlier. When they needed someone for the job about a month ago I said yes.

Anyway... [Pause as she tries to recover her conversational thread.] Being the liaison means you should come to me if you have problems settling into the city, or if you need to talk to someone official and don't know how to reach them. I can get you in touch. I'm not responsible for deciding who gets to go home, so don't bug me about that or you'll make me cranky and mildly disapproving, and I don't like to be cranky.

But you really should email me if you need something. That's what I'm here for. I also do emergency response sometimes if something goes wrong with one of us, and trust me, I can handle it. So don't cause problems or you'll have to deal with me. [This is half bluffing and half honest confidence.] That means whoever sent those shadow things around during the festival, I better not see that happen again or I'm going to track you down, and there will be consequences.

[Her eyebrows go up in open evaluation.] Got it? Oh, and whoever's sending out the spying snakes, that's just creepy, but not illegal. So keep it not illegal or I'll sic the police chief on you, and she's scary.

... Any questions? About me or about what's going on? It's really mostly answered in the guide on your mirror, but I am answer girl if you have something else.

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A course my logic isn't earth logic; I'm a troll from Alternia in a uniwerse entirely separate to your own. And what I'm doin' is takin' things seriously.

[Oh come on, it makes perfect sense. More than troll celebrities just being human versions with "Troll" tacked in front of their names.]

[She gives him a slight look, because that doesn't make any sense either.]

I think we should just agree that there isn't going to be any agreeing happening. I'm not going to start calling spells 'experimental set ups' just cause you're cranky about it. It's part of who I am.

I'm not cranky, I'm bein' realistic.

[He hunches into his scarf a bit, hiding his pout.]

And until such a time as you call them the scientific things they are, I won't meet them with any welcome.

Looks pretty cranky to me. There's going to be a lot of magic while you're here-- you might want to try to chill about it.

But it's wrong.

[He frowns, quite seriously now.]

Ewery one a you is deludin' yourself by beliewin' in such friwolous hoofbeast shit, too entranced by the fuckin' glow and sparkle to put your heads to use. Well, most a you - you're more intelligent than most, I'll giwe you, but here you are insistin' I accept something I am patently unable to take.

[Hmph.]

If someone went and started callin' the ceiling a this cawe the sky, like the stone were air and all that, you wouldn't just swallow it down, would you? It would be utterly false, and you'd know; to accept anything contrary would be utter absurdity.

Edited 2012-09-26 09:33 (UTC)

[Wow, did she get called 'more intelligent than most'?]

Not that I don't appreciate the compliment, but I mean that you can disagree without having to be so, um, pushy. For the sake of not arguing with people, which is good, cause that's how you make friends. By not arguing.

You can still think it's barmy as a bat, just, be gentler?

[She did! Then again, it's coming from Eridan about her understanding of magic, so take it with a grain of salt.]

Barmy as a what now? And you can make friends with arguin' just fine, Will.

[But it was still a compliment, if a backhanded one! She was so proud.]

Barmy as a bat. [Short pause.] ... Nocturnal flying echolocation beast? [she hazards at, truly having no clue how troll vocabulary works, but trying her best.]

And don't you want non-arguing friends? Sometimes it's nice just to be agreed with.

Still an odd phrase to use.

[Says him, with his unusual wordings.]

Of course I do, but I'd rather it be from them actually agreein' with me, not from me lyin' about my wiews on an issue.

I guess it's an Earth thing, Mr. Empiricist, [she says teasingly.]

You don't have to agree on everything in order to be friends. Look at us, we practically don't agree on anything, and I think we're doing okay.

[Eridan sighs.]

And since when was I sayin' we had to? I'm the one who told you just a bit ago that friends can argue, but you're the one who asked if I wanted friends who agree with me. I can hardly figure out what point you're aimin' for here.

[She restrains herself from rolling her eyes. Gosh, it's called courtesy.]

I'll break it down for you: just be nice to people sometimes. It's about picking your battles. Magic is important to me, and it not being magic is important to you, so for the sake of being nice we'll just... try not to point that out to each other too much.

Hmph. Fine enough.

[He did make an agreement in a similar vein with someone else he met here, if more simply then.]

Spiffy.

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