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(HACK LEVEL: MODERATE.)
[This is only the second time Wanda has directed addressed the entire newcomer network. Since arriving, her NV has been used sporadically and never with any serious intent. Until now, she was content to stay in the background, picking and choosing with whom she spoke on a whim.
But things have changed. Recent events force her to actively seek out information. It is no longer possible to drift along, Pollyanna style, easily giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, hoping for the best. So, she’s putting on her big girl panties and actively taking control, something she should have done from the beginning. She’s not feeling up to using the video function, but she needs to see the faces of those who respond, to look in their eyes.]
Hello. I’ve spoken to a few of you but not many. [She manages a fragile smile.] I’m reaching out now to ask for information. You may have seen the news reports about the destruction of a SERO building. Two newcomers died; one of them was named Michael Xavier. [Despite how false it feels, the name flows from her lips easily enough.]
I knew Michael back home. [That’s a lie, but it’s close enough to the truth.] We never got a chance to reconnect here.
I am not looking for condolences. [In her eyes is a strange mix of sadness, fear, and determination.] I’m actually interested in anecdotes. Anything you can tell me about Michael and his life here in Siren’s Port would be of help. [Her expression hardens slightly.] And I want to know everything, the good and the bad, no matter how trivial. If you have any stories about Michael, I’d appreciate hearing them.
Thank you. This is important to me.