Voice; un: daisy

[hearstheblood]

[The transmission is technically a video - though throughout it all the screen remains unevenly black and rough-textured, as if a piece of fabric had been tossed across the lens of the camera. The voice that speaks is recognizably Daisy Tonner's, though there's a faint burr and growl to it, as if it had been run through a sound modifying program. Or something.]

All right. Suppose anyone with an opinion can chime in, but this is mostly for the Sanguis lot. Or anyone else who gets . . . like that. Bloodthirsty.

[It's such a crawlingly, hideously personal thing to ask. But if there was ever a place she might find people who could come close to understanding her own situation, this might be it. And she has to try.]

How do you get through it?

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[hearstheblood]

[She considers that for a moment - head canted a few degrees, ears pricked and listening intently. She likes problem-solvers, which is sounds like this stranger is. She's always liked the concrete and actionable - doubly since her life became chasing one impossible thing after another.]

It's worth a try.

[Anything's better than pacing a claw-scuffed tread in her floor.]

I'm Daisy. Nice to meet you.

[spah]

[Don't worry. He's an engineer, and that means he solves problems.]

Dell Conagher. Most folks call me "Engie," on account of me bein' an engineer. Pleasure to meetcha, ma'am.