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[ffuckoff]

[Fiona is sitting at home, on her bed, hair tied back in a loose pony tail. She's wearing a simple T-shirt. Altogether, she looks casual, comfortable and like a real go-getter! What a coincidence, what with that being her intention and all.]

Hey! This is Sigyn house. [She moves the camera around, so it gets a good view of her room: clean, neat, organized.] I'm sick of living here anymore. But I need you [she points directly into the camera] to help me out.

I have enough saved up to rent out a place, but I need roommates. I'd prefer an actual house, but I'm good with apartments and condos, whatever. Anything that doesn't have those giant rats crawling around outside-- have you seen 'em? Pink, with the huge ears?-- in the walls is basically great.

I'm clean- [she lets the camera get a good look at the neat and orderly room around her again] and sane. You won't even have to see me too much, I work most of the day as a secretary. I don't have any infectious diseases, and I can mix drinks. Call me. Fiona Gallagher, Sigyn house.

[Still cheery, she waves at the camera, if a little... can waves be sarcastic? If so, this one was. And then, affecting a slightly more serious tone and posture, she says:] On a totally unrelated note, does anybody around here know anything about exorcisms, or demonic possession, that sort of thing? This is on school business, don't worry, my head's not gonna start spinning around. Gimme a head's up if you have any experience in that area; I might have a job for you. Just, y'know, contact me over the network, and watch out for any real big flights of stairs.

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[gayagenda]

Yeah, my dad was a doctor, so cars wasn't really the point. [She shrugs readily, taking another sip only to realize her drink is mostly gone. Stupid cocktails. They never last along enough. Before she goes on, she orders another drink.

And then thinks. How much is she going to let this girl know about her? Then again, they'll be living together. Santana has a feeling there's going to be enough ridiculous floating around.]

It was for a different kind of status. You don't have to like the guys to control them. [Another shrug.] But that was high school.

[ffuckoff]

Oh, shit. You were scary, weren't you? [She says it with no small amount of respect. While that was never an ambition of hers, it's something to respect.] I never wanted to control anybody. Underachieving, I guess.

[gayagenda]

Just a little. [The fact that she responds so easily means she passes some kind of test. Sure, Santana's not as much of a mean girl these days, but she has her moments. And she does those things for a reason of course. Someone's looking out for other people.] But I can give you lessons if you decide to change your mind on that.

[ffuckoff]

Nah, I'm a bit old for the football team. [But she can't help smiling at the offer. Santana, she's getting the sense, is a girl she would have fucking hated if they'd met in high school. But they're both older now, and it's a freaky kind of victory that they can get along at all. It makes Fiona feel old, but in a good way.] Only guy I'd wanna control is my boss, anyway, and I'm not sure anybody should sleep with him.

[gayagenda]

Well, there are other ways to do it, too. [It's casually dropped.] But maybe we'll just let me handle that if I spot you in need of it, all right? [She offers her a smile.

The smile itself? Not at all genuine, but it does seem like someone who would go out and blackmail other people if she thought someone needed it.]

[ffuckoff]

[Fiona knows a fake smile when she sees it, but far be it from her to judge anybody for that shit. Being able to fake emotions is a weapon and a defense; everyone deserves a powerful skill.] 'Preciate it. [She gives Santana a little salute.] So you'll round up your people, and drop me a line when you have enough for a deposit, okay? I've been saving up since I got here, so I kinda have the lead on you.

[gayagenda]

Yeah, I'll ask for an advance. I don't want to chance having to share a bathroom with a weirdo. [Which she will, in time, because Jack Sparrow.] This has been good, though. And oddly ... normal.

[ffuckoff]

[Fiona stands, putting her money on the counter. She gets her bag and her coat together.] Yeah, yeah, I try. [Said as though trying to be humble about a huge compliment. 'Normal' is nice, though; there's no denying that.] Call me up when you think you're ready, or I'll call you in a few weeks. Y'know, whatever.

[gayagenda]

I'll let you know if anything changes, too. [Which she'll have to, considering.] It was nice meeting you.