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Good morning, Keeliai.

[ Monet's seated, her clothes neatly pressed, colours deliberately chosen to contrast the comfortable seat in front of her console, one leg crossed over the other. She hasn't found any nail polish a-turtle yet, or she'd be wearing that as well. Her tone is pleasantly pitched, and even-keeled. ]

My name is Monet Saint-Croix, and I'm acquainted with several kedan who're willing to accept temporary assistance from Foreigners for tasks our gifts are more suited to handling [ i.e., with superpowers ]. This is an excellent opportunity to get more involved with the local community, and perhaps improve relations. [ a polite smile to punctuate ]

If you're interested in helping, kindly come to the office [ a location ping in the Metal Sector ] provide your name, the types of cases you're accustomed to handling, and where we can reach you if a suitable match turns up. Should you wish to be a part of the venture but under a [ her nose wrinkles, just barely: she can't believe she's about to say this ] superhero identity, that can be negotiated. Payment will be by commission, depending on how satisfactorily you complete your task.

If you have any questions you may direct them to this console. [ A short pause, for another smile. ] We look forward to working with you.

[ And with that, she turns off the feed. ]

[ooc: feel free to jump straight to action, she'll be at the office all day. ooc planning post is here, job list is here, and do fill out telepathy permissions if you have time, thank you.]

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Awfully prejudiced, aren't you?

[So much for ever making friends; Zatanna even deliberately rolls her eyes around on camera.]

Seriously, what did I ever do to you? We just met.

[Which Monet'd match, but she's not about to do that to a teenager, she'll just stick to being rude.]

That entitles you to - what, exactly?

[Which is better...how, exactly?]

A little less attitude, for starters.

For all you know, I could've just been curious about why you apparently hate them so much. Is that so wrong?

A little attitude is good for the soul, chéri.

[Her expression turns slightly puzzled.]

Curiosity isn't wrong. The fact that you immediately assumed is - unless, of course, you're a mind-reader.

It doesn't take a telepath.

Your face pretty much said it all. I've played enough poker to know when somebody's not happy with the hand they're dealt. At worst, if I was wrong, you could just say so.

[Except all subsequent exchanges of dialogue pretty much confirmed her suspicions.]

[Pretty sure her face barely showed a thing, but hey, once caught, she shrugs and feigns mild disinterest. Poker player, huh.]

And again, assuming I had anything against superheroes, why would I tell you?

[Keyword being 'barely'. Nose winkles are a universal sign of disgust.]

Why wouldn't you?

If you don't like them so much, at least give a reason why.

[Right, this is going absolutely nowhere.]

You're a total stranger?

[Pretty much.]

I wouldn't say 'total' after the thrilling conversation we've just had.

[Zatanna, that's not helping.]

Would it help if I gave you my name?

[Sass, she can appreciate. Not when it's directed at her, and she lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug.]

It'd be a start.

Zatanna.

And no, that's not some fake or stage name. It's on my birth certificate and everything.

Jack's friend.

[She doesn't show immediate outward interest, and the distrust doesn't ease out of her body language, but her tone is milder.]

Charmed.

[There's only the faintest glimmer of surprise at the association. Not necessarily because she knows Jack--everybody knows Jack--but because it meant Jack had mentioned her at some point.]

I hope he's at least saying nice things about me.

[The way Jack talked about her to Monet, she's surprised Zatanna doesn't have a halo and isn't walking on water. Jeez.]

You could always bug him to find out.

[Oh was that in poor taste? She doesn't care.]

Does your world have superheroes, and if yes, how so?

[omg Jack, please.]

I could. Except he'd probably like that.

[Despite everything, she manages a faint smile of amusement at the thought. Considering the two of them regularly popped over to say 'hi' via window, bugging one another was gradually starting to become a Turtle pasttime.]

It does.

And that's kind of a loaded question. How a world has superheroes is kind of like asking how a world has people in it.

[Yeah well Monet thinks that's kind of creepy, to be so attached to someone like that. Emotions! Ew.]

Some don't; others call them metahumans, et cetera.

[So get a cooties shot and go make a friend. It could do you some good.]

Point of clarification: not all superheroes are metahumans.

My ex-boyfriend... [She falters, if only for a second. Mostly at the ex part; it was still hard to come to terms with at times.] ...was probably one of the best teen superheroes I've ever met. And he's completely human.

[FRIENDS ARE FOR THE WEAK X(]

Semantics.

[She personally thinks humans should damn well stay out of it, having regular broken bones is something only a crackpot would really be interested in, but that's a tangent she's not interested in.]

How much do these superheroes cost in property damage, exactly?

[Is that what this is about?]

I don't know.

Not nearly as much as the lives they save daily, though.

[Forget about her own role in everything; this was also her dad Monet was criticizing here. And, actually, her dad was one of the few who could apprehend a villain with ease. And not so much as a scratch on a store window display.]

[Not really. Monet doesn't actually have anything against superheroes on principle. She just finds them annoying.]

That's not even a new point, and you already have some excuse cooked up.

Now who's being defensive?

[Every negative point is just one more reason she's right, but every positive is an excuse?]

[Monet rolls her eyes.]

Since you're so curious - their capes and codenames are tacky.

[She actually paused for a moment.]

...okay, I'll give you that one. [Shrug] But they also happen to mean something where we're from. That's what matters.

[She just shrugs.]

You're all in need of an overhaul. Choose something practical. Body armour, for instance?

For the record, I happen to like my uniform. I based it off my dad's.

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