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[professor_charisma]

I suppose I should give an introduction as well, since I've just arrived, though I'll admit right out I'm not much for talking about myself. I'm a new Warden, my name is Waver Velvet. I'm from London, which I hope is a recognizable name to people out there. I know that we're all meeting here from different corners of the universe.

Ice breakers do seem a bit awkward in a situation like this, don't they. It feels out of place to say something like "I can't wait to get to work" or "I'm glad to be here". So I'll just say that I'm here to help in whatever way I can. Back home, I'm a professor, and I'd rather handle this position as a teacher rather than an actual warden. I am looking forward to meeting everyone and doing whatever I'm able to.

WARDEN FILTER
I'd rather meet my new coworkers face to face than over this, so I'll be in the lounge going over my materials at Warden Command if anyone cares to chat. But over this is fine as well. I'm not picky.

[Action tags welcome for any Warden who cares to meet. Waver will be sitting at one of the open-air tables looking over his communicator with a cup of coffee. He has a lot of reading to do, so better get that caffeine flowing. Right now, he's going over any inmate information he can access, and is taking some notes. He's planning to hit up the library later to check out books from and about their homelands, to get a better idea of where these people are coming from.]

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[helenite]

"Brakebills," Alice slides into place across the table, fingers hugging the edge of the communicator, like someone else — somewhere else — might brace an analogue briefcase. "2009? New York, phosphoromancny based on kinetic principles and if none of that matches up, at least we've got somewhere to start."

A pause, to breathe. That all came out in a bit of a muddle. Alice glances down, readjusts the screen in her hand; belatedly sticks one out to shake.

"Hi," She looks him in the eye, but doesn't hold it. "Alice Quinn."

[professor_charisma]

Waver is surprised by the sudden introduction, but it's all like music to his ears. There were mages here after all, not just inmate ones.

He rises to introduce himself and accept that handshake, all professional and more than glad to return his own credentials.

"Lor--, Ah, Waver Velvet. The Clock Tower, 2006, London.
Department Head of Modern Magecraft Theory. Former student of Evocation."

He gesture for her to have a seat at his table.

"Glad to hear someone close to my own time."