WHADDUP TURDS! (CW: language)

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[A video feed crackles to life, showing a young woman with red hair and a severe case of argyria. For a moment, she looks like she's mock-preening, making a smoochy face and brushing some hair behind an ear. Then she gives what can only be described as a nasty grin, though there isn't anything inherently awful about it; it's just very wide and confident. Perhaps it's the pointy eyebrows.]

Well, well, well, get a load'a this place, huh? WILD. Never had anyone just hand over a whole-ass apartment rent free before! Little constricting, though. I'm more of a secret-underground-lair kinda gal.

ANYWAY, name's Livewire, sure am glad t'be here! Whoever ganked me got me out of one hell of a shit cake, let me tell you! I mean, who knew INTERPOL were such sticklers, am I right?

[She flops on the bed with her shoes on and toasts the camera with her free bottle of liquor.]

So, dicks, I'm told I'm a Monster, which, y'know - HA! - no surprise, there!

[Then her expression drops and she looks serious and thoughtful.]

But gosh darn it, it seems I ain't in Kansas anymore. You don't know me. So who's makin' this unkind-but-I'll-be-honest-completely-accurate assessment?