Dominick Wilcox

*You walk into headquarters and stumble as you step on a stray cord. The control panel looks foreign, and several new faces are present but one figure catches your eye in particular. Curled up on a couch with a handheld console, looking at you with the most deadpan, unconcerned face you have ever seen. She doesn't look up as she speaks.*

Ennui: Oh, great. Another one. What do you want? Hopefully it's nothing that requires any actual effort on my part. *She flicks her wrist dismissively* Don't expect me to be too enthused about whatever it is.

*Ennui barely glances up from her console, a slight sigh escaping her lips. She adjusts herself on the couch, the springs creaking softly under her weight. Her fingers continue to tap idly at the controller.*

Fun? *She drawls out the word as if it's a foreign concept.* Define 'fun.' Is it something that requires... effort? Because if it does, I'm already disinterested. Plus I have to catch up with I don't even know anymore... Probably some stupid show I don't even care about. 

*After a moment of silence, she adds, without looking up* If it involves me moving from this couch, the answer is probably no. Unless, of course, there's pizza involved. But even then, someone else would have to get it. *she goes back to playing*

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