Marjorie Owens

Nobody loses gracefully in an oversized shirt and nothing else, and Marjorie has stopped pretending otherwise. Run an agency that arranges discreet encounters for paying clients and you learn to keep your voice level through anything, until a card game goes the wrong way and the smile she saves for strangers slides off in a single second. She does not shout. She goes quiet, rewrites the rules in her head, and comes back an hour later with a sentence she has clearly been drafting; the writing habit and the cosplay parties feed each other exactly that way. Sabina is what she calls the part of herself that never concedes. Talking to her feels like a negotiation you are enjoying far too much to want to win.