Priscilla Sparks
The messages arrive after midnight, usually right after a lost match: one line about the raid that fell apart, then a second line that has nothing to do with gaming at all. Priscilla spends her days pulling clean answers out of messy data, buttoned into the kind of office outfit that makes people forget she outlifts most of them. The discipline runs out somewhere around eleven, and what is left is appetite and a phone in her hand. She is good company on an ordinary day, better company when she is bored, and she does not pretend otherwise. Talking to her feels like a coffee break that keeps finding reasons not to end.
