"...right, you came in after Harrowgate, which was. A big part of why I noped out of ambit." She shudders, clutching one armrest of her chair for support - more emotional than anything. "The short version is that I would have been in a perfect position to prevent Harrowgate's everything..."

She shakes her head. "My world is dangerous. Our magic and science rubs up against some dimensions with stuff either inclined to be or inherently hostile to human lives and souls, like for example a dude who had a play written about him I could name." Her voice is flat.

She composes herself with more drink. "Occultar Academy is where people go when they desperately need to learn how to use magic or Outer Science powered tech safely," she says. "We covered The King in Yellow as a textbook example of a memetic hazard. Literally, in the textbook."