[Mia is not having a good day. She's actually been having a long series of not-good days and honestly, when she first wakes up in New Amsterdam, if it weren't for the fact that it reminded her so much of home, of her Star City, she might have a much more violent reaction much sooner.

It's too out of step to be a test from the Monitor. Not that she's the one that's needed testing - that usually falls more on her dad. But it could be the Monitor depositing her just out of reach, so that her father can die like he prophesied and Mia can't do anything to stop it.

She listens to the rundown and orientation, listens to what they all try to tell her, that people just get dumped here sometimes - more people the Monitor finds inconvenient maybe? But she keeps her mouth shut and takes in the information as best she can. A few moments later, while she's waiting to get processed in, she knows she has a chance to send out a message. One message without her name attached or any cover that might confuse them, so she throws it out into the ether.]

Overwatch, you out there?

[Maybe she'll get her mom. If the Monitor picked her up, maybe he got William too. Either way, she's going to watch the responses that come in, and try to figure out if there's anything here that's a little more familiar.]

[When she was a kid, her mom taught her that names had value. There was weight to them, and if she were to give someone her real name, they would have power over her that she didn't mean to give. Blackstar had been an easy alias in a world where no one knew she existed, but the people managing them here want a name, so she gives them a name that was almost hers but never was. A name that the people who matter will recognize, but the people that don't wouldn't look twice at.

Once she's settled, she has flips open the network to introduce herself. She'd rather stay off the grid as much as possible, but the people who know her won't find her if she keeps too low a profile.]

Not to get too existential on my first day, but ever wonder why we're here?

[She's looking for a much more literal answer but might as well make a joke of it, see what kind of people are on this network with her.]

[Managing her anger has always been a work in progress, but by some miracle, she manages to keep it together enough to earn enough money to buy her way into the fight club. She knows until she gets her feet under her, she needs to keep a lower profile, so that means not punching people in the streets and more punching people in socially acceptable places.

You could catch her mid-fight, getting a little overwhelmed by the cybernetic enhancements she's not used to fighting, or towards the end, when she's overwhelmed them with her feral anger fueled by twenty years of daddy issues. Or, you could be squaring off against her yourself, and she looks ... a bit too happy to have jumped in this ring.

Then again, there is always the after, when she's nursing bruises and throwing back a few shots to ease the sting. This part, the fighting, the drinking, the hiding, at least feels familiar, even if it's a part of her life she thought she'd left behind.

She can't tell if it's a step forward or step back but it feels like coming home all the same.]