Here's a bunch of interpretations of Monica...

How did she even get herself into this? This being 'on a different Earth than the one Humanity in her dimension sprang from thousands of years before now'? Well, she is a weirdness magnet, that's for sure. Not even the Ambassador knows how long she's spent on Zekira, before coming here to this Earth, but now they're here on Twoarth and frankly they've seen weirder.

In her very rare spare time, Monica shows up at her book store the WALLOFTEXT (which in its original incarnation she actually only visited... but became a regular patron of it and a 'good friend' of the one employee... had she not gone off to be a Badass Rogue Historian, that dimension's shop would have been a great place for her to work), or goes on space worthy jaunts with some old friends in other dimensions. She's fully accepted this multidimensionality, but understands that there's only one of her - which is a rarity itself - spread across all these weird disparate locations.

And yes those kids she has on Zekira were spliced, not born from her, she lacks the ability to physically carry a child because of what that would do to her skin and the history etched upon it. She isn't a tremendously doting parent, she has high expectations and tries her hardest to make sure that any child of hers, or ones in her care, learns as much about how to comprehend the world around them as they possibly can.

Because she is a diplomat, at times she's been called upon to settle disputes among students, or even the local gangs...

Monica seems super serious and somewhat uptight when you first meet her. She's very tall and imposing, though not muscularly threatening. Just somewhat stiff and very upright, but that's because her body is covered in extremely tiny microprinted etchings, and her thick skin is capable of 'reading' that writing from the inside, on every tiny movement. Keeping eerily still is one of her favorite tactics, she can sleep standing up in a meditative state which is quite creepy to walk in on her just... standing there... She can fall into a meditative trance and still keep watch and listen in on things, so if she seems like she's zoned out, she likely is not, she's much more likely just waiting for the perfect moment for a prank. Some of her practical jokes have gone too far, so she's had to really rein them in on campus (and on Zekira where such things can be quite costly if done to the wrong person with the right legal team). But she definitely likes putting extra-hot sauce on sandwiches, surprising people with sudden movement bursts, or just literally walking through fire and ice with absolutely no side effects. She keeps calm in any disaster, so if a big earthquake or tsunami hits this area, she will probably be on the front lines making sure that no one gets hurt.

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It was only after a couple years working at Carramba that she became aware that someone was watching her. A plain looking woman with a lot of tattoos, perhaps she thought her own skin was interesting? Turned out to be Lethe Gray, one of the professors on campus who taught Fiction Writing and role playing and some other things. Hers was the flip side of Monica's profession - where Monica concentrated on history and facts, Lethe was obviously all about the words being made into fantasy and imagination. Far from snubbing any contact, then, Monica always loved hearing different ways to interpret any given event. It looked like Lethe would incorporate things she'd seen around her life, into her own stories? That was pretty cool. They hit it off fairly well, though Monica did think the other woman was a little on the fidgety side, almost always moving and rustling around with whatever spare energy she had.

But also, Monica learned... she was a dragon rider? Maybe 'rider' was a stretch, but she had several dragons that showed up now and then. Sometimes to offer information, sometimes to pester her, often with food gifts or dead animals which were meant to be food gifts. Also she was always covered in cat fur and some amount of feathers? What was up with that? Turned out - she had a whole flock of winged cats to her name, roosting in her attic or wherever it was she lived on Twoarth.

It was when the blue dragon that had been the most frequent visitor to Lethe caught a glimpse of Monica that things seemed to go even weirder. Did she think she was good for a dragon? Was there a place she wanted to stand? Oh - no, no no, Monica asserted, no she had enough on her plate!

But. The dragon insisted that she was good for some kind of dragon work, whether it was riding or any other duty. And instead of having her move to another world to bond a dragon, Bhavaiyath actually brought her some. They were small, thankfully, and they were mainly self-sufficient. Which was great, because Monica had, as she said, a lot on her plate already...

"If Maxwell could see this," Monica muttered, while watching her ... flock? Of these things run around in the large enclosure built for her yard. It was a good thing that dragonriders - or those who could claim to be associated, like herself - got a stipend and even a place to put these dragons, as Crescent City started gaining traction as a 'dragon centric' locale. It was a place out of the way of the urban sprawl, which suited Monica pretty well, as she'd always liked the feel of fresh unpolluted air on her skin, and the healthy grass below her feet. That grass was being absolutely ripped to shreds by these dragons' talons...

They were fast, low to the ground, highly predatory. They were raptors, first and foremost, dragons sort of... because? Perhaps the government had to lump everything that was like this into 'dragon' because they certainly weren't at all like Bhavaiyath or any of the other dragons around campus that Monica came into contact with regularly. A couple of them were fellow professors... These however did not shapeshift, and were not really all that smart in terms of independent society. But they definitely had their own 'culture' going, and they were very clearly 'smart'... Maybe even 'clever' was the better word.