Bad enough that Simone had to pretty much flee to Boston when the German demon community didn’t understand her master thesis. When she scores a date with a beautiful woman upon arriving in the land of endless possibilities, she should have known that yet another demon secret service would have had a hand in that, eagerly waiting to ruin more of her life.
Same ‘verse as A Gift of Words, but considerably more bananas, the Linguist Blues is an example of a kind of story that I’m sorry to say is my number one staple these days – exasperated first person narrator undergoing plot while rolling her eyes at the sky and asking how this is her life. (see also: Paula Gets A Pony Ranch under general fiction) Though the Linguist Blues also goes back a long, long way to a self-insert prompt I once took in a fandom challenge. So you could say there’s no character more like me than Simone. Poor woman.