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coppelganger) wrote2023-06-02 10:46 am
coppelganger) wrote2023-06-02 10:46 am
Entry tags:
ic contact; MoM
Hey, it's Sarah. Leave a message.
Hey, it's Sarah. Leave a message.
what the fuck is wrong with australia?
yeah, i'll bring you food. bloody hell.
yeah, i'll bring you food. bloody hell.
federation, probably
if only we were still part of your glorious empire
:(
youre the best
no pickles but if you get burgers
that shit is gross
if only we were still part of your glorious empire
:(
youre the best
no pickles but if you get burgers
that shit is gross
mm hm
okay, got it, pickles on everything. see you soon.
okay, got it, pickles on everything. see you soon.
[ Sarah starts in as soon as Alison picks up. ]
She was gonna find out we're here anyway!
She was gonna find out we're here anyway!
( It's early on a Sunday, or at least, it's 7am on a Sunday, which she figures is Too Early by Sarah standards when Sarissa knocks on the doorframe and steps into the guest room that Sarah's been inhabiting; double bed, grey and blue sheets and white walls that are clean rather than sterile. The curtains aren't shut properly, so while the room is dark it is being invaded by the early Florida sun, and Sarissa walks over to tug it shut a little more to grant Sarah more darkness to sleep better before she goes.
For now, though, she has to talk to her, so she's gently setting a hand on Sarah's shoulder. )
Hey, sleephead. I gotta head out, alright? I'll bring some breakfast back with me.
( ... she's dressed up nice, though. Nicer than usual. )
For now, though, she has to talk to her, so she's gently setting a hand on Sarah's shoulder. )
Hey, sleephead. I gotta head out, alright? I'll bring some breakfast back with me.
( ... she's dressed up nice, though. Nicer than usual. )
[ Sarah jerks awake at the first touch, the instinctive reaction of a person who both doesn't sleep well and who half-expects to be woken up by something a lot less nice than a shake of the shoulder. She squints in the dim light, taking in the bedroom and the person standing next to her and slowly relaxing back onto the bed. Okay. Just Sarissa, it's good. It's all good. Except it's very early, and Sarissa's wearing... what. That. ]
The hell are you goin'?
The hell are you goin'?
To invade a top secret government building, hidden in a volcano. I'd tell you more, but I won't find out until I go pick up the secret communicator hidden in a packet of gum.
( So gravely. )
( So gravely. )
Piss off, then. Don't fall into the lava.
[ With that, she turns over and yanks the blanket up over her chin, like a mature adult. She'll interrogate Sarissa further in a couple hours, when she's actually awake. ]
[ With that, she turns over and yanks the blanket up over her chin, like a mature adult. She'll interrogate Sarissa further in a couple hours, when she's actually awake. ]
Hey, come on.
( Well, perhaps in retrospect being evasive when Sarah's brother is missing was not terrible helpful. She sighs and moves, peeling back the blanket just a little bit. )
I'm going to church. I'll be back in an hour and a half, I'll bring croissants or something. Okay?
( Well, perhaps in retrospect being evasive when Sarah's brother is missing was not terrible helpful. She sighs and moves, peeling back the blanket just a little bit. )
I'm going to church. I'll be back in an hour and a half, I'll bring croissants or something. Okay?
[ Sarah opens her eyes and squints up at her again, this time in confusion. ]
Church?
[ Church, to her, either means Alison with her "Jesus Murphy!"s and cross necklaces, or it means Helena with her scrawled bible passages and fish knife. ]
Church?
[ Church, to her, either means Alison with her "Jesus Murphy!"s and cross necklaces, or it means Helena with her scrawled bible passages and fish knife. ]
Church. ( Echoed, confirmed. )
St. Blasios, specifically. ( Her smile becomes a little self mocking. ) I'll keep my device thing on vibrate so if you need to get hold of me you can.
St. Blasios, specifically. ( Her smile becomes a little self mocking. ) I'll keep my device thing on vibrate so if you need to get hold of me you can.
Don't worry about me. Wouldn't wanna interrupt your praying.
[ She says it fondly, though, even if the thought of Sarissa going to church every Sunday is one she's going to have to get used to. Sarah knows they're all different people, but she still finds herself occasionally making the assumption that because they're clones, they must... well, think about the world like she does. Obviously not the case. ]
[ She says it fondly, though, even if the thought of Sarissa going to church every Sunday is one she's going to have to get used to. Sarah knows they're all different people, but she still finds herself occasionally making the assumption that because they're clones, they must... well, think about the world like she does. Obviously not the case. ]
Praying? Please. I'm going to meet hot babes, obviously.
( But there's a little roll of her eyes at herself, as she straightens up, smoothing her hands over her shirt. Classy button down, instead of haphazard chaos button down. Ironed, even. )
You like cinnamon rolls or danishes or croissants better?
( But there's a little roll of her eyes at herself, as she straightens up, smoothing her hands over her shirt. Classy button down, instead of haphazard chaos button down. Ironed, even. )
You like cinnamon rolls or danishes or croissants better?
Girl after my own heart. ( Very gently, Sarissa lists forward and nudges Sarah's jaw with the back of her fingers, and eases back. )
I'll get it sorted. See you in a bit, okay?
I'll get it sorted. See you in a bit, okay?
[ Sarah gives her a tired smile. ]
Thanks. See you.
Thanks. See you.
[ Oh, shit.
Sarah knows immediately what Clara's talking about, and she knows what it must mean. Cosima told Clara. Clara's not taking it well. ]
Uh... Well. We got to a point where I couldn't be with him unless he knew, 'cause otherwise everything would just be... fake.
[ #sorryforthrowingyouunderthebuscosima ]
Sarah knows immediately what Clara's talking about, and she knows what it must mean. Cosima told Clara. Clara's not taking it well. ]
Uh... Well. We got to a point where I couldn't be with him unless he knew, 'cause otherwise everything would just be... fake.
[ #sorryforthrowingyouunderthebuscosima ]
[ Ohhhh nooooo. No, no, no, no, no. ]
No, listen, Rachel's—Rachel's not— [ Fuuuuuck. ] Where are you? Maybe we should meet up, talk a bit.
No, listen, Rachel's—Rachel's not— [ Fuuuuuck. ] Where are you? Maybe we should meet up, talk a bit.
I'll text you my address.
[ And a few seconds later, she sends it over. ]
[ And a few seconds later, she sends it over. ]
Okay. I'll see you.
[She shows up about twenty minutes later, looking like hell. Angry hell.
Clara Oswald will move mountains to lie about her well-being when it counts. She'll stop at nothing to make people believe exactly what she wants them to about her emotional state. But right now, none of that matters. She feels betrayed, and damaged, and she's had several swallows of really awful vodka, and she's ready to cry and scream. The only trace of the prim schoolteacher Sarah spoke with over the network back in February is in her unwrinkled blouse.
Her first words aren't promising - ]
I'm sorry. I tried to get drunk.
[She shows up about twenty minutes later, looking like hell. Angry hell.
Clara Oswald will move mountains to lie about her well-being when it counts. She'll stop at nothing to make people believe exactly what she wants them to about her emotional state. But right now, none of that matters. She feels betrayed, and damaged, and she's had several swallows of really awful vodka, and she's ready to cry and scream. The only trace of the prim schoolteacher Sarah spoke with over the network back in February is in her unwrinkled blouse.
Her first words aren't promising - ]
I'm sorry. I tried to get drunk.
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