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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.
This is Mark Vorkosigan. I spoke with Sarissa Theron. She referred me to you.
[ Yeah, she's not texting this conversation. She calls him back a minute after she gets his message. ]
What do you want, Mark?
What do you want, Mark?
What'd you get Sarissa for her birthday?
[We interrupt your clone drama for the really important questions.]
[We interrupt your clone drama for the really important questions.]
is it fucked up to leave before someone wakes up
when you’re dating, I mean, not like a one off
when you’re dating, I mean, not like a one off
permatext; Sarah why are you even awake right now jesus
coppelganger
2016-11-12 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
hate to break it to you, but yeah
(ρﾟ∩ﾟ) in fact, just: http://magnitudes.dreamwidth.org/icons?view=all
magnitudes
- 2016-11-13 04:21 (UTC) - ExpandBACKDATED to post-birthday disaster and before their last text chat.
magnitudes
2016-12-05 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
( Sarissa has spent a day or so being kind of gutted, and it has almost nothing to do with the fact that all that shit with Kavinsky happened at her birthday party, or that Sarah left when they were meant to hang out after, or any of that stuff. That did hurt, sure, but it was nothing on the rest. Nothing on knowing she'd made a bad judgment call, and that she'd backed the guy who hurt her sisters, for... what, exactly? Some idea that everyone under the age of twenty-one needed protecting?
That still mattered to her, and wasn't likely to ever change. It'd be like expecting Sarah not to care about Cosima and Alison and Helena, or to give up punk rock, or to... Christ, something else bizarre and impossible. Sarissa's sitting on a step near Sarah's place, waiting for her to turn up, arms hugged across her chest in a way that's meant to look more like they're casually crossed and isn't totally successful.
She looks up at the sound of Sarah's footsteps, familiar, and doesn't move otherwise. )
If you don't want to talk to me, I get it. I'll go. I just— was hoping you'd want to.
That still mattered to her, and wasn't likely to ever change. It'd be like expecting Sarah not to care about Cosima and Alison and Helena, or to give up punk rock, or to... Christ, something else bizarre and impossible. Sarissa's sitting on a step near Sarah's place, waiting for her to turn up, arms hugged across her chest in a way that's meant to look more like they're casually crossed and isn't totally successful.
She looks up at the sound of Sarah's footsteps, familiar, and doesn't move otherwise. )
If you don't want to talk to me, I get it. I'll go. I just— was hoping you'd want to.
[ Sarah's not exactly surprised to see her sister waiting for her, but she's caught off guard enough to look trapped as she stands there in front of Sarissa, hands in her pockets. She takes a step forward, scuffing the sole of her boot on the pavement, and stops there. ]
Well, I've still got your birthday gifts. You should open 'em. [ If she sounds guilty, it's because she is guilty. She ruined Sarissa's birthday party. What kind of shitty person does that? ]
Well, I've still got your birthday gifts. You should open 'em. [ If she sounds guilty, it's because she is guilty. She ruined Sarissa's birthday party. What kind of shitty person does that? ]
I won a trip to Disney World
I hope you like teacup rides
I hope you like teacup rides
How's Mendel? Also, favorite Disney character? It's very important.
(She hasn't seen Sarah in days. Or spoken to her. She's been getting thinner through December but now she looks exhausted in new ways and duller, like there's no spark or fight left in her. She's been cooking for Elliot without eating much herself, and it's like the final straw of neglect for her body to endure.
She knocks, pushing an envelope of photos taken from memories under the door - there's a note that just says "I'm sorry," and she's hugging her arms around her, rocking back on her feet. Sarissa lingers a few moments, and then has second thoughts about her second thoughts and double thinks and tears shit apart on her head before she sets down a wooden boat in front of Sarah's door, out of the way so it doesn't get trodden on, before starting a slow, unsteady shuffle down the hall. )
She knocks, pushing an envelope of photos taken from memories under the door - there's a note that just says "I'm sorry," and she's hugging her arms around her, rocking back on her feet. Sarissa lingers a few moments, and then has second thoughts about her second thoughts and double thinks and tears shit apart on her head before she sets down a wooden boat in front of Sarah's door, out of the way so it doesn't get trodden on, before starting a slow, unsteady shuffle down the hall. )
Edited 2016-12-19 01:32 (UTC)
[ Sarah isn't in a huge hurry to open the door. She's not sure who she's expecting, either. Sarissa, or even worse, Cosima or Alison here to yell at her about Sarissa. When she opens the door and sees—nobody, she's too surprised, at first, even to look down. When she does, and sees the envelope—"I'm sorry"—she knows immediately who must have left it, and she steps out into the hall without even registering the little boat next to the doorway.
She can see how bad off Sarissa is even from a distance, and her stomach immediately seems to curdle with guilt. She opens her mouth, hesitates, then pushes the nervousness away. ]
Oi, you weren't even gonna make sure some arsehole didn't swing by and steal this shit?
She can see how bad off Sarissa is even from a distance, and her stomach immediately seems to curdle with guilt. She opens her mouth, hesitates, then pushes the nervousness away. ]
Oi, you weren't even gonna make sure some arsehole didn't swing by and steal this shit?
On Christmas Day Sarah will receive;
A PUNK BELT of sorts, just imagine this but instead of bullets there are slightly stylised looking pieces of lockpicking equipment. Godspeed, padlocks of MoM. Godspeed.
There's also a total old lady locket, don't judge her, and a quiet offer to make more photos if Sarah ever wants.
Finally, she also gives Sarah an opal - it's not set in jewellery or anything, but it comes with the offer of being set in a ring or necklace or bracelet or whatever Sarah wants - and she'd find out without too much difficulty that Cosima and Alison received them too. She'll totally tldr why she picked that one if Sarah wants.
A PUNK BELT of sorts, just imagine this but instead of bullets there are slightly stylised looking pieces of lockpicking equipment. Godspeed, padlocks of MoM. Godspeed.
There's also a total old lady locket, don't judge her, and a quiet offer to make more photos if Sarah ever wants.
Finally, she also gives Sarah an opal - it's not set in jewellery or anything, but it comes with the offer of being set in a ring or necklace or bracelet or whatever Sarah wants - and she'd find out without too much difficulty that Cosima and Alison received them too. She'll totally tldr why she picked that one if Sarah wants.
[On Christmas morning, Sarah will find a gift bag outside her door. The tag is signed with a smiley face and a doodle of an hourglass, and inside is a bottle of nice bourbon and a set of spill-proof whiskey glasses.
Merry Christmas Sarah!]
Merry Christmas Sarah!]
Edited 2016-12-25 21:38 (UTC)
hi
did you move
[He doesn't even know how long it's been. It was summer when he left, and there's frost on the ground now, but between the two is a dark, indeterminate void. Two seconds, two eternities; both, neither.]
did you move
[He doesn't even know how long it's been. It was summer when he left, and there's frost on the ground now, but between the two is a dark, indeterminate void. Two seconds, two eternities; both, neither.]
[ Sarah props herself up on one arm in bed when she hears the text notification, only half awake. She stares down at it in confusion for several seconds before looking at the name attached. Her heart starts to beat faster and faster, and suddenly she's wide awake. ]
if this is a joke you'd better fucking run, right now.
if this is a joke you'd better fucking run, right now.
( Abruptly (at a time of your choosing), Sarah will find that all of her texts come through with the same message - or, the same-ish, depending on how many characters long the message is. It even converts old texts. The base message?
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
So, instead of
hi
did you move
from George, it reads
FA
MIL IAR EYES
and instead of saroula, i'm starving, can you bring pizza home and one of those jumbo boxes of cornettos? or something equivalently ridiculous from Sarissa, it reads: FAMILIA RE YESTELLNO LIES FAM ILIAR EYEST ELLN OLI ES FAMIL AREYE STELLN OL IESFAMILIA, and so on.
The effect lasts for about 24 hours, all texts being changed to this message, except for those coming from Cosima and Alison. There also six new texts, all from different burner numbers.
ENJOY. )
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
So, instead of
hi
did you move
from George, it reads
FA
MIL IAR EYES
and instead of saroula, i'm starving, can you bring pizza home and one of those jumbo boxes of cornettos? or something equivalently ridiculous from Sarissa, it reads: FAMILIA RE YESTELLNO LIES FAM ILIAR EYEST ELLN OLI ES FAMIL AREYE STELLN OL IESFAMILIA, and so on.
The effect lasts for about 24 hours, all texts being changed to this message, except for those coming from Cosima and Alison. There also six new texts, all from different burner numbers.
ENJOY. )
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
FAMILIAR EYES TELL NO LIES.
Edited 2017-01-07 01:38 (UTC)
[ In the confusion and, no lie, fear of seeing all her texts transformed into the same cryptic message, it actually takes Sarah a while to figure out that they're not all changed. The ones from Cosima and Allison haven't been, and surely that has to mean something. She debates for a bit before she sends a reply to one of the burner numbers—maybe she should contact the others first—but in the end, her impulsivity wins out. ]
just one, I'm a few, no family too. who am I?
[ There. A riddle for a riddle, Riddler. ]
just one, I'm a few, no family too. who am I?
[ There. A riddle for a riddle, Riddler. ]
Sarah!
( Never prone to dramatics, Sarissa only bursts through the door yelling Sarah's name. She used her keys, at least, rather than kicking the door in, and she has a bag of groceries. (A canvas bag, obviously, not plastic. Save the planet, fuckers.) The groceries are mostly "whatever food Sarah finds comforting that she can think of" or ingredients to make those things, and instead of calmly and methodically putting it all away she just shoves whatever needs to be refrigerated in the fridge before calling out Sarah's nam again. )
Sarah? ( And, more quietly: ) Please be here, please don't have pulled a me—
( Never prone to dramatics, Sarissa only bursts through the door yelling Sarah's name. She used her keys, at least, rather than kicking the door in, and she has a bag of groceries. (A canvas bag, obviously, not plastic. Save the planet, fuckers.) The groceries are mostly "whatever food Sarah finds comforting that she can think of" or ingredients to make those things, and instead of calmly and methodically putting it all away she just shoves whatever needs to be refrigerated in the fridge before calling out Sarah's nam again. )
Sarah? ( And, more quietly: ) Please be here, please don't have pulled a me—
[ Sarah is there! Hurrah! She is lying on the sofa with an arm draped over her eyes and a half-empty bottle of bourbon on the table next to her, however, so, you know. Things could be worse, but they could also be better. She doesn't answer when Sarissa calls, but she does wave vaguely with her free hand, signalling her presence. ]
So, remember how you asked if George was able to come over?
shit, that came out wrong, I'm not saying he can't btw
[It's a familiar tradition, a video call from Cosima after something terrible happened. She looks pale, but mostly okay. She's definitely doing better than Sarah or Clara. (And Sarissa, but Cosima's trying not to think about that.)]
Hey, Sarah. Feeling awake?
Hey, Sarah. Feeling awake?
Hey.
[ Sarah, for her part, still looks pretty rough, with a healing cut on one temple, skin that's still too pale, and dark circles under her eyes, but she breaks into a tired smile when she sees Cosima on the video feed. ]
Is this revenge for that time you Skyped Alison and I from a hospital room?
[ Sarah, for her part, still looks pretty rough, with a healing cut on one temple, skin that's still too pale, and dark circles under her eyes, but she breaks into a tired smile when she sees Cosima on the video feed. ]
Is this revenge for that time you Skyped Alison and I from a hospital room?
[ Oh, great, just what she wanted to deal with. ]
This had nothing to do with that.
This had nothing to do with that.
Pack a bag. Getting you a room at a hotel for a few nights. Place called the Castile, very high security.
a text, probably sent from the kitchen as she cooks, while sarah is upstairs. like a loser.
magnitudes
2017-02-10 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Found a guy that can put magical wards on the house and make it like a fortress. Magically, not physically. Gonna whip up a saferoom, so there's somewhere we can hunker down when shit goes south. Keep it supplied and good to go for when there's crazy shit going down. Would something like that be okay? I can cover the maintenance costs and that.
Speaking of which, I registered with the government, today. Gonna go legit.
Food'll be ready in twenty, by the way.
Speaking of which, I registered with the government, today. Gonna go legit.
Food'll be ready in twenty, by the way.
[ There's no answering text, but a few minutes later, Sarah wanders downstairs, stepping carefully around the Sarissa-sized hole, and into the kitchen. She leans back against the countertop so she can both slouch in a cool, punk way and watch Sarissa as she cooks. ]
So are you gonna be superheroing, now you've gone legit?
So are you gonna be superheroing, now you've gone legit?
[ Oh, god. ]
I was going to tell you, I just— [ wussed out, more or less. ] I didn't want to bring more drama so soon after you came back.
I was going to tell you, I just— [ wussed out, more or less. ] I didn't want to bring more drama so soon after you came back.
[Sorry for the surround sound.]
Hey, I, uh... just heard what happened. I wanted to make sure you were- you were all okay.
[Which maybe could have been thought out better? Too late now.]
Just let me know, alright?
Hey, I, uh... just heard what happened. I wanted to make sure you were- you were all okay.
[Which maybe could have been thought out better? Too late now.]
Just let me know, alright?
[ Oh, Christ, who's been kidnapped now? ]
Sure. What's up?
Sure. What's up?
( Knock knock. )
Saroula? It's me.
( As if it needs to be clarified ) It's fine if you're pissed and you don't wanna talk, I just—
( She's talking through a door, resting her body against the frame and her head against the door, because she's tired and she doesn't expect the door to open. ) Sylar contacted me. I already got in touch with RISE, and all that, I just wanted— to let you know, or something.
Saroula? It's me.
( As if it needs to be clarified ) It's fine if you're pissed and you don't wanna talk, I just—
( She's talking through a door, resting her body against the frame and her head against the door, because she's tired and she doesn't expect the door to open. ) Sylar contacted me. I already got in touch with RISE, and all that, I just wanted— to let you know, or something.
[ Sarah doesn't move from her bed, where she's lying sprawled with one arm across her eyes to block out the light. She doesn't answer Sarissa for a few seconds, mostly because she's still mad, partly because she's wishing they could have a week—just one week—without a kidnapping or a murder or a taunt by said murderer. ]
Come in.
Come in.
[ Perhaps it's a bit old-fashioned, but the message arrives for Sarah via mockingbird. Sealed closed by a wax mockingbird sigil, the letter is hand-written in careful cursive. ]
Dear Miss Manning -
We have not spoken before, but my name is Petyr Baelish. I serve as the ambassador for Maurtia Falls. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.
For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. I plan to put programs into place once the library is finished to have imPorts come in and read to the much younger generation. I believe it would be a great way to strengthen the native and imPort bond.
I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.
Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish
[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if she would donate anything or not! ]
Dear Miss Manning -
We have not spoken before, but my name is Petyr Baelish. I serve as the ambassador for Maurtia Falls. I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.
For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. I plan to put programs into place once the library is finished to have imPorts come in and read to the much younger generation. I believe it would be a great way to strengthen the native and imPort bond.
I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.
Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish
[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if she would donate anything or not! ]
[ WHOOPS I AM LATE but Sarah mails in a check for $1500 USD, as well as some kids' books, enjoy! ]
( A brisk knock at Sarah's door, at about 10am. Late in the day so far as Eunike is concerned, so she had no hesitation in knocking loudly. )
Sarah? I have something I think belongs to you.
Sarah? I have something I think belongs to you.
[ Sarah doesn't get as much sleep as she'd like, these days. So what if she sleeps in late? It's only because she was up half the night, too anxious to drift off, or waking up every few hours with nightmares. Sleeping in past 10 in the morning is her right as an adult, for chrissake.
When she hears the knock at her door, she opens her eyes, but she doesn't bother sitting up or rolling out of bed or otherwise making herself look presentable for Eunike. Let her deal with it. ]
What is it?
When she hears the knock at her door, she opens her eyes, but she doesn't bother sitting up or rolling out of bed or otherwise making herself look presentable for Eunike. Let her deal with it. ]
What is it?
Hey, I'm down in Nonah for a thing. Mind if I swing by?
Edited (that icon looked too somber) 2017-06-19 00:34 (UTC)
[It doesn't take a psychic to tell that something is wrong. A new clone shows up, and Sarah goes MIA. It's been ages since their conversation in the kitchen, the night she came clean about it all, but George remembers every word. A sister who died, an identity stolen - and now, what he can only guess is overwhelming guilt.
He knows she won't pick up, so he lets the call ring through to her familiar voicemail.]
Hey. I know this probably feels like hell, but I need you to let me know you're safe. Not "alright", not "okay", just safe. You don't have to call, you don't have to tell me where you are. Just text me and tell me if I need to worry.
He knows she won't pick up, so he lets the call ring through to her familiar voicemail.]
Hey. I know this probably feels like hell, but I need you to let me know you're safe. Not "alright", not "okay", just safe. You don't have to call, you don't have to tell me where you are. Just text me and tell me if I need to worry.
[ She doesn't respond for... a while, but after several hours, there's a text back. ]
i'm fine. no worries.
[ She's not fine. ]
i'm fine. no worries.
[ She's not fine. ]
Edited 2017-07-12 01:49 (UTC)
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