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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.
if you really wanna cook for me i'm not gonna say no.
I'll open it if you eat something. How's that?
[ She closes the door behind Sarissa and locks it, raising an eyebrow as Sarissa passes her and she catches the smell of weed on her clothes. ] I didn't think you smoked.
[ She closes the door behind Sarissa and locks it, raising an eyebrow as Sarissa passes her and she catches the smell of weed on her clothes. ] I didn't think you smoked.
( Her smile is wry. )
Deal. And I didn't. Elliot thought it'd help me stress less, or something. Calm the farm. Less grains, more leafy greens.
Deal. And I didn't. Elliot thought it'd help me stress less, or something. Calm the farm. Less grains, more leafy greens.
Did it?
[ She's not judging, just curious. Sarah enters the kitchen, sets the envelope onto the table, and fills a pot with water before putting it on the stove. Then she peers into a cupboard, looking for a full box of pasta. ] Spaghetti okay?
[ She's not judging, just curious. Sarah enters the kitchen, sets the envelope onto the table, and fills a pot with water before putting it on the stove. Then she peers into a cupboard, looking for a full box of pasta. ] Spaghetti okay?
Dunno. Feel better than when I was drunk and angry. Calm's not the right word for it.
( Sarissa looks at the envelope, and resists the urge to fuss with it and straighten it up and try to make it look perfect, somehow, when it's just an envelope. )
So long as it's not the kind with egg. ( Her smile is tired, and she leans forward and rests her face on the table. It's cool against her cheek, and sounds slightly more positive than before, but still Not Your Usual Sarissa. ) Christmas can't get here soon enough, I swear to Christ.
( Sarissa looks at the envelope, and resists the urge to fuss with it and straighten it up and try to make it look perfect, somehow, when it's just an envelope. )
So long as it's not the kind with egg. ( Her smile is tired, and she leans forward and rests her face on the table. It's cool against her cheek, and sounds slightly more positive than before, but still Not Your Usual Sarissa. ) Christmas can't get here soon enough, I swear to Christ.
if i weren't so lazy i'd have found a photo online of an empty plate and some crumbs
You need benzos, mate. [ Said with the ease of someone who's maybe a little too familiar with which drugs do what.
Water on the stove, Sarah turns back to Sarissa and again picks up the envelope. She doesn't open it yet, though, still watching Sarissa and searching her face for clues. ]
So what's this, then?
Water on the stove, Sarah turns back to Sarissa and again picks up the envelope. She doesn't open it yet, though, still watching Sarissa and searching her face for clues. ]
So what's this, then?
Given my personality, I think encouraging me to take any kind of drug is a bad idea.
( And given her own low-key discomfort about them, which is probably hilarious given her ungodly alcohol consumption.
When Sarah picks up the envelope, Sarissa makes the effort to prop her chin up on her arm. Suddenly she feels... nervous. Like this could be a bad idea. The envelope isn't - A4 or so, but it's got a bit of bulk to it. Inside lies a collection of photos of Kira and Sarah, and whatever other good images she could glean from her memories. Different sizes, depending on the what should could make it be framed. The advantage of standing inside someone else's memories were that you could move to all angles and not just be restricted to theirs. )
Was part of your Christmas present. Thought you'd like it earlier, but. There's some stuff to go with it, but uh... ( She smiles crookedly. ) That's with my stuff here.
( And given her own low-key discomfort about them, which is probably hilarious given her ungodly alcohol consumption.
When Sarah picks up the envelope, Sarissa makes the effort to prop her chin up on her arm. Suddenly she feels... nervous. Like this could be a bad idea. The envelope isn't - A4 or so, but it's got a bit of bulk to it. Inside lies a collection of photos of Kira and Sarah, and whatever other good images she could glean from her memories. Different sizes, depending on the what should could make it be framed. The advantage of standing inside someone else's memories were that you could move to all angles and not just be restricted to theirs. )
Was part of your Christmas present. Thought you'd like it earlier, but. There's some stuff to go with it, but uh... ( She smiles crookedly. ) That's with my stuff here.
( BUT INSTEAD HERE IS A SELFIE OF BAKLAVA INGREDIENTS AND SARISSA HELPFULLY THUMBS UPPING
listen okay i would draw it but it'd be a confusing stick figure rendering of queen tatiana and baking supplies and frankly the world deserves better )
listen okay i would draw it but it'd be a confusing stick figure rendering of queen tatiana and baking supplies and frankly the world deserves better )
[ Sarah opens the envelope but doesn't reach in and pull out the pictures just yet. She glances back up at Sarissa, eyebrow raised, and asks, ] You sure you want me to open this right now?
[ Oh, well, she can't help herself—besides, she's got the envelope open now. She slides the stack of photos out into her hand, and at first she's not sure what she's looking at. It's Kira, but how did Sarissa get pictures of Kira? She looks back up, eyes sharp, brow furrowed in a silent question. ]
[ Oh, well, she can't help herself—besides, she's got the envelope open now. She slides the stack of photos out into her hand, and at first she's not sure what she's looking at. It's Kira, but how did Sarissa get pictures of Kira? She looks back up, eyes sharp, brow furrowed in a silent question. ]
( She's nervous. Is it obvious? Her leg bounces a little, and she chews the side of her thumb as she watches Sarah. At first, her words are a bit of a stumble. )
The, uh-- memories you showed me. Turns out I can take memories and store them jn stuff. So, I was um-- basically I shoved it into a hard drive, and then I contacted my Anonymous friend for help, and they put me in touch with a technopath. Able to take the weird data jumble and get photos.
The, uh-- memories you showed me. Turns out I can take memories and store them jn stuff. So, I was um-- basically I shoved it into a hard drive, and then I contacted my Anonymous friend for help, and they put me in touch with a technopath. Able to take the weird data jumble and get photos.
[ Sarah swallows visibly and looks down again. She flips through the pictures, slowly, taking in each one. These are moments she never thought she'd get to see again, except inside her own head. And from these different angles, they look—so normal, like a normal family doing normal things. Having a good time together. Finally, when she reaches the first photo again, she takes a deep breath and, without looking up, says in a pinched, quiet voice, ]
When the water starts boiling, throw the pasta on for ten minutes. I've—I've gotta—
[ She walks deliberately out of the room, still holding onto the envelope and the stack of pictures. ]
When the water starts boiling, throw the pasta on for ten minutes. I've—I've gotta—
[ She walks deliberately out of the room, still holding onto the envelope and the stack of pictures. ]
Oh, yeah, nah. 's fine.
( Sarissa stands awkwardly, chewing the inside of her cheek and hands in her pockets as she watches Sarah go.
She's no totally sure if that was a good reaction, and she stands silently for a couple minutes before starting to shake out of it and slowly going to make some sauce to go with the pasta. Comfort food right? Sarah might need that.
So she waits and cooks and eventually thinksbto put on the kettle, until she knocks on Sarah's door awkwardly. )
I made you tea? I can leave it out here?
( Sarissa stands awkwardly, chewing the inside of her cheek and hands in her pockets as she watches Sarah go.
She's no totally sure if that was a good reaction, and she stands silently for a couple minutes before starting to shake out of it and slowly going to make some sauce to go with the pasta. Comfort food right? Sarah might need that.
So she waits and cooks and eventually thinksbto put on the kettle, until she knocks on Sarah's door awkwardly. )
I made you tea? I can leave it out here?
( 
FUCK YEAH SHE IS
sleeping is terrible cooking is great yolo )
FUCK YEAH SHE IS
sleeping is terrible cooking is great yolo )
[ There's no answer, but a few seconds later Sarah opens the door. Her makeup, so carefully applied earlier to look smudgy and haphazard, is actually starting to be ruined, and her cheeks are still wet from tears. She opens her mouth to speak, to say "thank you" or something, but her throat seems to close up and prevent her from making any noise at all. She just looks at Sarissa standing there with the tea, crying and more vulnerable than she ever likes to be in front of someone else, hoping that her eyes are saying it for her. ]
( One of Sarissa's hands holds the tea, and at the sight of Sarah she sets the mug down on the floor, where they can't accidentally kick it over. There's just a moment of hesitation, a moment of wondering if Sarah will want Sarissa to touch her or if she wants space, before she ruthlessly shoves it to the side and steps closer to her sister. She felt the way Sarah loved Kira in her memories, and even if that's not the same as feeling as how much someone misses someone, she's got empathy enough to get a rough idea. )
If you want, um—
( Oh, screw it. The offer to make more can happen later. Her voice is rough and quiet, and she kisses Sarah's forehead before carefully wrapping her arms around her, one of her hands running up and down Sarah's back. )
S'agapo, asteri mou.
If you want, um—
( Oh, screw it. The offer to make more can happen later. Her voice is rough and quiet, and she kisses Sarah's forehead before carefully wrapping her arms around her, one of her hands running up and down Sarah's back. )
S'agapo, asteri mou.
[ It's like the touch gives Sarah permission, somehow, and she folds herself against Sarissa, sobbing. It's not right. She knows she shouldn't—Sarissa, of all people, shouldn't have to be the one standing here, holding Sarah up, but right now, in this moment, Sarah can't stop herself. It's all so heavy on her shoulders, all the time. Helena being here and leaving and being here and leaving again, and Felix gone, and Cosima kidnapped, and Sarissa killed, and George dead, and Paul dead, and Beth dead, and most of all, Kira. Over and over again, Kira gone. Every day, just waking up and moving under the weight of it all is almost impossible. ]
I miss her so much. [ The words are a whisper, barely there at all. She can't stop shaking. ] I could—I could be a good mum here. I've got money. I could do better. I wouldn't leave. Why can't she—all these people, and not her.
I miss her so much. [ The words are a whisper, barely there at all. She can't stop shaking. ] I could—I could be a good mum here. I've got money. I could do better. I wouldn't leave. Why can't she—all these people, and not her.
( Old habits die hard - Sarissa's always been better at helping other people than herself. Getting ice for her mother, fostering animals, working for the rescue division, those were roles she could step into more easily. It is easier to be steady when someone else needs you to, rather than simply doing it for your own sake, like it gave her something to react, retaliate, against.
Sarissa's arms squeeze tighter around Sarah, and her back straightens a little, so Sarah clean lean against her more without the possibility of Sarissa toppling over. There's nothing she can say, really - what could you ever say, to ease absence of a child, or someone who is a part of you? Love that strong took different forms, but even with the ache in her every day Sarissa couldn't imagine being away from Georgia was a thing like Sarah not having Kira. )
There's still a chance she'll come here. There's always a chance.
( Gentle, calming. ) And you can be a wonderful mother, even when you aren't with her. Thinking about her, that's a piece of that, Saroula.
( She's not going to say this place can be terrible, or that maybe Kira wouldn't be safe, because what kind of person would she be, kicking Sarah when she's down? Making her feel guilt for wanting to be with someone she loves, that's stitched into the very fabric of her heart? No. Sarissa makes a quiet soothing sound, and strokes her hand down Sarah's hair and then her back, and tilts her head up to let Sarah curl against her neck, if she wants to. ) You'll be back together, no matter what. That's gonna happen.
Sarissa's arms squeeze tighter around Sarah, and her back straightens a little, so Sarah clean lean against her more without the possibility of Sarissa toppling over. There's nothing she can say, really - what could you ever say, to ease absence of a child, or someone who is a part of you? Love that strong took different forms, but even with the ache in her every day Sarissa couldn't imagine being away from Georgia was a thing like Sarah not having Kira. )
There's still a chance she'll come here. There's always a chance.
( Gentle, calming. ) And you can be a wonderful mother, even when you aren't with her. Thinking about her, that's a piece of that, Saroula.
( She's not going to say this place can be terrible, or that maybe Kira wouldn't be safe, because what kind of person would she be, kicking Sarah when she's down? Making her feel guilt for wanting to be with someone she loves, that's stitched into the very fabric of her heart? No. Sarissa makes a quiet soothing sound, and strokes her hand down Sarah's hair and then her back, and tilts her head up to let Sarah curl against her neck, if she wants to. ) You'll be back together, no matter what. That's gonna happen.
I know that! But I couldn't help feeling left out. Before Sarissa, you were the only clone I knew who was even sorta like me. I didn't want us drifting apart because you found your like, most compatible clone...
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.
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