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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.
Saroula, I got news
I'm 70% sure you're gonna laugh and 90% sure you're gonna roll your eyes
I'm 70% sure you're gonna laugh and 90% sure you're gonna roll your eyes
[ Oh, god, what now... ]
what news?
what news?
Edited 2017-07-19 01:56 (UTC)
voice, idk before the nonah fires hows that for a timeline
brandishes
2017-07-23 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
( ring ring it's your conscience calling.
just kidding it's actually a drunk. )
just kidding it's actually a drunk. )
[ Forgive her for sounding suspicious, but she doesn't get a lot of calls from unknown numbers. ]
Uh, hello?
Uh, hello?
( ring ring hands up it's the police
nope just kidding it's just beth again )
nope just kidding it's just beth again )
( BANNERS! BRIGHT COLOURS! THE CHEERIEST PROMO EMAIL YOU EVER DID SEE. There's a rain of pink and yellow hearts in the background.
From an untraceable source, but whatever. )
CONGRATULATIONS!
You have won a free download code for HEART KAPOW WOW!
Download now to enjoy the new mobile game sensation!
From an untraceable source, but whatever. )
CONGRATULATIONS!
You have won a free download code for HEART KAPOW WOW!
Download now to enjoy the new mobile game sensation!
hey mate, you home? almost there, I picked up some dinner if you want
it's Chinese food
I got springrolls
I got springrolls
not just spring rolls, obviously
other stuff too
other stuff too
but that place that makes custard buns had a special and I walked past there and got a bunch
like seventy
they're the mini ones though
not the giant ones
like seventy
they're the mini ones though
not the giant ones
full disclosure there were a hundred and I got nervous on the drive back now there are only seventy left
I'm in a taxi btw not driving that's why I'm texting so much
and eating so much
and eating so much
Ready and waiting.
[An initiation text, send right to Sarah; he had arrived early, of course, and in proper fashion. Chilton wanted to stake out a shadowy corner booth in the back, away from any ruckus the front side bar might bring. Despite the public setting, he required something of an intimate atmosphere.
All the better for peculiar focus, after all.]
[An initiation text, send right to Sarah; he had arrived early, of course, and in proper fashion. Chilton wanted to stake out a shadowy corner booth in the back, away from any ruckus the front side bar might bring. Despite the public setting, he required something of an intimate atmosphere.
All the better for peculiar focus, after all.]
[ Sarah doesn't answer his text, but a minute or so later she comes sliding into the booth, glass of bourbon in hand. It's a bit of a worse for ware Sarah than the last time they spoke—there's a noticeable limp as she comes walking up, two of her fingers are splinted together, and there are mostly healed cuts on her face. She doesn't look surly, though, so much as nervous. ]
Hey.
Hey.
I know I started talking about trying to cook dinner for you and George and Jess at our place sometime, or like a barbecue with more people so it was less like Double Date Disaster Redux: The Redatening and more like chilling out sesh with banger sangers and beers
but if we do that it'll definitely work better if we just do the barbecue thing with friends or maybe don't do anything
nothing dire, to be clear, just Jess and me broke up and it was pretty awkward
and by awkward I mean she's ruined onion rings for me
anyway I'm swearing off dating and going to join a convent
but if we do that it'll definitely work better if we just do the barbecue thing with friends or maybe don't do anything
nothing dire, to be clear, just Jess and me broke up and it was pretty awkward
and by awkward I mean she's ruined onion rings for me
anyway I'm swearing off dating and going to join a convent
[ Oh fuck. Part of her had been wondering if MK had maybe gone home. She hadn't been sure if that would be a good thing or not. ]
Never heard of her.
Never heard of her.
[ Jesse heaves a steadying sigh as he presses Sarah's number and puts the communicator against his ear. Ring ring. ]
[ Sarah is tempted, at first, to ignore the call. The compulsion to avoid conversations with the other clones is still high, and she doesn't exactly get a ton of calls from other people, social butterfly that she's not. But she heaves a sigh and presses Accept before she can let herself ignore the ringing. ]
Hello?
Hello?
[After weeks of radio silence, Cosima realizes she has to be the one to break the tension. There's so many things she wants to say but can't find the right words for, so she goes with something simple. Unimportant. A little ridiculous.]
Soooo, what are your opinions on candy corn?
Soooo, what are your opinions on candy corn?
I'm not a fan.
[ Hope you weren't expecting a more detailed answer, Cosima. Sarah isn't super chatty via text in the first place, and she's still feeling embarrassed and depressed about her reaction to her latest update. Also, George. ]
[ Hope you weren't expecting a more detailed answer, Cosima. Sarah isn't super chatty via text in the first place, and she's still feeling embarrassed and depressed about her reaction to her latest update. Also, George. ]
Weird how the time hasn't been right since you met and got married.
friend's having a party. we should go, kick back, have a good time. reckon we could both use a bit of unwinding with all the shit that's been going on.
( a link pops up. )
I thought you would like to know people named the clinic George started after him. They thought very highly of him.
I thought you would like to know people named the clinic George started after him. They thought very highly of him.
[ Of all the emails she expected to get from MK, or anyone, for that matter, this is like... the least likely. And she has no idea how to respond. ]
Thanks for telling me.
Thanks for telling me.
( She’s stumbled out of the Porter centre; filthy, covered in dirt and plaster and dust, and that’s before the gaze can drop to the wreckage of her arm. Sarissa can’t look at it, and she can’t stop looking st it. The sleeve of her shirt is wrapped over the stump and held tight in place by a leather belt. She knows, logically, that’s she in shock, but that does little to take away from the reality of what’s happened. It takes what feels like far longer than it could have been to get her device and contact Sarah.
Her voice is rough and quiet, feels like it’s crumbling away like plasterboard. It feels too quiet, but she has no idea if it really is or not, if it’s just being dulled out by her heart. )
Sarah? I need—
I need help. Please.
Her voice is rough and quiet, feels like it’s crumbling away like plasterboard. It feels too quiet, but she has no idea if it really is or not, if it’s just being dulled out by her heart. )
Sarah? I need—
I need help. Please.
[ It's always worrying when one of her sisters goes off the radar, particularly Sarissa, but then it's only been a day—not long enough yet to go blowing up anyone's phone. When she sees Sarissa's name pop up on her phone that afternoon, Sarah's actually relieved. Sarissa is calling her, so Sarissa is alive and hasn't ported out, so everything is fine.
Ha, ha, yeah right.
Sarah is already swinging her legs over the side of the couch and rushing to grab her car keys from the hook next to the front door before Sarissa is even finished speaking. Worry is making her heart race. She's never heard Sarissa's voice sound so broken and weak before—except, maybe, the first time she revived. ]
Where are you?
Ha, ha, yeah right.
Sarah is already swinging her legs over the side of the couch and rushing to grab her car keys from the hook next to the front door before Sarissa is even finished speaking. Worry is making her heart race. She's never heard Sarissa's voice sound so broken and weak before—except, maybe, the first time she revived. ]
Where are you?
Hey. Wanna get baked and eat like, 5 different kinds of cake? [She definitely sounds less enthusiastic than she usually would be about this invitation, but... It's still her birthday. It feels weird not to do anything, and she assumes that Sarah could use some company too.]
Yeah, always. [ Sarah's usual poisons are strong alcohol and/or stimulants, but what the hell. It's Cosima's birthday. She can indulge in weed and cake. ]
Dear Sarah,
God, that sounds dramatic, don’t it? I feel like if I ever actually said “dear Sarah” to you your eyes’d roll right out of their sockets. We’d probably be doing some stupid shit while watching the daily soapies.
Saroula,
If you’re reading this then it probably means I’m gone, and I’ve been gone for a little bit, and the odds are that at the very least I won’t be back for a while. It might be that it means we’re never going to see each other again. That sucks, and I don’t have colourful enough language for just how much.
Just know this: the time we spent together was some of the most important time in my life. I’ve never met anyone like you before, and I know for sure I’ll never have a bond like this with anyone else ever again.
I thought, for the longest time, that all that mattered was the people around me, like they were what defined me, and I couldn’t make sense without them. And then I thought that maybe I’d just been broken the whole time, and that’s just how I was. Do you know what I mean? Like I was some kind of damaged cassette tape with the guts of it pulled out that kept getting mangled over and over whenever it got played. And you helped me see that I wasn’t. I didn’t need someone to be in love with me to be worth something, or to make me make sense, or absolve me. And I know it’s weird to say that you gave me that, but you did.
And that’s not to say I didn’t love being around you, or say that you didn’t make me want to do better or feel better, because you did. You’re my north star, my bloody compass. But it’s because I chose you, and I adore you, not because I can’t escape you, you know? You’re my sister, and you’re the person I love most in any world. You saved me in so many ways I can’t even say.
I know I wasn’t always a good sister. I get it wrong a lot, and I worry sometimes that I was the one who got all the good out of his, and that I left you with a lot of hurt. I hope not, but that worry is there all the same. Please know that if there are things I’ve done that have hurt you, that I am so fucking sorry. And if I could do anything in the world to make it right, I would, in a heartbeat.
You’re real hard on yourself a lot. Call yourself a shitshow and a mess and talk about fucking stuff up and bad choices. I understand. I think maybe that’s why we get along sood good, because we have torn up edges that we both understand. But the thing is, Sarah, you aren’t a shitshow or a mess or anything bad. You make mistakes sometimes, but shit, who doesn’t? Thing is that you’re protective and you’re kind, and you’ll do anything for the people you love. Those are all really good, really important things. You’re smart. I reckon you could do just about anything in the world you set your mind to. I meant what I said, about you being like a painting. I hope you remember that.
Shit, I can’t kept writing this. No amount of words are going to cover all the things I want to be able to say, and I’m crying in this stupid lawyers office just putting this together. The thought of not remembering you when I leave this place is the worst thing in the world, because you are so, so important to me. When I was here, though, you meant everything to me. Thank you for everything.
I’ll miss you. I love you.
Sarissa
PS. a lady will be in touch about the pigs, and a gentleman will be in touch about Mendel, in case you don’t want to keep looking after them.
God, that sounds dramatic, don’t it? I feel like if I ever actually said “dear Sarah” to you your eyes’d roll right out of their sockets. We’d probably be doing some stupid shit while watching the daily soapies.
Saroula,
If you’re reading this then it probably means I’m gone, and I’ve been gone for a little bit, and the odds are that at the very least I won’t be back for a while. It might be that it means we’re never going to see each other again. That sucks, and I don’t have colourful enough language for just how much.
Just know this: the time we spent together was some of the most important time in my life. I’ve never met anyone like you before, and I know for sure I’ll never have a bond like this with anyone else ever again.
I thought, for the longest time, that all that mattered was the people around me, like they were what defined me, and I couldn’t make sense without them. And then I thought that maybe I’d just been broken the whole time, and that’s just how I was. Do you know what I mean? Like I was some kind of damaged cassette tape with the guts of it pulled out that kept getting mangled over and over whenever it got played. And you helped me see that I wasn’t. I didn’t need someone to be in love with me to be worth something, or to make me make sense, or absolve me. And I know it’s weird to say that you gave me that, but you did.
And that’s not to say I didn’t love being around you, or say that you didn’t make me want to do better or feel better, because you did. You’re my north star, my bloody compass. But it’s because I chose you, and I adore you, not because I can’t escape you, you know? You’re my sister, and you’re the person I love most in any world. You saved me in so many ways I can’t even say.
I know I wasn’t always a good sister. I get it wrong a lot, and I worry sometimes that I was the one who got all the good out of his, and that I left you with a lot of hurt. I hope not, but that worry is there all the same. Please know that if there are things I’ve done that have hurt you, that I am so fucking sorry. And if I could do anything in the world to make it right, I would, in a heartbeat.
You’re real hard on yourself a lot. Call yourself a shitshow and a mess and talk about fucking stuff up and bad choices. I understand. I think maybe that’s why we get along sood good, because we have torn up edges that we both understand. But the thing is, Sarah, you aren’t a shitshow or a mess or anything bad. You make mistakes sometimes, but shit, who doesn’t? Thing is that you’re protective and you’re kind, and you’ll do anything for the people you love. Those are all really good, really important things. You’re smart. I reckon you could do just about anything in the world you set your mind to. I meant what I said, about you being like a painting. I hope you remember that.
Shit, I can’t kept writing this. No amount of words are going to cover all the things I want to be able to say, and I’m crying in this stupid lawyers office just putting this together. The thought of not remembering you when I leave this place is the worst thing in the world, because you are so, so important to me. When I was here, though, you meant everything to me. Thank you for everything.
I’ll miss you. I love you.
Sarissa
PS. a lady will be in touch about the pigs, and a gentleman will be in touch about Mendel, in case you don’t want to keep looking after them.
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