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[coppelganger]

Hey, it's Sarah. Leave a message.

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[magnitudes]

( She smiles a little more. It's easier to look at Sarah than it is to look at her arm, think about her arm. Doesn't mean she isn't thinking about it, though. Doesn't mean she doesn't keep remembering.

Her eyes shut for a second, mouth jerking downwards unhappily, and she gently squeezes Sarah's arm. )

Probably this is a point where I should mention I'm allergic to bees. Should always have an epi-pen handy, but I always forget.

( Diversions with humoouuurrr kind of. )

[coppelganger]

What, so the bees stung your hand and it just... fell off?

[ Hooray, gallows humor. But seriously, until Sarissa gives her the actual story, what's she supposed to do? The whole thing is so fucked up, and she's just glad Sarissa is alive. ]

[magnitudes]

My hand actually turned into a bee, is what happened. Body rejected it pretty aggressively.

( Gallows humour, or just painkillers humour? Or is this just regular Sarissa? )

Thanks for comin' to get me.

[coppelganger]

Yeah, 'course. Sorry I couldn't do more.

[ Like... find the hand and put it on ice, or something. ]

[magnitudes]

( A sniff, and she lets go to Sarah to rub her hand over her face. )

You did heaps, always have. I'm—

( God, this is hard. Her fingers press hard over her eyes for half a moment. ) Don't worry. Do um, do the others... know?

[coppelganger]

Alison's here. I called her. I didn't want her to worry.

[ She's not sure if it was the right thing to do, what Sarissa would have wanted, but she had to. ]

[magnitudes]

No, that's good. She has to know.

( Hard to hide a missing hand from someone you live with. )

Can you— I want to be more healed up before more people know. So they don't see me like this. All messed up again, y'know? I don't— I'm worried about people having to look after me and worry about me.

[coppelganger]

[ I mean. Okay. Sarah's not sure she agrees with this sentiment, exactly. She can understand why it's going through Sarissa's mind—it would go through hers, in the same situation, she's sure—but the thought of keeping this from Cosima, even for a short length of time, just seems wrong. They're clones (and Sarissa's still one of them, whatever biology might dictate); the first response to any threatening situation is to hop on the clone phone and discuss. Still, it's what Sarissa wants, and Sarissa's the one missing a hand. ]

Alright. If that's what you want.

[magnitudes]

I want the Porter to develop a less shitty sense of timing.

( It's not a helpful thing to say, and she mouths a near silent sorry before letting her hand slide back to her side. )

You deserve better than dealing with my shit all the time. All of you.

[coppelganger]

We've all got shit, Riss.

[ Sarissa does have a lot of shit, it's true. But it's not like Sarah has any less. ]

[magnitudes]

Yeah.

( Yeah, they sure do. Sarissa is quiet for a moment, and swallows.

That "quiet for a moment" ends up stretching out for a while. )

My cover got blown. People I was infiltrating figured out I used to be a cop.

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah doesn't say anything, waiting on Sarissa to give her more detail. If she wants to. Sarah's not going to push her right now. ]

[magnitudes]

( Her mouth opens to continue, then closes. She has no idea what to say, and if she even wants to say it. It's too vast. It's like— like trying to figure out which part of a ship to start bailing water out of, when all you've got to get the job done is a teacup. Insurmountable, and all that.

What'll happen if she lets the ship keep sinking? What happens if she tries to bail it out and fails?

Instead, she just holds out her hand, hoping Sarah will take it. )

[coppelganger]

I don't follow. That's really great you're doing that, though. Thanks.

[ewenique]

They needed assistance. You called him babe on the network and he seemed significant to you. I thought helping his clinic now he is gone would be a nice thing to do for you.

I know I don’t work the same as other people. It may have been a foolish assessment.

[coppelganger]

No, MK, it wasn't foolish. You're right, George meant a lot to me. I was just surprised. Thank you.

[ewenique]

I know how it feels to lose important people. Don’t be surprised.

voice; backdated to march 9th

[doubleblind]

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.]

[coppelganger]

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. ]

[doubleblind]

Sweet. Your place or mine?

[coppelganger]

Uh, yours.

[ Doing this at Sarah's place will only make it more obvious that Sarissa is missing. Besides, Alison is staying there, and Sarah isn't in the mood to deal with a lecture about drugs. ]

[doubleblind]

Okay. Stop by in like, an hour? We're doing this right.

[coppelganger]

I believe in you.

[ With that, Sarah hangs up. She'll be knocking at Cosima's door an hour later, though. ]

[doubleblind]

[Cosima answers the door with her usual grin, though she's not quite as enthusiastic as she often is on holidays. There's a guest missing from this gathering, and Cosima's sure Sarah knows that too.]

You're early! [No, she's not, Cosima's just running a little behind schedule.]

[coppelganger]

I'm not early.

[ Arriving early implies more caring than Sarah is willing to give to anyone. She would never. ]