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( 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.

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. ]

( It makes her heart hurt, meeting Justyna and the others for the first time. That barely any time at all ago, and yet so impossibly far away. If only they had known, then. If only they had known to stay away from one another. But it was not the fault of teenage girls that they were murdered, and the thought alone makes anger burn in her gut again. It wasn't fair. This place wasn't fair. )

You ask me a riddle when you announce yourself on the network?

Your security standards are very inconsistent.

you started it with the riddles. I just returned the favour.

Your name is Sarah Manning. You did a news broadcast announcing your status as clones. One of the clones you and your sisters discussed has since departed, Rachel Duncan. She has health problems. None of you are very discrete, so indiscrete that none of this information will mean anything to you.

( And so she switches to video, for just a couple of seconds. The face is younger, a good ten years at least, and there is the brief glimpse of burns down one side of her face before she pulls her hair forward. )

Be more careful.

[ It's the way she crouches forward and pulls her hair over her cheeks that strikes Sarah as familiar, more than the scars or the accent. ]

MK?

[ She says it without thinking, surprised, but then just as quickly decides she has to be wrong. This girl is young, way too young. It can't be her. ]

Edited 2017-01-07 19:07 (UTC)

( Whatever MK was expecting, it wasn't that. She freezes up for a second, the definitive deer in headlights. This isn't the plan, and her mouth works silently for a second. She should hang up, she should hang up, she should— )

How do you know my name?

Oh, fuck.

[ Give her a minute here. ]

( No. No, no no. No.

MK will provide no minutes for Sarah's convenience. She looks at her, at how shocked she is, and how much she reminds her of Justyna, and she shakes her head. No.

The feed cuts, abruptly. )

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