Annie Sawyer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
invisibilitea) wrote2013-05-20 01:13 pm
invisibilitea) wrote2013-05-20 01:13 pm
IC CONTACT
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ANNIE CLARE SAWYER
ANNIE CLARE SAWYER
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action because i can
Which is stupid. Because it's just Annie. And so, eventually--after a few false starts, after he's walked away mildly disgusted with himself and then turned around and come back again--Mitchell knocks on the door. There. Easy. What is he, George? And it's just Annie.]
Annie?
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Yes, hello.
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a gift which i guess means action but w/e
So, fine. Here is a gift, outside her door. It's one of the three mugs that he got in his locker, but there's a crack in it, rendering it useless for tea. So instead it's packed with dirt and there's a plant in it. A flower. Who knows what kind, whatever he could dig up easily in the oxygen garden, and it's probably going to die because it's not got a source of light, but--
It's a gesture. Sort of an apology, without actually saying anything. So. Yeah. There you are.]
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This is George
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[unfortunately for Cutler, no one's told him that Annie hasn't heard of him yet]
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mass friends text - TatePlot
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action!!!
And you especially don't have to summon Annie. You just-- show up to her room, which they've adopted as the de facto hang out room (all it's missing is a sofa and a TV and maybe a DVD player; it's well-decorated with the traditional smattering of cold mugs of tea), and sit on her bed, and wait.
Which is what Mitchell is doing, right now, his back against the wall. It's a posture slightly more relaxed than he actually feels--but he's used to that. That's his life, more or less, constantly at odds and trying not to show it.]
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It's soon replaced with a pleased smile and she plops on the bed next to him.]
Did you know that the Gardens go down for what seems like miles?
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I've a question about the future; limit your responses to yes and no and do not give any details more than what I ask for
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Yes?
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text; -> action!
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text; hey girl
[ that's it. just... making sure this is her. he didn't exactly save her number the last time they spoke, no offense. blame rehab. ]
Re: hey cranky vampire
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what's getting worse is that she's missing someone and this ship is just reminding her of him. she's sitting in a random hallway, looking at her blue skin and tracing over her tattoos.
then, as if no one can see her:] Can take the AI out of a girl, but can't take the girl out of the AI huh?
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Then she hears the girl, and turns over to look at her.]
I'm...I'm sorry? Are you speaking to me?
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[voice]
[He cuts himself off, but it's not like he did any decent job of hiding his irritation--not quite to apologies yet--but his sigh is a bit more tired than anything else.]
Come on. Where are you.
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If she slept.]
I'm not telling you.
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( voicemail. )
Uhm, yes.
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(ACTION???)
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hi this is backdated like crazy to when everyone escapes the maze of engineering!!! drama!!!
He gets out of the hallway as quickly as he can, stumbling, leaning heavily against walls as he needs to. It takes too fucking long and by the time he gets to their corridor, the best he can manage is to drop to the floor outside the door, his back pressed to the wall, his right arm useless and his shoulder still bleeding, slowly, from the gunshot wound. The wound at his neck is bleeding as well, and he lifts his arm, weakly, to press the flat of his wrist against it, swallowing, hard, trying to find his breath.]
DRAAAAMAAAA
So she's walking.
And she sees him.
It's odd how her heart still feels like it stops beating, even though it doesn't beat, even though by all accounts she doesn't have one, she only has the spot where a heart should be.]
Mitchell?
[The panic in her voice is clear and then she's next to him, hovering-]
Who did this to you? What happened?
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text 1/2;
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How's tea rationing going?
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Where are you?
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What's the matter?
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actions it up
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text;
[Cryptic hellos out of nowhere, nbd.]
Re: text;
Aidan!
Hullo!
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Annie, pick - pick up -
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Hello?
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voice; CHASES U OVER HERE
[ No time for niceties, half the ship's missing, etc etc. ]
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[Basically curled in a corner, Josh.]
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action; hello it's been so long!!!
The nice part about rehab this time around is that, while taking place in space, there are some key amenities that make the whole thing a little more bearable. Which is, perhaps, the wrong way to think about rehab. It shouldn't be bearable. It should be painful and terrible and grim.
Except it is all of those things, actually, without any contributions from the room or general atmosphere at all. The very difficult physical facts of coming down off of blood take care of all the grim terrible pain on their own. Sweating, tied to a chair, waiting out every heated second, with all senses dialed up to eleven, every light too bright and every sound too loud. That's what this is. So if watching space DVDs takes off any edge from that--
Well, even that's more than Mitchell deserves, really. But he's not complaining. Sat in a chair with George and Annie nearby on the space sofa, it sort of returns things back to normal, if it wasn't for the restraints and Mitchell's occasional slip back into snarling anger.
Right now, he's just tired. It's him and Annie, alone for a little while, and Mitchell is back toward good conscious thought. Not clean, but on the path toward cleanliness, and it's with this in mind that he raises his head to look over at Annie, talks through a bit of dialogue from the space-film.]
Hey. Annie.
[Untie me. He swallows the words.]
There's-- something I've got t' tell you.
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But she does respond to him, even if she doesn't look up from the book right away.]
If it's that exercise does you good, you know the rules. If I untie you I stick with you until we're back here for me to tie you back up.
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