[002] ota

[coppelganger]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Sarah Manning
RECIPIENT: Everyonnne
WHAT: Late night drunk dialing
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: n/a

So what do you actually do for fun around here? Besides drinking or sex. [ Because she already knows the joy of those, obviously. ] Do you have hobbies.

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[coppelganger]

Right.

[ Normally she wouldn't talk about this so honestly, but she's been wanting to gossip without Cosima's judgment or the fact that Helena would most definitely murder Étienne. ]

So I shagged this guy, right, when I first got here. This was months ago. He turned out to be well creepy, though, and started asking me for blood and locks of hair and shit like that.

[periastron]

That's not a stupid story, Sarah, that's a fucked up story.

( Holy shit. She laughed, yes, but it's that sort of OH GOD NO laugh. )

Jesus. What a freak! ( This is like... amazing. And so horrifying. ) Jesus. I... what do you even say to that? Other than, I mean, running and screaming in the opposite direction.

[coppelganger]

I tried, but he keeps showing up and asking me for bodily fluids and shit. Literal shit.

[ But it's not that fucked up, right? Like in the grand scheme of Sarah's life having a guy follow you and ask for blood and pee is actually not that weird, right? Right? ]

[periastron]

Maybe it's time to start wearing a disguise in public. We can get you a stick on moustache, or something.

( She is still laughing, sorry. )

God. So what, he keeps asking for weird stuff, and you... what, put some horse hair in a bag and tell him its human?

You know that isn't something that happens to most people, right? Like, genuinely.

[coppelganger]

That's exactly what I do. And yeah, whatever, it's the kind of shit that happens to me.

[periastron]

Suddenly you waking up in another world doesn't seem that weird. "Oh yeah, it's medieval magic time? Again?</i?"

[coppelganger]

It's still one of the weirder things that's happened to me.

[periastron]

What's the weirdest, then?

[coppelganger]

I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.

[periastron]

Or I could pinky swear to keep it secret.

[coppelganger]

I don't trust you.

[periastron]

( A tragic sound of dramatised despair; woe, suffering, sadness. )

[coppelganger]

You don't seem like the type who can keep a secret for long. Sorry.

[ She's joking, but... also not joking. ]

[periastron]

You tell one person you'll keep a secret and then forget it was a secret, and suddenly everyone's judging.

( So melodramatic, and trying not to laugh. )

[coppelganger]

Oh yeah?