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[adaptiveimmunities]

Story ideas, fanmail, marriage proposals all go here. I'll respond when I can.

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[choosetruth]

Well this is nice and disturbing. I have no memory of recording this. And it's from a year and a half ago.

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[adaptiveimmunities]

...what the fuck?

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[choosetruth]

I'd heard that this can happen. People vanish and lose all memory of this place. But why me? And where were you?

12/28 written on the mirror in lipstick after george leaves the office for a while

[chooselies]

Finally. I thought she'd never leave.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[Okay, but that could be anyone. Shaun glances at it, then grabs the pen George had used for her own mirror messages.]

fanmail will be answered in order of importance and my interest.

[His handwriting is atrocious.]

[chooselies]

[Georgia's handwriting is, of course, perfect. She doesn't let any part of her that shows be anything else.]

Oh, but I'm your biggest fan, Shaun. I'm sure you'll want to talk to me.

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[choosetruth]

[The bad dreams have been swirling around every night, a certain special kind of bad that, especially combined with how caffeine is failing her, makes her pretty certain that it's event-induced badness. Wonderland wants her to have these dreams, though why, she can't imagine. At least it's not leaving her sleep-deprived. Just headachey and cranky. So not extremely different from usual, honestly.

But the dreams have been disturbing enough that she actually... wants to talk about them. The blackout curtains keep the light most of the way out, so her room is still dark enough that she doesn't need her sunglasses, but she's been awake for a little while already when she turns onto her side, curling her arm under her head. It's pretty dark for him, but she can see his face clearly as she searches it with her eyes. Without anymore preamble than that, she asks:]

Do you think I'm self-absorbed and self-destructive to a fault?

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[adaptiveimmunities]

[He opens his eyes to look at her. It's hard to see her face in the dark, but he has a lifetime of experience in reading George, so it's not hard to get the idea that the bad dreams might be bothering her.

Since she's waking him up to talk about them and all.

It's like he's fucking psychic.]

Huh?

[And very eloquent.]

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[choosetruth]

I've been having some fucked up dreams.

[It's hard to talk about them in specifics, even after having decided she was going to. She rolls onto her back, looking up at the ceiling.]

action, post-party

[choosetruth]

[It should come as no surprise to Shaun that George turns towards him the second she has the door to their room closed, tugging her sunglasses off while she frowns at him.]

You should have told me.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[He makes a disgusted noise.] So we can have another "same shit, different day" conversation about how awful the Masons are? What's the point?

[choosetruth]

Turning you over to the CDC is not same shit. That's a brand new extra special fucked up low.

[She strides over to him and takes his hands.]

You could have died. Because of them.

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[thisismadfreaky]

What do you call a factory that sells passable products?

[AKA: hey, buddy, what's up? I'm trying to be a functional human again.]

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[adaptiveimmunities]

[aw, yeah. nice to hear from you again, buddy.]

idk, what?

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[thisismadfreaky]

A satisfactory.

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[talesuntold]

Maggie shows up at the office with a covered tray in hand. She's aware she didn't precisely react well to Wonderland, and insisting that Shaun and Georgia aren't real isn't going to get her anywhere. A few days was the longest she could keep her distance.

She missed their actual birthday, but they deserve cake. Even if it is late. "I have something for you."

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[choosetruth]

Georgia's typing away furiously at her laptop, as usual, and it takes her a moment to stop as she finishes her thought. She looks up at Maggie, interested. If that "you" includes Georgia, it means Maggie's accepted her as real. That is a better present than anything Maggie might actually have brought.

"What?"

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[adaptiveimmunities]

Shaun pushes himself out from underneath a desk. He's good to his word--when Buffy had vanished, he'd started rearranging cables in a ridiculous bit of magical thinking, that if he messed with them enough she'd be summoned out of the ether to kick his ass and make him fix them.

It hadn't turned out that way, so now he's fixing them himself, if he can remember how he fucked them up. He'd much rather see Maggie than keep swearing under his breath at the damned cables. Why is there always one more than there should be?

"Is it a diagram for these damned cables?"

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[choosetruth]

[Mahir's off to talk to Maggie, which is for the best since Shaun's crazy and Georgia's dead, and while she assumes they'll come up to the office before too long, they're not here now. Which means she gets to interrogate Shaun on certain details he forgot to tell her.]

Mahir's married?

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[adaptiveimmunities]

Huh? [It's funny the kinds of things that don't come up when you're catching up about home.] Oh, yeah. Nan--Nandini. She's nice. In the way dragons are nice unless you're the one waking them up or threatening something they care about.

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[choosetruth]

[And she's guessing Shaun either hasn't figured out timezones or, more likely, can't be assed to care.] He said you've been antagonizing her. Which is impressive from half a world away.

[burntvideocassette]

[Left outside Shaun's door, wrapped with a note:]



From a winner to a loser.

-J

P.S. Merry Christmas, Boss.

P.P.S. Please don't fire me.

[adaptiveimmunities]

you're not fired, but I'm cutting your pay in half.

[lol]

backdated to after georgia's latest trainwreck

[choosetruth]

[Georgia manages to keep her composure after hanging up on Frank. She stands up, expression as neutrally serious as ever, and tugs the curtain down over the mirror. She'll come back to deal with comments later.

For now, she walks into the bedroom and shuts the door behind her. She strides up to Shaun and wraps her arms around him, letting herself slump against him bonelessly.

She doesn't cry. She won't cry. Not over a moron like Frank Castle. But for she does need the reassurance of holding the one person whose opinion truly matters when it comes to how real she is. The one person she knows for sure accepts her.]

why are you so extra, George

[adaptiveimmunities]

[Shaun is taking a break from drawing porn with the incredibly freaky individual on the other side of the mirror and he glances up when George comes into the bedroom. He's a little surprised by the way she comes to claim a hug--even with him, she's rarely this affectionate--but he puts his arms around her and pulls her close.]

What's wrong?