controlledvariable | exsilium; ic inbox

Can I bitch to you about the stupidest, most fucking irrelevant thing in the world and have you reserve judgment and then maybe take some sort of amnesia pill so you forget how completely fucking stupid it all is?

So
I Completely Understand The Virtues Of Censorship And The Relatively Short Duration Of Our Acquaintanceship May Not Have Led You To Consider Me A Trustworthy Individual Which Is Absolutely Fine
And Maybe Im Asking This For No Reason Because It Is My Understanding That As A Consultant For The Department You Know Saul Goodman And He Has Assured Me He Does Not Know Anybody With A Plan To Get Off The Moon Or Even Run Non-Supply-Oriented Missions
If You Are However Actually Aware Of Any Missions That Are Going To Emancipate Us Or End The War Or Anything With A Significant Desirable Effect
I Am Begging You To Tell Me
Because In The Complete Absence Of Anything Else Productive To Do I Have Been Mobilizing My Peers To End United Earth Chemical Weapon Use Which Hurt Exiles Before And Would Hurt The Other Side To Lose But Isnt Even What Got Us Up Here
I Wanted To Reveal The Endeavor To The General Public When It Was Successful Until The Mutiny And Scouting Mission Set Back The Timetable Significantly
Should A Bribe Be Necessary To Loosen Your Tongue I Have Some Japanese Money

december 4th @ 8 PM in the VR. it's a party.

Say, would you happen to know where a guy might find a decent cup of coffee about here? All I can find is this horrible gruel in the cafeteria. There must be better hidden away somewhere.

( Once upon a time this would have been a long description of what she's going to be doing.

Then she realized she had to send this to a whole bunch of people, so she got lazy, and: )

Hey, I'm going to take up a missionary position in France! See you again in about a month. Hopefully the snow's not all gone by then! Keep warm, and keep all your important people safe, Steph. You can even tell Saul if you like!

( That was a thing. )

[When Steph wakes up on the morning of the fifteenth, there'll be a note waiting on the kitchen counter:

Steph and Saul- went to find yetis. lots of people with me, don't worry! going to make friends with them :) be back in a few days!

If Steph searches the house for her after finding the note, she'll already have left.]

Hey Stephanie If You Have Time I Was Just Wondering
My Friend

Asuka Is Looking For A Job
So If You Know Of Any Places Looking For Workers That Would Be Really Helpful To Both Of Us
Thanks In Advance

[something's wrong. something's been wrong, but peter's pretty used to the low-level ache of disharmony in his groin (this planet is dying, it's out of sync, it's wrong), and he ignored the twinges for two days. but when something in his gut throbs, twists, he lets out a little oof and glares at the ceiling, as though heaven cares that he finally got the message.

it's a walk, from the apartment he shares with isaac to the one steph shares with saul and company, but peter's finally got appropriate clothes, so it's not an unpleasant one. he drags it out a bit, smokes one of the crackly cloved cigarettes that the romani men he's fallen in with seem to favor. he misses good, straight up tobacco.

he doesn't really want to do this. he seems to be doing it anyway.

the knock on the door is somewhat muted by his gloves, but it's audible enough.]

[When Steph comes home on this fine evening she will find a vase of roses and daisies waiting for her. And if there's any question in her mind about who they're for or where they came from, there's a helpful little card attached in Saul's unmistakable handwriting:

Roses are red,
daisies are white,
and I should have thought this
through more clearly
or borrowed a line from that
book I gave you
because I obviously can't write poetry
but I hope you like
these flowers anyway.

I love you.]

Hey stranger.

hey, kanaya said you might be able to get me a job.

[Kanaya has invaded the McGill-Brown residence with three white boxes, one large and two small. The smallest of all is for Steph: Fingerless black leather gloves.]

I thought you could get a lot of use out of these.

[It's the first thing she does, when she finds herself back in Exsilium.]

Stephanie? [There's something worn and wary in her voice; she doesn't know how long she was gone, doesn't know how Stephanie has coped, doesn't know what else she might have gone through.]

[Even though she promised Steph she would, she hasn't been coming to her after bad dreams come. She'd been certain the girl had enough on her mind without being a worry. But the longer she stays here, the more comfortable she feels — and it's been nearly a year since everything that had happened last January. They've been getting worse lately.

Whatever the reason, it's a little past two in the morning when she wanders into her bedroom, walking in as silently as she can and nudging her, trying not to wake Saul.]

Stephanie?

Where'd you run off to?

I have the Transporter coordinates you need: 2976.x4.14

AI is prepped for travel as well, and should be waiting in one of the drives by the computers.

Be safe.

[date of receipt: 1 day prior to your ic mission.]

[...because he needed to tell someone.]

MY PARENTS ARE HERE

So, uh, to ask a weird question, does today seem a lot like yesterday to you? And the day before?

[She's wandering around the town as she thinks about this, but we she wants to talk to someone about it before she comes home, so Steph gets a call.]

Have the last few days seemed, like... really weird to you?

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

hey stephanie guess what

I Was Preoccupied At The Time Of The Vandrova Mission Call And Feel Compelled To Ascertain Whether Our AI Still Exists

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mass text;

text; forward dated to evening of the 5th!

text 12/9

note; i'm so sorry again

text; the 12th sorry for pre-angst

action; 12/15? i think. the day steph cracks.