(open) i am not a martyr, i'm a problem

[sophielicious]

WHO: sophie cuckoo & others
WHEN: january 9th-11th
WHERE: she'll be at the white palace, in snake island
WHAT: sometimes, you try to get mcdonald's, and you get faced with a gigantic, spikey diamond mansion where you lived with your identical clone sisters and identical gene donor mother. sometimes, that makes you really, really sad.
NOTES\WARNINGS: sophie's stuff tends to consist of the following themes: mutant genocide, cloning, lack of identity and autonomy, enmeshment, toxic sibling relationship, sororicide, codependency, repression, groupthink, self-censorship and low self-esteem. anything related to the above might show up in this log.

@: un. cc, un. Superman2, un. GustaveEiffel, un. Stendhal.

hey, guys, i am not coming to nyx for the next three days, hold the fort out there, alright? chrissy, seriously girl, close at 2pm. don't stay there all day. i'll know if you do, do not test me. and everyone else, if there's an urgent demand, i don't know, think really fucking loud, alright? see you guys in a bit.

(Sophie will not be reachable via earpiece; all messages will bounce back. She can still be spoken to if someone thinks loudly enough while saying her name, like calling on a friend on a loud party, but whether she'll answer is up in the air.)

Comments

[sophielicious]

It'd be lonely and full of ghosts if I did, even if it's weird as the dickens to live in the mansion.

(But okay, whatever, she's helping him after she finishes her beer and throws it behind her shoulder. She can't do it as effortlessly as he does, her flesh and bone body is stick-shaped, but alas. Effort.)

The whole thing is fucking weird.

[taxevasion]

"Weird as the dickens."

[He repeats with a snort, and then flops onto the huge combined bed.]

Maybe I'll live here. Someone needs to make this place look less sad.

[sophielicious]

What, it is! I didn't go to that school!

(And she flops next to him, sighing as she looks to the ceiling. Very sparkly.)

Sure, if you share with me on the days I do wanna come. Just know that if Emma shows up, she'll want it back.

[taxevasion]

You sound like you're from the 1940s sometimes. Like you've got a little old lady inside of you that possesses you.

[They're both staring at that ceiling now.]

I'll just tell her I have permission from her favorite daughter to stay here.

[sophielicious]

Wow, legit?! Wait, when? No way.

(This is completely news to her, and it makes her roll on her stomach to look at him before she snorts. Oh, Adrian.)

Oh, I'm not her favorite daughter, you'd have to go find Esme.

[taxevasion]

No one says "dickens" anymore. They say like, "weird A-F" and "weirded out." Even if it's weird a-f to live in the mansion, like that.

Well. Can she tell you apart?

[sophielicious]

Oh, come on, that was one time! I said something outdated one time. Don't take it to heart.

(Not like she doesn't 'darling' and 'dearest' either, tsk tsk.)

Oh. No. Sometimes, when we make it clear.

[taxevasion]

I'll be counting from now on.

Then fuck her. It doesn't matter who her favorite is. Probably because Esme has less letters in it.

[sophielicious]

In her defense, it's not her fault. We make it extremely difficult, only like, three people can. Quentin, Kamala and our ex.

(Did she say 'our'? Yes, she did.)

It's Esmé because Esmé is a heartless bitch. Go fucking figure.

[taxevasion]

[He's from Washington State, he knows what polycules are.]

She's your mom, she should learn it.

[sophielicious]

If we are going to get into the 'should's of it all, you'll see why I'm always really fucking mad. What's the most expensive thing you can think of, by the way? I'll go grab it.

[taxevasion]

A chandelier. Keep it where it is, just take me to it. Although it'd be way more fun to shoot it down with an SMG.

[sophielicious]

Oh, that's super fucking easy. Mum's got one — she's gonna be so upset — okay, fuck it, let's go. Gun, please.

(Teach her first before they deal with glass and diamond shards, please.)

[taxevasion]

No gun until you know how to hold it and shoot it. I don't want to wind up shot.

[Even though he'd recover from it. On his own.

...]

[sophielicious]

Ok. Then show me.

(She's telekinetically moving a pillow away as a target, sitting on the bed and nudging him.)

[taxevasion]

Right here?

[Seems like right here. He hands her one of his pistols, safety still on, and lets her get used to the weight of it.]

So keep your finger off the trigger and put it there for now. I only have iron sights, but you have good eyesight, right? No astigmatism?

[sophielicious]

I... Don't.

(She's rolling her eyes, picking the pair she has hidden in her pocket and sticking it on her face.)

There. What's iron sights?

[taxevasion]

Okay, it's gonna be a little harder than it is for most people. Iron sights is the metal part on the barrel that's supposed to help your aim if you don't have a scope. Scopes make things way easier. Love scopes. Anyway, you want to line up the sections of the metal so when it makes the right shape, that's supposed to help you aim. I'd say first step is making sure you have bullets, but I already know it does, so we'll skip that for now. After that, pull down the safety on the back. Make sure you never point your gun at something you're not prepared to shoot, even if the safety is on.

[sophielicious]

(She listens, tryingn to frel a foreign object in her hand with a hum. Okay. Sure. She's finding the piece he mentioned, aand she very slowly does it. Careful.)

... Bad idea if I just copy your muscle memory and knowledge? I can totally do that, unless you actually want to teach me.

[taxevasion]

If you copy my muscle memory and knowledge are you also going to copy the wisdom to know when to not use it?

[sophielicious]

Yup. It's a copy and paste of all your gun specs and skill tree. You cool with it? I know you don't super love me in your brain.

[taxevasion]

Wisdom's not in that skill tree, that's a rationality thing. Name five instances where you'd use your gun, and if you answer right, I'll let you copy.

[sophielicious]

Adrian. I'd literally only use it if I'm powerless and in a life or death situation. Literally just that.

... And for mindless destruction, with my favorite Adrian. Seriously, if you're scared of me misusing a gun, then I feel obligated to tell you I'm very deadly regardless of holding one.

[taxevasion]

I was going to fail you, but then you added the latter part.

The instances you can use are a gun are: one, we're hanging out and shooting shit; two, when it's cool to use one, which is most times; three, you need to kill someone fast and brain powers are too slow; four, when your bitchass sister shows up, because she'll be expecting psychic powers but she won't be expecting a bullet; five, I actually only had four reasons.

[sophielicious]

Okay, sure, know that I'm faster than a gun, but sure. I can get with your rules.