(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.)

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[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.

[taxevasion]

Okay, copy away.

[sophielicious]

(And she does. Maybe the white glow overtaking her eyes make her a little creepy, specially when reflected on her glasses, but whatever.

Congratulations, Sophie. You are now gun certified.)

Okay. To chandelier? And we're not nearly as drunk as I'd like us to be.

[taxevasion]

Well yeah, we had one beer in like, 10 minutes. It's not a race. You lead the way to the chandelier.

[sophielicious]

(She's going to roll him with her two own hands to the side of the bed, like a Adrian burrito, so he can get out of bed and she can follow. What a sight.

It's in Emma's room, which is going to take a while, they're going to have to go up when they're at the bottom layer, but whatever. She might or might not telekinetically drop objects from their surfaces like an angry cat.)

How long have you been doing this? You're actually freaking good at it. Shooting, I mean?

[taxevasion]

[He is not happy with being rotated like that, but he shakes it off as they head upstairs.]

Oh, a few years, when I decided to do something with my life. I was kind of just... existing, you know? No direction. But then Peacemaker inspired me to get out there and be someone who can change things. So here I am!

[sophielicious]

Did you know him before or was it a whole 'I saw this dude one time and it inspired me'?

(God, Emma's room is so goddamn bougie. Rich, rich, rich, and there's the chandelier. She gestures, taking a sip of her beer.)

[taxevasion]

Oh yeah, we hung out all the time!

[It's obvious he's not saying the full truth, but he doesn't elaborate further. Instead, he changes the subject, looking at the chandelier.]

So this is the kind of person your mom is, huh?

[sophielicious]

Sure.

(SUSS. Adrian, sometimes, you lie really poorly, but it's also nice that she can just let him talk shit and not poke. Not always. The hand that doesn't have a beer has a gun, and she's spinning it for a second before she pays attention to him again.)

... What, expensive? My mom is a former supervillain turned X-Men, and even then, she wasn't super great. What about it?

[taxevasion]

[He sips his own beer, eyeing the decor.]

You don't like her, do you?

[sophielicious]

I don't always agree with her, and she's done things I don't love, but I admire her a lot. Again, a supervillain turned superhero, and not a small one, a gigantic one. She's one of the faces of mutantkind. That's badass.

... Still, difficult person.

[taxevasion]

Just- be subjective. Do you like her, as a mom?

[sophielicious]

Dude, that's literally the most fucked up question you can ask me! I don't have a reference? What I know about what moms are supposed to be like doesn't apply to me or her, remember? So, as is? Yeah, sure. I care about her, shouldn't that be enough?

[taxevasion]

No, it's not enough. You want to wreck this place, that symbolizes her, and you're going to sit there and go "yeah I care about her so I guess I like her." If you did, we wouldn't be doing this.

[sophielicious]

This place doesn't just symbolize her, it's — do you actually wanna know or are you gonna tell me to shut up and stop moping, because if you wanna know what I'm wrecking, it's a lot of fucking moping. Thought your way of caring was giving me the gun.

[taxevasion]

We're standing in her house, in her bedroom. What does it symbolize, Sophie?

[sophielicious]

You wanted a chandelier, I gave you one, but — ugh, fine. Fine. You know what Emma's problem is? I mean, aside from, a bunch of stuff? Her stupid need for her stupid perfection. Nobody can touch her, she's always right, vulnerability is for suckers, your feelings will be weaponized, don't show anyone anything that matters, and she's harsh. God forbid we know she cares.

I agree with her, it fucks over my life, but I'm literally mad at the Cuckoos, not her. We're in her bedroom because you wanted a chandelier.

[taxevasion]

God, you are so hard to talk to sometimes. We're in her bedroom because you could have told me she didn't have one if you wanted to protect it.

You're mad at her! She's a bad mom, and you're mad at her for it! That's like, the most normal thing to be mad about! You're also mad at the Cuckoos.

You don't need to have a professional attitude about your literal mom. There's no reviews or reports you need to fill out to justify your feelings about it. She can't even tell you apart, and she plays favorites! That's shitty! If you're so mad about perfectionism, then why are you still trying to cover up for her being shitty?

And! Being a clone doesn't mean she has to be detached as fuck, that's a choice she's making because she sucks!