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so extremely low energy the last few days I'm sorry but alsoi am thinking about connections she used have and aaaahhhhh abt them

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  There's a part of her that still says no. Wrong. All those years and it took what, a few conversations to clear up and clear out? How could someone who barely even knew any of them do that? It's total bullshit.

  Because you've been such a good conversationalist.

  “You're guessing but already have a 'hard work pays off' lecture for it?” she scowls, drowning out the bite of her self criticisms. Classic administration. A catchy acronym or two-step mnemonic device or kitty poster for all your woes, just don't expect anything actually useful. She shakes her head. This is pointless. “Do you actually know she 'crossed over' or are you just guessing about that part, too?”

  God, the questions. So many questions. Every year only brings more, and more oddities. And nowhere to go. And no one to ask.

Midge has to laugh at the damnation, tipping her head in acknowledgement. The deaths certainly hadn’t slowed down any with Split River abandoning the Devil mascot. This school does seem to have an unreasonable amount of casualties in its student body—and she’s proof the teachers aren’t necessarily safe, either.

“I don’t know the specifics,” Midge answers. “But if I had to wager a guess, Madison helped Dawn address whatever pain was holding her here so that she could let it go, and when her exit appeared, she took it.” She does know, without a doubt, that Dawn crossed over. They all felt it. A thought occurs, but Midge holds back the sympathy that rises. Madelyn doesn’t seem the type to react well to it. Instead, she says, “It’s not easy to do, but the option is there for all of us.”

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@femlette ( Aurin ) //> plotting-starter.

  She'd make for an odd holo. Spanner stuck behind her ear and a handful of servo pins hanging out of the side of her mouth, hands free easy access. She leans at an awkward angle, a furrow stuck between her brows as she manipulates something out of sight inside the chest-like chassis of the soon-to-be droid in front of her.

  Mads noticed straight away that her workshop isn't empty anymore, but doesn't bother looking away until her incredibly finnicky task is done. Such a small thing, but it makes the whole project more stable, less likely to fall over. Or blow up.

  She sits back. Wipes her hands on her pants.

  “Don't tell me you broke one of my boys again,” she grumbles around the remaining pins. Then she grabs them, stashing them away in a pocket. “ -Or did you bring me another misfit to fix?”

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ok. splitting time handwriting some replies for here and @lighthouseborn. hovering around! but only half paying attention

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okay well. writing confidence in the gutter but at least i can do this

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how it started -> how it's going

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sometimes i think im doing too much and sometimes i think i could be doing so much more but the thought is. in terms of the zones and what influence Tech has had on things, I don't think she's in BL/ind's top 10 most wanted list. but i do think she's on a list. like they know her name they know some of what she's done they're not happy about it. she just isn't necessarily enough of a rallying point to warrant the widely publicized attention. (if anything they might want to keep it on the down low that there's a killjoy communications system they can't seem to crack down on/break into. if some of the more fringe population heard that, heard of a weakness that wasn't a direct act of or caused by Violence. they might start getting Ideas! thinking thoughts! imagining BLI...could be evadable.) the company want her dead (or maybe still reclaimed) but they're not printing that on fliers and posters. she's just flagged in every database so if a patrol does come across her...

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oh it's midnight where i am- 🎉girl birthday🎉

girl birthday tomorrow

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I'm crawling into bed as I type this but what if I said. like this post for on-the-run plotting. which is to say I will write you a starter with whatever idea I get for our characters and probably yap in the tags at you and we just see if it takes. so like. a plotting-starter call.

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knees by sarah+evers on Flickr.

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“Here’s to us, the rotten children: They made us into violence. Your bones, your skin, it’s all been turned into ash. Here’s to us, those born of violence, turned into a war-ground.”

— We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them. (CNS)

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  Squish the mouse. That's the way. Squish the mouse. She's got a cat, how hard can it be? Squish the mouse, find the door, no more hallways no more war. Squish the mouse. Squish the mouse. Squish the mouse. Squish the mouse. Squish the mouse. Sq-

  Tech inhales sharply, out of rhythm to the rest of her breathing, as his hand finds her arm. The floor has gone still. No steps. She pulls on his shirt and stomps her shoe against the bare concrete. “Squish the mouse,” she whispers. So soft that surely it doesn't escape her hiding place, but it still turns sour as soon as she says it, guilt going 'round. She turns her head in the direction he sent his arm from, clearing the way for.

  Something. She can tell him something, surely? What happened. What happened, that happened. “...Wide open spaces.” A slightly louder whisper, though still designed not to carry. Not supposed to be there. Here. Dangerous things aimed her way, but her feet won't move, because... “Th- ----.. K----” Tech makes an annoyed noise, shaking her head. She pulls on his shirt again. Pulls and pushes at the same time, trying to steer him, turn them both around. Put him between her and the –empty empty empty she knows it's empty but still turn turn turn– walkway behind her. So she can open her eyes again. And find what she's trying to say.

Want? Pale eyes flash up to catch Midnight’s, genuine confusion reflected there. The question—demand—catches her off-kilter. What she wants so rarely factors in to things; the last time she gave it any consideration was when she chose to stay.

What does she want. What pushed her to say this, here, now. She knows the answer to that isn't something easily explained, and certainly not something she wants to get into in front of a veritable stranger. Her gaze slides away again, goes distant, as she tries to find an acceptable answer for Tech.

After perhaps too long, she says, “I want you to be safe, but I know it'll be a cold day in Hell before that happens.” Fond irritation tips up the corners of her lips. “I don't…” She sighs, struggling for words. She understands, in a nebulous sense, where the miscommunication on her end is happening, she just doesn't know how to explain it.

The words come out slow, quiet, uncertain. “I don't know how to show you in a way you'll understand, so I’ll tell you. No matter how angry or frustrated or hurt I am, no matter how much I might want to push you off the roof to see if you bounce… I'm in your corner. Without exception. And nothing you might do is going to change that.” She hesitates. “Well, okay, there is one thing, but I don't think I need to worry about you trying to kill my little mouse.” She shrugs, gaze low and a tight, unhappy smile on her face. “I'd like for you to believe that, but… I want you to know it. That's all.”

And, feeling uncomfortably raw and exposed, she retreats to her unit.

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  “An' what, you think no one else in the world knows how t'ask me pretty, pretty please?” The very idea! Honestly, it's like he doesn't know her at all. His offer -though a warm fuzzy that tickles the end of her nose- also sounds like he doesn't know the twins at all. And if that's not the travesty of the era, she doesn't know what is. Tech shifts again, leaning on Omens' shoulder to get more height, better vantage.

  “Hold on-” She scans. Matching faces, of a sort, definitely, but maybe not... the best thing she could have said. 'Cause- “It's not like.... copy-paste. It's. Cup n' spoon... Sun n' moon.... Crow and shiny bit.” Not identical. Still, a matching set. “An' they did not leave me here.”

"Last I remembered, I had t' say pretty pretty please t' get the girl out." He's grumbling at least, less of a sourpuss than when she first came over. His elbows thunk to the table surface, but he doesn't get more than that far into his planned mopey slump before he's glancing around for her "matching faced boys".

It's a lot of people, busy and dancing and all sort of blurring together. Mmmmmmmmmm- "I don' see 'em, baby." When he turns back to the table, he lets one forearm rest fully on the tabletop, and his chin finds a resting place in the palm of the hand of the other arm. "I can give ya a ride home if y'need."

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  The rise of lights sends her heart screeching into her throat, but Tech stands her ground like she's got an army at her back. Doing he best to exude I belong here. It's almost true. If she has to turn tail, as long as she beats them back to Tess's then— the call of her name interrupts the thought.

  She tosses her head, flipping hair out of her eyes like a cat's ear flick at a fly. Name yourself, not me. Lucky for them she's good with voices, drowned by backlight into shadows as they are, and she isn't toting anyone trigger happy with her. Well, nobody trigger happy with the hands to pull a trigger, anyway. Glitch makes a disgruntled noise at her as Tech puts her gun away. She soothes him with a little pat, aiming for where she thinks his head is inside her bag.

  Strange little bug, this Synth. Tech's still working out what to think. Towers and terminals. 'Better' halves and bitter mentors. “I'm the only Tech there is,” she tells the new face. Strike — strike off, strike out, strike hard, strike a match, strike your flag, strike a bargain, strike from the record? Hm. She glances between them, her eyes eventually landing Synth with a contemplative look. “Never knew I was worth hearin' about.” Exponentials, or repeating decimals? She'd never thought about it before. Her eyes slide back to Strike. “S'there really a lot to hear?”

They’d tried to get Aqua to come out with them, but she’s been withdrawn after some argument with Sin—it was severe enough that Vel’s not comfortable leaving her side, so it’s just the four of them. Strike had seen the dracs first, and it took no convincing for Jounce to yank the car off the road, cut the lights, and race to the fight. Strike shoves Synth back into the backseat when they try to join the fight, knowing the three of them will do better if they aren’t worrying about their puppy.

Twist gets hit in the ensuing battle, so they’re in no rush to get moving once the masks are dealt with. Synth helps patch him up, Jounce and Strike making sure the car is still road-worthy, discussing whether they’re continuing out or heading back. Synth yelps at the surprise shot, Twist instantly shoving them behind him. Jounce leans into the driver’s side and starts the car, flicking the high beams on, flooding the battlegrounds with light.

Strike winces at the carnage and turns away, but Synth’s peering around Twist to see who spoke. They clamber onto the trunk, squinting against the light. “Tech?” They shout back. They wave impatiently at Jounce to turn the high beams off—he does, but only drops to regular headlights.

“Tech?” Strike echoes, walking around the car to help Synth back down to the ground. “Shiny.” She laughs as Synth keeps hold of her hand, dragging her past the car and into the light.

“Promise we don’t got Aqua with us,” Synth calls as they close the distance. Over Strike’s cackling, they continue, “Twist got got—he’ll be okay, but, y’know. Jounce’s stayin’ with him ‘n the car, and this,” Synth turns proudly to their companion, “is my better half.”

“Don’t listen to ‘em,” Strike says, grinning. “They’re definitely the better half’a this equation. ‘M Strike. ‘Ve heard a lot about ya, if you're the Tech I’m thinkin’ about.” Synth gives her a quick nod of confirmation.

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also that meme says don't add any and i will not be adding any but if you thought of a different thing than the ones in the list i'd accept it tbh. i didn't even read the list i have no idea how relevant to tech they are i just saw all the fives and zoned out.

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’ 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 ’ 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

so i was looking at THIS MEME and THIS MEME and like. there’s something that i just love so much about these?? so essentially, the sender might send in smth like. “five times cried”. and the receiver can respond with a drabble about five times the receiver’s muse cried because of the sender’s muse! if you’re confused, that’s my fault, and that’s also why i have links to two of the memes that inspired this. i hope you all enjoy! as always, do NOT add more to these, i WILL be making a part 2!

five times kissed:     ( five times the receiver and sender kissed )

five times hugged:     ( five times the receiver hugged the sender )

five times called:      ( five times the receiver called the sender’s phone )

five times texted:      ( five times the receiver texted the sender )

five times cried:      ( five times the receiver cried over the sender )

five times smiled:      ( five times the sender made the receiver smile )

five times touched:      ( five times the receiver touched the sender (platonically or romantically or otherwise!) )

five times saved:     ( five times the sender’s life was saved by the receiver )

five times saved by:      ( five times the receiver was saved by the sender. )

five times protected:     ( five times the receiver was protected by the sender )

five times protective:      ( five times the receiver was protective of the sender )

five times thanked:      ( five times the receiver thanked, or felt gratitude towards, the sender )

five times comforted:      ( five times the receiver comforted the sender )

five times angered:      ( five times the sender made the receiver angry )

five times betrayed:      ( five times the receiver was, or felt, betrayed by the sender )

five times saddened:      ( five times the receiver felt sad for or because of the sender )

five times worried:      ( five times the receiver worried about the sender )

five times relieved:      ( five times the receiver felt relieved about the sender )

five times safe:      ( five times the receiver felt safe because of the sender )

five times happy:     ( five times the sender made the receiver happy. )

five times afraid:     ( five times the sender made the receiver feel afraid )

five times hurt:      ( five times the sender hurt the receiver or made them feel hurt. )

five times visited:      ( five times the sender and receiver visited each other )

five times left:      ( five times the sender and receiver parted ways )

five times reunited:      ( five times the sender and receiver reunited after being apart for a considerable length of time. )

five times stayed:      ( five times the receiver stayed with the sender )

five times glanced:     ( five times the receiver stole glances at the sender )

five times glanced at:      ( five times the receiver noticed the sender stealing glances at them )

five times healed:      ( five times the receiver nursed the sender back to health, or tended to their wounds )

five times watched:      ( five times the receiver watched the sender while they were working or doing something )

five times shared:      ( five times the receiver shared something (either a material or feelings or secrets!) with the sender )

five times flirted:      ( five times the receiver flirted with the sender )

five times blurted:      ( five times the receiver impulsively blurted something out to the sender )

five times confessed:     ( five times the receiver confessed a secret or feeling to the sender )

five times noticed:      ( five times the receiver noticed the sender properly )

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if not a god or a mortal, what are you?