maskormenace | 003 - [Video] Happy Birthday, Chloe Price.

[It's a little after noon when Chloe turns her communicator on. She's sitting on an old white plastic deck chair, and from the look of the buildings behind her, probably on a roof somewhere in Nonah. She's in a worn old white tanktop with a skull on the front, her jeans-covered legs propped up on something, her coat hanging off the back of her chair. She's spent the morning avoiding people, not answering her texts, just...brooding. There's a cigarette between her lips, and she takes a drag off it before she catches it with her other hand, her attention mostly on the phone.]

You ever think about time 'n shit? Like, how it hella doesn't make any sense here? Like, okay, back home, before I wound up here, it was 2013 right? In October.

[She leans back in her chair, resting the phone on her leg, tilted up so all the screen really catches is her face and neck and the clouds.]

Suddenly I'm here, it's three years and a couple months later. Just, wham, welcome to the future except it's a weird fucked up cold war version of the future. And I get like, it's way worse for other people, right? Pulled from other centuries or other fuckin' planets with their own weird-ass calendars but.

Three years.

[She's not even really sure what she's going on about, honestly. She'd been puzzling this over in her head all morning and hadn't gotten anywhere, so maybe she thought rambling out loud would help. It wasn't really working.]

So here we are, right? March 11th, 2016. Shit had gone different, I'd be twenty-two today.

[She hesitates, her gaze distant, up on the clouds as she took another puff off her cigarette.]

Instead, I guess I'm twenty. Sort of. Minus a couple months. Still my birthday though. [And then she smirks, pointing the two fingers holding her cigarette at the sky.] Fuck you, universe. Chloe Price made it to twenty after all.

[She scooped up the phone again, and for a second is framed in the picture again, the camera half-covered by her thumb as she reaches for the disconnect. Her voice is quieter again.]

Didn't see that comin'.

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Sure do. I think the ones you're thinking of are supposed to be stuck-up jerks? Lots of the ones at home are, but I'm not like them. I'm actually fun, for one thing.

Yeah. They're the prissy egotistical better-than-you types.

Never liked 'em myself.

Try being expected to be just like them! "Oh, you're not being an elf right, come pray to our tree with us!" Ugh!

[Chloe can't help but laugh at that.]

So what kind of elf does that make you?

The kind who's actually fun at parties? Unless they're like, fancy ones. Had to go to a ball once. It was terrible.

Though it was pretty good to see the looks on people's faces when I had them announce me as Lady Mai Bhalsych of Korse.

[Which sounds like "my balls itch, of course."]

[Chloe just bursts out laughing at that, picturing it so easily. She can't even really manage to talk. Good job, Sera.]

Glad people here seem to appreciate my humor more often than the people back home.

[Not that she didn't have friends to make dick jokes with, but.]

I'm Sera, by the way.

It's a shame more people can't. [She said as she got her giggles under control.]

S'cool to meet you, I'm Chloe.

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