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[magnitudes]

G'day g'day, this is Sarissa Theron, local hero and devastatingly good looking rural.

( She seems in a better mood than last time she posted, and better form - and sure, she is, but it's also Sarissa trying very very ahrd to be Okay, and definitely not actually being Okay. Still, there's a healthy flush to her cheeks, and unlike last time she's got a smear of mud on her cheek and is looking like she's been working outside. Wherever she is, she's definitely in a field, and there's a shed nearby. )

I know, two posts from me, in one month? Overkill, definitely. But this is so important. Or, should I say,

( and she grins, brightly, before turning the camera... ) sow important?

( Yes, viewers. In-frame is a very large sow, pink with black patches. Around her are nine little piglets, varied from all pink to speckled to covered in patches, and one that is totally black. )

I just rescued these guys from a bit of a situation. Got them a special shed and I just finished the fences on the fields a couple days ago, so good timing, but I gotta head back into town to pick up some more supplies and that. If anyone has any fruit and veggies or pig feed or straw or - I mean, anything that you wanna donate to the rescue pig extravaganza, lemme know.

( A thumbs up; she is so excited. Pigs!!! ) And I need help coming up with names, because they can't all be Hamlet or Francis Bacon.

Comments

permavoice; after her argument with Sarah B)

[magnitudes]

Oh, come on, don't you start.

[hardedged]

You're a magnet for crapass ideas.

[ banging jess is included in that, btw. ]

[magnitudes]

Yeah, 'cause helping animals is a shitty thing to do, I get it. Whatever'.

[hardedged]

[ a beat. ]

What's your problem?

[ jess, you literally gave her crap five seconds ago. don't. ]

[magnitudes]

( There's a long pause before she replies. Sarissa is scuffing her heels against the dirt, and you can practically hear the sulking.)

Sarah called me irresponsible and stupid.

[hardedged]

Yeah well, she doesn't know shit.

[ only she can call sarissa irresponsible and stupid. rude. ]

[magnitudes]

( She huffs out a sad laugh.)

Yeah, well. She is my sister, so.

( She knows a lot. )

Want to come feed piglets?

[hardedged]

[ a dry scoff. sure, she's feeling awkward about hanging out since her valentine's day disaster, but even more pertinent — ]

I'd probably scare them away.

[magnitudes]

You gonna impersonate the big bad wolf, or something?

[hardedged]

I'm not good around animals. Or people.

[magnitudes]

You're good with me. I'm sort of a feral person, so worst of both worlds.

[hardedged]

[ she pauses, suppressing a sigh. ]

Maybe later. [ which is code for "never." ] I gotta go.

[magnitudes]

Yeah, 'course. Later.

( She understands the code, despite the false chill and cheer. )

[hardedged]

[ she hesitates for a few seconds, noticing how effortless that was. normally, jess would expect an argument or some type of opposition. something's wrong, but she can't bring herself to ask. instead, she just hangs up. once a piece of shit, always a piece of shit. ]

[magnitudes]

( DON'T MAKE HER MAKE RAIN SPEECHES AGAIN, JESSICA JONES )

now it's time for some #qualitytagging

[hardedged]

[ SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS, OKAY

no but uh a few hours later, a mysterious package has arrived at sarissa's doorstep. there's no knock on the door, or bell rung, so she will have to discover it on her own. it's an assortment of fresh fruits and vegetables, contained in a bag that, upon further investigation, is from a local liquor store. notably absent is any alcohol, however, because jess already consumed it all. nice. ]

oh my god

[magnitudes]

( no, that's basically the response,

JESSICA JONES, OH MY GOD, YOU LOSER )