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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.

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[magnitudes]

( She's speechless for a second, and finally pushed through the doors of the house, though she doesn't walk inside with her muddy boots. )

Like you're one to talk. Fuck you, Sarah. You-- you make it sound like we shouldn't do fucking anything here, ever. You said any of this shit to Cosima? And hey, why not just isolate yourself completely, if we're gonna leave anyway. Why bother having a fucking house, right?

[coppelganger]

No, fuck you. You aren't listening to a word I say.

[ She stands up and walks to the stairs. ] This has nothing to do with Cosima, either, but nice try.

[magnitudes]

She has a kid! She and Clara have a kid, but I bet you haven't said a word about that because it's convenient for you to ignore it when it's your real family and not some bloody stray you found.

( SHE IS SO UPSET )

Hey, where are you going?

[coppelganger]

Cosima's kid is dead. She's gonna port out herself at some point. It's not the same thing at all.

[ With that, she starts climbing the stairs, stepping carefully around the hole halfway up. ]

I'm going to my room.

[magnitudes]

Yeah, and I'm a bloody stray you found in the street, but I guess that's not the same either.

( Sarissa watches, helpless. )

Good thing you're so bloody good at walking away. I'm getting used to it.

[coppelganger]

Maybe if you stopped feeling sorry for yourself for two seconds you'd realize I have a point.

[ This is called down from Sarah's room, and followed by the slamming of her door. ]

[magnitudes]

( She doesn't have a response for that. Can't make one come out that isn't a lie or spiteful or both, and she looks up the stairs for a couple minutes before leaving again, heading back down to the pigs. )