( video. ) the monstrosity returns/couple days post-Crescendo.

[magnitudes]

( Behold— another Tatiana? Really? What?

She has red hair, heavy eyeliner, and is wearing a roller derby uniform. The helmet's black, and printed on the side is Bouncing Betty. Her lip looks busted, she's got a fast blooming black eye, and she’s unclipping her helmet as she speaks, walking down the street - or skating, more specifically, but slowly. )

Hey, strangers. Name’s Maggie Dalton. New arrival.

( The accent, while not bad, is just a little… too much. Too Chicago, too much emphasis on the little tilts and turns of accent and inflection that make a voice sound authentic. Convincing, but natives to Chicago and those familiar could pick up it's not entirely... right. )

Honestly, I’m real freaked out. I mean— what the hell, right? This shit is insane. I just, I don’t know if I can get through this without a jibarito and some pilsener. Thankfully, even this God damn sweatbox of a state has hot dogs. Not as good as the aforementioned, but I'll make it work, y'know?

( Oh hey, look, she turns the device around, so the recording takes in some hot dogs, and condiments. The camera jerks, and there's a sound of disgust. When it refocuses, it's on a hot dog in her hand, adorned with ketchup. I mean, tomahta sauce in Australian, but whatever. She's in character. )

Hey, what the hell, man? Ketchup, are you for real? You don't just sling ketchup around on hot dogs like you're decorating a damn Tarantino set, what the hell's wrong with you? Nah, man, I'll pass on your dogs, thanks.

( Fact: she paid the vendor before making this video and ate about three hot dogs. Another fact: she may never tell anyone that. Third fact: the camera is focused back on "Maggie," now. )

Some people, am I right? Fuck. I haven't been this mad since my car got rear ended last time I went to see the Bears.

( More like, da Behrs. Her gaze, which had flickered off-screen for a moment, slides back to the camera, and she grins. It might be a familiar grin, all mischief and ridiculousness, and when next she speaks the Chicago-ish one has evaporated to reveal a broad, Australian nightmare. )

Hah ha-ha, just kidding, it’s Sarissa, reporting for duty. I need some hair dye to get this back to normal, and some arnica or something. I think I'm gonna have wheel marks across my ribs, to be honest, and I ain't got a single clue how that happened.

( She leans back, and tests the busted up part of her lip with the tip of her tongue, before continuing. There's a slight air of tension in her, for the familiar, but she might seem just as obnoxious as always to everyone else. )

So... how long have I been gone? What’s happening, what’s new, any sweet goss I need to be caught up on? And hey, have any of you ever thought about how waves kinda look like the ocean is flexing?

( She clears her throat, and after a moment of hesitation, it might be apparent that maybe she's not entirely as relaxed as she seems. )

Saroula, if you’re watching, you got enough cash handy to shout me a cab fare?

( Please still be here, please let Sarah and Cosima be here. )

Comments

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[ohshutup]

You bloody-

[Clara absolutely did not throw her coffee at her communicator. Honestly. She dropped it, and it splashed quite a bit. Somewhat violently. That's all.]

Where the hell have you been?!

permavideo.

[magnitudes]

Paddington! ( oh bloody hell D:) What? I didn't miss the big day, did I?

[ohshutup]

No, but you missed just about everything else.

[She turns the device around to give Sarissa a shot of her surroundings. She's standing outside of De Chima's investigation bureau - and everything is in disarray. There are knocked-over walls, javelins in trees, brick walls singed black. Something large and dramatic seems to have happened.]

[magnitudes]

Fuckin' hell.

( She leans forward, eyebrows raised. )

What happened? Did you go super saiyan?

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[ghoulking]

You have a great timing, Sarissa.

permavideo.

[magnitudes]

Don't I just?

( :D )

How's things, Chief?

[ghoulking]

Insane. You missed a month with ghosts and weird apparitions.

And you? You look very colorful.

[magnitudes]

Thanks. Undercover, mate. My secret identity was my Hot Topic nightmare self.

Ghosts and apparitions, though? Creepy as.

text; dh4z3

[nastygram]

are u done

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[magnitudes]

nah never

are you okay? after the ghosts and armies and weird bullshit?

[nastygram]

i'm texting aren't I

[coppelganger]

[ About twenty minutes after Sarissa's post goes up, a taxi pulls up to a spot nearby. Sarah's not in it, but the driver motions for Sarissa to get in and lets her know that her sister paid for the cab and will be waiting for her at home. You're welcome. ]

[magnitudes]

( CAB

D: no Sarah in it though

:D but Sarah sent it though

Thanks, Sarah.

Sarissa hops on the cab, and by the time she pulls up at home (thank God) she's got her skates unlaced and has them hanging off her shoulder by the laces, walking barefoot (well, with socks) to the house. She's limping s but, moving all sore and stiff, and her lip is busted. Her hair is intensely red, and she ruffles it a little self-consciously as she moves towards the house, and knocks on the door. )

[coppelganger]

[ sarissa why tf are you knocking, you live here, that's weird ]

[am_i_a_monster]

Welcome back

[magnitudes]

Hey hey!

( Sarissa grins, and offers a cheery salute. ) How've you been?

[am_i_a_monster]

We had some weird things happen, but I got through it okay.

Are you okay?

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[khajidont]

You're such a dick!

[ Okay, welcome back, whatever. He didn't buy the accent, but that didn't mean it was Sarissa, and he missed her. ]

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[magnitudes]

What kinda welcome's that, you little feral?

( :D )

[khajidont]

Someone you missed you! For some reason!

[acclimatized]

Nice disguise.

[magnitudes]

It's tops, ain't it? Eat your heart out, Jane Addams. There's a new bloody queen of Chicago.

So. ( She leans forward, conspiratorial. ) How's things?

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[doubleblind]

You're gonna make people wonder why we missed you so much...

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[magnitudes]

Nah, no way. They'll know it's because I'm the classy, intellectual type.

( And then there's a little wave. )

Hey, Tiger.

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[doubleblind]

But you're not even wearing glasses...

[Cosima grins, leaning into the camera as if that makes her physically closer to Sarissa, as if she'd be able to reach out an hug her through the video.]

Glad you're back.