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[brandishes]

( Now, the face might be familiar enough to the people here when it appears over the network, but Beth doesn't realise just how popular her face is here just yet. She's quite happy to bring it out for the world to see, tired as she might feel, and even if it feels like the effort of mustering a smile might just do her in completely right now she still musters a twist at the corner of her mouth that is, at least, a gesture close enough to pass. )

So, this place is wild. ( The voice is accented, but not heavy, Canadian if anyone knows to listen for it. More prominently, she speaks with a tight jaw, clipped with a slightly mocking drawl to the words. If nothing else, that should set her slightly apart from the other lookalikes floating around. ) Who've I gotta kill for a decent cup of coffee, huh?

( It's supposed to be funny - and she's smiling as if it was - but something is just...off. It's not quite far enough off of a grimace to be a real grin, the muscles twitch in her jaw like she's clenching her teeth, and she seems incredibly distracted despite the fact that she's obviously chosen this moment to make her post. Finally she gives up the act, face falling into a neutral expression as she huffs out a breath forceful enough to blow the sprawling hairs out of her face. )

Also, I could do with...another go of that arrival 101 if anyone's got a minute.

( There's another pause, another attempt at a grin, and then a weak wave: )

Thanks.

( And with that, she's out. )

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[magnitudes]

Oh, come on. You couldn't give me twenty-four hours to break it to 'em gently?

[brandishes]

( should she be offended??? )

I didn't know it'd need a gentle touch.

[magnitudes]

Uh, yeah.

( Wait, that's mean. ) I mean, we're so good looking. People need a chance to prepare themselves for that.

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[ghoulking]

[ oh another clone. ] I can make coffee. If you are in Nonah, you can drop by my coffee shop, :re Café. [ c'mon, can you blame a guy for pimping out his business ]

And I can help with the arrival part as well. What questions do you have?

[brandishes]

Funny coincidence, that's exactly where I am. How's your coffee skills?

( the questions part is more complicated, and she pauses a little before elaborating. ) Do we have to wear spandex?

[ghoulking]

I'm a coffee elitist. [ coffee is literally the only thing he can taste, so- ] I also do latte art. And foam art.If you enjoy that sort of thing. [ it's cute ]

And no- unless you really want to. Sarissa might. [ did. She wore a super-hero suit once. ]

not here

[magnitudes]

( KANEKI SO HELP HER IF YOU GET A NEW FAVOURITE )

not here

[ghoulking]

( That's impossible, unless Beth makes out with a priest or something, Sarissa will always be Kaneki's fav )

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[coppelganger]

[ She knows that face—but more importantly, she knows that voice. It's the same one she copied for weeks, the one she studied from old video tapes and memorized in order to reproduce, and the same one that's followed her even here, haunting her in dreams and fucked up visions. Her fingers are numb as she fumbles for the buttons of her comm, and on the video, her expression is flat, hollow, almost the same one Beth herself had on that night at the train station. That last night, that first night. ]

What did you say your name was again?

[brandishes]

( The woman on the other end of the device doesn't really look enough like the one standing on the platform that day, at least not enough for Beth to immediately connect the dots. It hadn't been more than a fleeting glance, really, and she'd had more than enough on her mind at the time that Sarah Manning's exact image hadn't really had time to truly sink in.

Still, there's something about her. Enough that she feels slightly uncomfortable, in a way that she can't quite put her finger on, something more than just the natural oddness of talking to your own reflection. )

I didn't. ( Beth's face scrunches up, but after a brief second of both weighing up and deciding against holding out she shrugs her shoulders. ) Beth, Beth Childs.

I'm guessing you're one of the others here?

( Sarissa had mentioned there were more than just her and Cosima. )

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah feels sick. It shows in her face, the sudden sinking of her gut, the way her skin feels hot and cold at the same time. She swallows thickly, and when she speaks, her voice is shaking the tiniest bit. ]

Yeah. Sarah Manning.

[ She should have known this would happen. Beth's been haunting her for so long, this was inevitable, really. She could almost laugh, if she weren't so close to crying. ]

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[hostage]

[Another Sarah!]

Is anybody keeping count?

[He doesn't seem to be addressing Beth with that question.]

[brandishes]

( addressed or not, she's happy to answer. )

We'll get tags, don't worry.

[hostage]

Then you'll switch tags around just to fuck with us.

[trouvaille]

Most places will just take cash or credit. ( murder for coffee???? hold out, beth, at least murder for liquor. )

And it does not get less strange.

[brandishes]

Shame, I was looking forward to a good fight. ( ha. ha. ha. she's probably joking. )

That's...fantastic. I was worried for a second it might get boring.

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[ohshutup]

Oh, brilliant!

[Clara gives a bright, shiny smile - a carefully calculated greeting, trying not to repeat her horrific first impressions on other clones. It's tired and pulled at the edges, though. She's gotten pretty good at telling all her wife's clones apart, and this one rings a bit of a bell.]

Do you know Cosima, or are you a new one?

[She doesn't include Sarah's name - she knows that bit of the story.]

[brandishes]

( Well that is one heck of a hello, but honestly the energy involved is kind of....endearing in a way. Enough so that she's not immediately going to be a sarcastic little shit, anyway. She can't make any guarantees for later. )

I uh, I do know Cosima actually. Go way back. ( Sort of. Friendships in clone years are a weird thing. ) You know her too then?

[ohshutup]

Yeah. We're married, actually.

[She's both proud and guarded, proclaiming and defending her place in the family that Beth has wandered back into.]

Clara Oswald. And you're Beth, right?

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[nastygram]

yo did you not get the memo
we are totally full up on people who look like you

[brandishes]

Trust me, if I could cash it in for another I totally would.

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[doubleblind]

Holy shit...

[Sorry, Beth, Cosima seems beyond any sort of coherent response. For several long seconds she stares back, unblinking. She knows it's Beth, Cosima spends too much time mentally cataloging every difference between them to not know, but she still needs to get confirmation.]

Beth?

[brandishes]

People told me you were here.

( Her face softens when she sees the other woman. For all that she held her and Alison at arms length, she's always felt a fondness for her sisters. Whether it's all that good or not remains to be seen, but it's at least something of a comfort to see a familiar face.

Admittedly there are a lot of familiar faces here, there's a damn plethora of clones it seems, but Cosima at least she knows. )

How're you doing, Cosima?

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[majorlyugh]

I suppose I should be throwing confetti or something, to make the arrival thing nicer. Just .. pretend that I'm doing it. [He makes a motion of throwing said hypothetical confetti with his hand in-frame.] I just arrived here a few days ago myself, think I've learned some stuff I could share. Were there particular things you were curious about?

[brandishes]

Very nice, man, I feel more welcomed already.

( Is she being sarcastic? Probably. Is it still an amusing gesture? Yes, so she doesn’t give him too much grief. Instead she just moves on to the question: ) Well, like, powers right? We have them now, if we didn’t? How the hell did that happen.