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( 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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( 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. )

[ 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. ]

( Another new name. It's interesting, that she thought that they had met so many of them already, only to have even more show up in-- wherever the hell this is. )

Huh, well. Nice to meet you. ( She still can't shake the feeling that something is wrong here. She's missing something, or Sarah's expecting something, or any number of variables really, but whatever it is it's leaving her uneasy. ) Did you...know about our deal, before you came here?

( I mean, "our deal" is one way of saying human fucking clones, but whatever. )

I did, yeah. You could say I'm an expert. Listen—

[ She's about to say that Beth might hear something about her from someone else, Cosima maybe, but in the end she's too cowardly. ]

What's the last thing you remember, Beth?

( She totally intends on just answering the question. Lie or not, she hasn't decided yet, but she opens her mouth to speak and- well, nothing happens. The words catch in her throat and she's just silent for an uncomfortably long moment.

And then she clears her throat and she's back, slightly sarcastic amusement lilting her words as she shrugs. )

I was uh, getting out of town for a it. Going for a ..trip. ( And then, more accusingly than she intends. ) Why?

[ Sarah's got no idea if Beth's lying or not. She could just be from further back in the timeline, some point where she'd really been getting out of town. Getting the fuck away from all this. She shifts uncomfortably, leaning forward and tempted to just shut off the comm, ignore this, forget it ever happened. Instead she stops herself and tries to answer Beth's question. ]

I've seen you before. Wanted to know if you remembered seeing me. [ There. Vague enough so if Beth hasn't... yet, she's giving nothing away. ]

( And then it clicks. The reason Beth has felt just a shade closer to uncomfortable than she's been with any of the other genetic identicals is because of where she'd seen her. She's spent the better part of the couple of days here trying to forget the circumstances prior to her arrival here, but now that Sarah has pointed it out, she can see it.

The look is softer, certainly less angry punk, but it's her. )

You're the girl from the train, ( She sounds confused, surprised enough that she drops the cagey act. ) who are you?

I'm the girl from the train. Sarah Manning. I'm the girl you left standing in the middle of all this shit.

[ The anger in her own voice surprises her. She'd been expecting something else—sorrow, guilt—to have crept into her voice. But suddenly she's shaking, wants to hit something. Beth, finally. Not some dream version of Beth, all knowing, or some silent ghost following her around. The real Beth. ]

Yeah, well- ( What's she supposed to say, sorry? It's far more complicated than a word like that, and she drags a hand over her face quickly while she tries to play catch up with the shit going on here. ) Welcome to the front line.

[ Sarah laughs. She can't help herself, though there isn't much humor in it. She laughs because that shit is exactly what the Beth in her head would have said. ]

I'm—it's been a while, since then.

( Now that's a shock... )

How long is a "while"?

Edited (dont mind me) 2017-07-10 01:26 (UTC)

[ Well now that would require a real understanding of Orphan Black's timeline, which I don't have, but— ]

A while. Months.

( Good thing she's already sitting down, because that's really not what she's expecting to hear. Days, maybe a week max, but months? It's a shock, to say the least. )

Okay. ( She exhales slowly, swallowing before trying to smile sightly. It's a poor effort. ) Was-I mean, is everyone okay?

I... [ Christ, she can't even think of who Beth knew about and who she didn't. The German, Paul, Art, of course... ]

I can't do this over video. Sorry. Just—fuck.

No, listen- ( She has about a thousand questions, all of which are fighting for importance right now, but she gets the feeling that maybe launching them all on Sarah right now might not be the best play. Still, there's an urgency when she speaks, she can't let her go just yet. ) just...I need to know. Does everyone know I'm dead?

[ Sarah goes quiet for several moments. That's a weirdly complicated answer, no thanks to her own shitty impulse decisions. ]

Yeah, they know.

( She sighs again, in relief this time, and flops back in her seat. That shouldn't really be great news, ordinarily, but Beth looks like the weight of the world has just been taken off of her shoulders. )

Oh, thank god.

[ Which only makes Sarah look more uncomfortable. ]

Yeah, real great.

[ She should hang up. But maybe it's better to do this now. Make it like ripping off a band-aid. ]

Look, Beth. You're not gonna like me. I did something incredibly— [ Here she swallows, unsure of the right words. ] Incredibly fucked up, alright? I was dealing with my own shit and I didn't know anything about us, what we are, but that doesn't make it better. Makes it worse, actually.

( The word is out, it's public knowledge that she's dead - and if that's the case, then Evie Cho has to know. The people she works for, they have to know. The sheer relief she's getting from that is so consuming that it's hard to focus on what Sarah's saying, but 'fucked up' gets her attention. )

Hey, I know all about fucked up. ( That's supposed to be funny, but it's grim enough that even Beth's smirk falters. ) Honestly. We all make shitty choices, Sarah, it's the life. What could you have done that's so awful?

Not like this. Someone will see it.

[ MK is probably watching this already. ]

Okay. ( She's confused, and it comes out in her tone of voice, but it's hardly the first time she's dealt with the skittish or cagey types. #coplyf et cetera. ) So, meet me somewhere then. Where's close for you?

I live near Nonah. Where are you?

Practically neighbours, look at that. ( now is not the time for jokes. ) That's where they've put me, Nonah.

Oh, great.

[ Somehow she sounds less than thrilled. But a minute later she texts over the address of one of Nonah's slightly less seedy bars (look, Beth had nice shit in her nice apartment, Sarah's guessing she wouldn't appreciate a total dive). ]

Meet me there in an hour, unless you've got other shit to do. [ Hope springs eternal etc etc. ]

An hour it is. See you later, Sarah Manning.

( Unfortunately, Sarah's life is literally never lucky, and nothing more pressing comes up in Beth's afternoon plans. Fast forward one hour, and she's already sinking a beer while she finds a place quiet enough to sit and talk. One of the booths towards the back will do well enough, and she picks up another drink before getting comfortable in her seat.

She's finished the first bottle and moves on seamlessly to the second when she sends a text in reply to the one that had given her the address, just: )

Booth, back right.

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