( text | un: blink. )
whichever asshole has been moving the buildings around, can you not do that? you're making my job really freaking hard.
( No one is moving any buildings. Clarice has just pretending she hasn't got the weird sickness everyone else has. But maybe right now she's definitely heading into delirious category. Thankfully, she knows enough not to try portalling right now. Sitting down, catching her breath, not panicking. Those are good ideas.
She needs to be distracted. )
and i'm pretty sure the body mod parlour people are trying to induct me into a cult. i don't even have pierced ears!
( No one is moving any buildings. Clarice has just pretending she hasn't got the weird sickness everyone else has. But maybe right now she's definitely heading into delirious category. Thankfully, she knows enough not to try portalling right now. Sitting down, catching her breath, not panicking. Those are good ideas.
She needs to be distracted. )
and i'm pretty sure the body mod parlour people are trying to induct me into a cult. i don't even have pierced ears!

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( Clarice is still trying to shake off her wariness for strangers, but the Quarantine is definitely helping. It means instead of just backing out, she's sitting down, unscrewing the top of a bottle. The condensation is a sweet relief from how hot she's feeling, and she's tempted to press it to her forehead.
She resists, for now. )
I just don't want the network to think I'm some kind of grandma. ( Because it's an old, fussy name. ) I have a reputation to uphold. ( She grins a little, leaning her elbows on the table as she takes a long sip from her beer. )
Why did I not know about bucket beer before? ( She will drag everyone down here now. )
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( no, some kind soul had taken pity on her post-memoria, seeing her stoically sniffly and doing her best not to cry and deciding instead to direct her particular blend of self-loathing and repressed emotions towards the more traditional outlet. ie, booze. that had been a much-needed beer bucket, and now, skye was just passing the torch. )
If it makes you feel better, I've heard worse names. ( like the one they'd slapped on her file back at st agnes' ... ) At least Clarice has some personality.
( even if it does make her wonder if there are knitting needles underneath the jacket. speaking of said jacket: ) You sure you don't want to take that off? You look like you're basically ready to melt.
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( She'd be so good at instagram, goddamnit. But Clarice does remove her jacket because she is too hot, leaving her in a shirt that looks as though someone's hacked it with scissors. Thankfully there's a tank top underneath. The #aesthetic lives on. )
Gotta say, Skye's a lot nicer. I don't know what my parents were thinking. ( Considering they were somewhat evil, she's going to assume the name was part of the masterplan. ) And, hey! You're Skye in the sky, now.
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( the joke earns a soft laugh, though, one that's aimed towards the lip of her beer bottle as she takes another swig. skye in the sky. it's cute, cheesy, the kind of joke she might have made herself in a good mood. maybe. )
What would you pick?
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( Never let her have children.
Actually, never let her think about it. )
So, Skye's self-chosen, huh? Nice.
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( nor is it particularly descriptive. skye hasn't exactly had much opportunity yet to interact with anyone who's chosen an inhuman alter ego, but she's not immune to the impacts of media. superpeople pick their names, don't they? )
Do you blink and make things disappear, or...?
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( Poof. )
Could've been worse, I guess. It's not as obvious as Captain America, right?
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( she can't talk too much shit about cap. her boss is only his biggest fan in the entire world. )
Probably saves you a shitton of money on gas, though, right?