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maskormenacelogs2017-03-03 08:06 am
ewenique) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-03-03 08:06 am
under the fog there are shadows moving
WHO: MK & friends. or acquaintances. or people she harasses.
WHERE: various.
WHEN: throughout March.
WHAT: MK is shady and weird, others endure her.
WARNINGS: themes of depression/death/violence. Some spoilers for Orphan Black: Helsinki in one of the starters.
( SPOILERS for Orphan Black: Helsinki. )
She has been careful. Slow, even, to move and begin and to construct. She still needs to understand this place better, but there is one thing that she knows, and that is that she will not be made a victim. She may run, and she may hide, but she is not a scared forest creature, or a child. She belongs to shadows, now, or they belong to her. Since her return, MK has found herself—
Fortified, perhaps that is the word. No more playing by the rules of other people. There is Veera Suominen, the girl that died with her sisters, and there is 3MK29A, the ghost that will haunt all those responsible. And here there must be more: there is Marja, the public face, and now perhaps she will need to be a wizard, as well, a master of spells and deception.
In the great scheme of things she wondered if she was Dorothy, wandering a yellow brick road. Niki, though, was not Tin Man or Toto or Lion or Scarecrow. Niki was more important, more essential. Jade and Justyna and all of the others, they were important too, but Niki? Niki had been everything. She has cast each of them in different parts. It is foolish, though: her sisters are dead, and the stories written about them do not bring them back to life, only confirm that terrible things happened to them. There had been mirages, moving incarnations of her sisters that haunted her, and MK’s response had first been to cry, and then to rage, and now she is throwing herself into work to try and forget how it had felt to see Niki and their sisters judging her - despising her for being living, rather than dead and with them, or for dragging them into this whole disaster.
MK sits behind her collection of screens, and starts to type. There are new dangers, now. There is more work to do.
ELENA — FRANK — ROBBIE — SARA
WHERE: various.
WHEN: throughout March.
WHAT: MK is shady and weird, others endure her.
WARNINGS: themes of depression/death/violence. Some spoilers for Orphan Black: Helsinki in one of the starters.
( SPOILERS for Orphan Black: Helsinki. )
She has been careful. Slow, even, to move and begin and to construct. She still needs to understand this place better, but there is one thing that she knows, and that is that she will not be made a victim. She may run, and she may hide, but she is not a scared forest creature, or a child. She belongs to shadows, now, or they belong to her. Since her return, MK has found herself—
Fortified, perhaps that is the word. No more playing by the rules of other people. There is Veera Suominen, the girl that died with her sisters, and there is 3MK29A, the ghost that will haunt all those responsible. And here there must be more: there is Marja, the public face, and now perhaps she will need to be a wizard, as well, a master of spells and deception.
In the great scheme of things she wondered if she was Dorothy, wandering a yellow brick road. Niki, though, was not Tin Man or Toto or Lion or Scarecrow. Niki was more important, more essential. Jade and Justyna and all of the others, they were important too, but Niki? Niki had been everything. She has cast each of them in different parts. It is foolish, though: her sisters are dead, and the stories written about them do not bring them back to life, only confirm that terrible things happened to them. There had been mirages, moving incarnations of her sisters that haunted her, and MK’s response had first been to cry, and then to rage, and now she is throwing herself into work to try and forget how it had felt to see Niki and their sisters judging her - despising her for being living, rather than dead and with them, or for dragging them into this whole disaster.
MK sits behind her collection of screens, and starts to type. There are new dangers, now. There is more work to do.
SARA — INTERACTIVE MIRAGES.
Perhaps with all these strange things starting, more people will be ready to listen. Then again, maybe they'll just want to listen even less.
MK sees it a little before it unfolds: a group of people from a historical period she can identify more in general familiarity rather than any particular familiarity with it. Mauritia Falls seem depressing at the best of times; with rain coming down and the clatter of it on rooftops and on the street likely makes hearing approaching footsteps a little more difficult, just as it limits the view from the camera she is using to look around from the camera of a derelict looking petrol station. MK suspected some people needed to stop visiting parts of town near seedy bars, but there was a cheery looking diner a few blocks away with neon lights that flashed enticingly in the rain, so she could almost forgive the poor decision making.
Bedsides, she preferred the seedier parts of town, herself. Made it easier to hide.
For all the rain, she does see a woman and a threat, and then she recognises the woman, and her fingers tense before she flicks on the element that masks her voice a little and she tracks down the number. It was easier, knowing who she was trying to contact. Come on, pick up. )
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Hey, what's up? [Said in a super casual-slash-friendly-slash-chill tone. Yes, she does pretty much always answer her phone this way, ok.]
ahhhh sorry for my lateness ;;;;;;
( A device alters her voice - masks her accent a little, clouds her age, generally just makes her a little harder to pin down without being dramatic. )
There is a group of men ahead of you. They are wearing viking uniforms and have swords and shields. You can't go the way you're going, they'll attack you.