may your life be like toilet paper - long and useful

[subourbon]

WHO: Alison Hendrix and You!
WHERE: Heropa, here, there, everywhere!
WHEN: August 9 - 31
WHAT: Porting back in + whatever!
WARNINGS: None at this time.

Porting in with "gastric upset", wherever!

[Under normal circumstances, Alison Hendrix would be appalled that she has been ported back in this (comparably) grungy state - obvious dirt stains on her pants, one dead leaf tangled in her hair, and some unexplained grime under her fingernails - but she has more important things on her mind.

Namely the loud gurgling broadcasting from her belly and the inevitable "flood" that is about to follow.

So she hoofs it over to the closest door and knocks desperately.]

Hello! I'm... I need your help!

[And she mutters to herself, under her breath, as she continues knocking:]

Johnny Applesauce, this is a nightmare and a half...

[It's going to be a long day on her trek back to Heropa 31.]



Cleaning the bejeezus out of Heropa 31

[Some might argue that if a person has the power to clean an entire room doing nothing more than thinking hard about it, that would be the best way to proceed. But as much as Alison makes use of her power, there's always some niggling doubt in her mind that maybe the cleaning is still sub-par in a way it couldn't be if she put in the time and effort to actually clean. Besides, spending the time to do something as simple and ordinary as cleaning is a little therapeutic, after everything she's just been through.

She starts in the common areas and goes so far as to scrubbing the hallway-facing sides of her housemates' doors. And if her housemates have left a few personal items lying around, well, Alison has no doubt found a new and better home for them.]



Wildcard

Alison can be found all over in various locations due to her work as an event planner, so feel free to find her wherever! If you're interested in a specific prompt or want to talk plot, feel free to PM me or find me on plurk under "canuckleheaded"!

Comments

[subourbon]

[Alison visibly blanches at the mention of eating and shakes her head vehemently.]

No, no, I'm ah... giving my stomach a bit of a rest for now. Helena's deer stew - bless her soul - is not for those with sensitive gastrointestinal tracts.

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah thinks about asking where Helena found deer to make stew out of in the suburbs, then decides she probably doesn't want to know. ]

Some water, maybe?

[subourbon]

I should probably be able to hold that down. Thank you, Sarah.

[She goes to sit on the nearest chair, thankful for something plush and cushy under her poor rear again.]

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah pours her a glass of water and brings it out to her, then takes a seat nearby. ]

God, I'm so relieved you're back. Cos went missing right after you did, and I thought neither of you were coming back.

[subourbon]

[Alison accepts the water gratefully and takes a little sip. She nearly chokes on it when she hears what Sarah says, remembering the bigger picture now that her bowels are less tumultuous.]

Is Cosima back? Does she still have the cure? Is she okay?

[coppelganger]

Yeah, yeah, she's back. She doesn't have it with her, but she's fine.

[ Good to know Alison's up to speed about the cure, at least. ]

[subourbon]

[Alison immediately starts tearing up and fans at her face to prevent her mascara from running.]

Oh thank God! I was so worried about you two, you have no idea!

[coppelganger]

What were you worried about me for?

[subourbon]

[Right, Sarah was probably "behind" her in the "timeline" now. Honestly, it just made an already confusing life situation that much worse, sometimes.]

What's the last thing you remember from home?

[coppelganger]

Last thing I remember is finding out I had that worm in my face.

[ She can't help but shudder a little at the memory, which still seems all too fresh. ]

Cos told me some of what's happened since then, but— [ How to say this? Cosima's way of updating Sarah has been fractured and, coupled with Cosima's tendency to go off on tangents, it hasn't made getting the full explanation very easy. ] You know how she is.

[subourbon]

[Whoo-boy, that is going to be a lot of ground to cover.]

Well, if you give me thirty minutes with a computer, I can probably put together a decent timeline for you. But the last time I spoke to you back home, Cosima was trapped in this "Island of Doctor Moreau" thing, you were on your way to find her in a helicopter, and Donnie, Helena, and I were hiding in the woods.

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah sighs, running a hand over her face. Honestly, the more her sisters try to tell her what's been going on at home, the less everything makes sense to her. ]

But everyone's safe? For now?

[subourbon]

[Alison shakes her head a little and looks skyward - or ceiling-ward at least - as if she'll find an answer there.]

I don't know, Sarah. Talking to you while you were in that helicopter is literally one of the last things I remember.

[coppelganger]

[ She nods, accepting that. Cosima hadn't mentioned seeing Sarah on the island, wherever the hell it may be, so she can only assume the two of them haven't connected yet. But she knows Cosima's okay, at least. And Alison seems to be fine, despite her deer stew issue. ]

Should I ask why you, Helena, and Donnie are hiding in the woods?

[subourbon]

Because it's the only safe place to be. We had to ship the kids off to Florida and make a run for it after Duko's people tried to kill us again.

[She starts tearing up, half from reliving the terror and half because she is just so grateful to still be alive.]

He was going to put a glitchy, first-generation bot into me, Sarah. If it hadn't been for Helena swooping in like the angel she is, Donnie and I would have been dead for sure.

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah has... no idea about what most of Alison's talking about, but she knows enough to get the gist, and the gist: not good. She moves closer to Alison and puts an arm around her shoulders. ]

Hey, you're alright. Helena's the safest person you could be with right now.

[subourbon]

I know, I know. That sweet girl will always have a place with the Hendrix family from now on.

[She'd probably make her godmother of Oscar and Gemma if she could.]

[coppelganger]

"Sweet girl," huh.

[ This is a little much for Sarah. ]

[subourbon]

Mm-hm. Anyway, like I said, I'll put together a timeline for you to summarize everything that's happened.

[It'll be colour-coded and everything.]

Has everything been okay here?

[coppelganger]

Things are...

[ She doesn't know what to say, really. Everything was shit when Alison and Cosima were missing, and then Sarissa interrogated Cosima's girlfriend at gunpoint, and then George left. Finally she settles on, ] Things have been better.

[subourbon]

Did something happen?

[coppelganger]

Uh, well Sarissa got it in her head that Cosima's girlfriend had murdered you both, and she went over to their place with a gun ready to interrogate her.

[subourbon]

She did what?! Oh my Lord, is Clara okay?

[coppelganger]

She's fine. I was there to keep things from getting too crazy.

[ But seriously, you know it's bad when Sarah is there to be the voice of reason.

She sighs, then, and adds in what she's hoping will go over as a kind of unnoticed afterthought, because she really doesn't want Alison making a huge deal over this: ] George is gone.

[subourbon]

[Alison has survived years in the suburbs by zeroing in on information that people have tried to pass off as an afterthought, so no dice.]

Gone? Like how Cosima and I were gone?