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WHO: MK & Brianna
WHERE: a junk yard
WHEN: late in the month
WHAT: Brianna is trying to collect amazing things for a WEAPON, MK is weird as always
WARNINGS: nothing as yet

( It's useful, going through salvage yards. Finding pieces of equipment that can be adapted, with the right knowledge. Truthfully, MK is pleased enough to find a nice weird thing, like a small ornamental unicorn with a big chip out of its tale, but usually she is looking for things alone. These places have limited security, and she can make that work to her advantage.

It means she can see the teenager (other teenager, she should say) coming by tapping into the security cameras, and disappears into some shadows before the other girl can draw close. MK is camouflaged, safe, here in the dark, but she's also watching. This girl is close to one of the other clones, the girl that Clara talks about like a daughter, who represents family to Cosima. That is interesting.

For a moment, she watches the other girl, wondering what she's here for, before mentally connecting with her device and reaching out to Brianna's. A message pops up on Brianna's device as MK watches, debating approaching. )

What are you looking for?

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[ Brianna hears her phone go off and puts down the sheet of plastic she'd been holding. She assumes it's Clara checking on her. Since that time she got kidnapped, Clara checks on her more often. It's kind of annoying, but Breeze guesses if she's going to live with Clara and Cosima, she should at least go along. She frowns as she reads the message. Not Clara. Not a number she recognizes, either. Someone watching her. Majorly creepy. She types a message back, glancing over her shoulder as she does. ]

who is this where r u

( Technically she's not watching her. A security camera is watching Breeze. MK just happens to be studying the camera.

No, that's a lie, MK is just sitting in the shadows and watching. Usually she'd prefer the camera thing, though. )

People can use any name they want. It is not good to rely on people's honesty with identification.

( She types quickly, pausing for a moment before pressing enter. )

I'm in the junk yard. Don't speak to people much.

come out in the open. i dont want people watching me if i cant see them.

[ She shoots another look around, then stuffs her phone into her pocket and goes back to the closest pile of trash. Jeez, don't people throw out old instruments anymore? ]

( That she can understand. She almost respects it - almost because MK is not terrible good at prioritising the feelings of others, acknowledging their value when they didn't fit into the world as she has seen it and the things she must do.

MK sees the phone disappear into Breeze's pocket, and watches for a few moments longer before she moves. Her motions are slow, cautious, and quiet, until she's standing outside the shelf of piping she's crawled into in the sun, blinking against the light. The unhealthy pallor of her skin is stark against the dark waves of her hair. )

Here.

( Here she is, in a t-shirt with a panda on it and a dark purple hoodie, and jeans that are worn and faded. )

[ Breeze looks over at the sound of MK's voice, then back to the trash pile. Then back to MK again, more confused. ]

Oh. You're. [ Another clone? Except younger? Weird. Also, ] What were you doing under that stuff? Are you like a vampire?

( Her gaze narrows a little, not quite a challenge. Recognition is strange. She doesn't interact face to face partly for this reason, but it was convenient to know the Doctor who didn't seem to grasp faces and recognition at all. )

Marja.

( As if that is obviously what Breeze would have meant. ) I was looking for computer pieces. I don't usually see other people here, so I hid.

( Matter of fact: of course she'd hide, wow. )

Oh. I'm Breeze. I was looking for cello strings, stuff like that.

[ She kicks at an oddly shaped piece of metal, which topples onto its side in the dirt. How many clones are there, anyway? Why didn't Cosima tell her about this one? It's kind of rude. ]

Breeze.

( Like that's new information, like it's a surprise and meant to cover "nice to meet you" as well. MK looks at Breeze intently for a moment, and turns, making a small gesture with her hand that indicates Breeze should follow. )

There are broken guitars over here.

( Propped against a shed - she'd been thinking of taking one for a decoration, but none of them were black, and that meant they just weren't metal enough. ) Metal string, some plastic. I didn't see any cellos yet.

[ Breeze zips over to where MK is motioning, and her eyes light up when she sees the guitars laid out against the shed. ]

This is great. I just need the thickest strings. And some wood, but that's easier to find. [ She crouches down next to the nearest guitar and starts working away at an E string, prying the neck of the guitar off its body. ]

What for?

( In her head, MK is running through all the possibilities of weapons. Garrotting, and the like, though she's not sure if it's just her own thought process or a legitimate concern.

And it's not even a concern so much as a point of interest. )

I want to make a new garrote. I need something thin enough to work, but thick enough so it won't snap.

[ Now she has the string detatched, she starts rolling it around her fingers and then slips the coil into her pocket. ] It's mostly just to have a project. Life can get real boring here. [ A SIGH, god, so dramatic. ] My home world sucked but it was exciting.

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