retested: Lucille Clifton, "cruelty" (Default)
Amanda Young ([personal profile] retested) wrote2016-07-02 01:58 am
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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, AMANDA.

FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 102.92.004.06

*** gameover has joined 102.92.004.06
<gameover> This is Amanda.
<gameover> If you need to contact me, do so here.
<gameover> DO NOT waste my time with stupid shit.



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marcato: (it's these windows all around me)

[personal profile] marcato 2023-10-03 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
It's all right, Amanda.

[It's not all right. He still shudders when he thinks about it, a full body anger that momentarily makes him blind. He still dreams about twisting off every one of their heads.]

We are adept at suffering, aren't we? And yet we survive.
retested: s.z., "unfinished poems iii" (they made you into a weapon)

<gameover>

[personal profile] retested 2023-10-03 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
You sound so much like someone else right now.

[Suffering, survival, the token attempt to comfort her as everything goes further to hell. It's disorienting, the way she can practically hear Aunamee's written words spoken aloud in another man's voice. A ghost, haunting her.]

Did Javert send you? I told him to let you know I was here.
marcato: (he'll have you hanging by a string)

<saturnschild>

[personal profile] marcato 2023-10-04 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He alerted me of your presence, Amanda, but it was my choice to seek you out. He does not guide me in the way that he thinks.

I've missed you.
retested: Emily Palermo, "ix" (It all adds up to this:)

<gameover>

[personal profile] retested 2023-10-05 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
That's not how I meant it. I fucking hate that piece of shit, I'd never presume to call him your guide.

I want to meet with you again. Face to face.
Edited 2023-10-05 10:29 (UTC)
marcato: (but it's just too late to ask)

<saturnschild>

[personal profile] marcato 2023-10-05 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[His shoulders relax -- before immediately tensing again.]

Are you willing to confirm your identity before we meet, Amanda?
retested: Clementine von Radics, "Untitled" (my whole life.)

<gameover>

[personal profile] retested 2023-10-05 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
>>GAMEOVER has posted an IMAGE. If you wish to view, type GAMEOVER01.BMP

[Typing the filename as instructed will display a photo of Amanda looking directly into the camera, holding up a scrap of paper with the current date written on it.]
marcato: (just as long as you can pay)

<saturnschild>

[personal profile] marcato 2023-10-13 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's her. He knew it would be, but seeing the visual confirmation fills him with something like hope. Is this the Fog's doing? Is She bringing back Her faithful?]

Good. Very good.

We can meet in Dyster, you and I. The proper Dyster where the Fog God reigns. I can think of no more fitting place for Her most dedicated priests to reunite.
retested: Lucille Clifton, "it was a dream" (and she twisted her wild hair)

<gameover> -> action

[personal profile] retested 2023-10-13 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been living in that Dyster full time since I got back. I'll see you soon.

[She'll be waiting in her home there, listening for his knock. There's nothing she'd rather do than wait to see him again.]
marcato: (he'll have you hanging by a string)

action

[personal profile] marcato 2023-10-20 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's changed.

Not outwardly, of course. He still wears the same all-white garb and the helm made from shattered glass. But there's something unbalanced about him. Sleepless. Sick.

He knocks on her door with three, firm rap-tap-taps.]
retested: Lucille Clifton, "cruelty" (and i killed them.)

[personal profile] retested 2023-10-20 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Amanda opens the door almost immediately. Does that scream desperation on her part? Even if it does, she can't bring herself to give a shit. She's in a very bad way, consumed by self-loathing and self-blame and uncertainty, and Aunamee's the closest thing she has to a best friend.]

Aunamee.

[Her voice is full of unshed tears. Aunamee is a very neat person--neat to a fault, not only in matters of cleanliness but in those of emotion as well. When it comes to the latter, Amanda is as messy as it gets. Easily overwhelmed, her emotions a tsunami threatening to overtake and drown her at every turn.

That's why she reaches to take his hand. She needs physical contact to ground herself. She'd constantly sought it out from John, and he'd always reciprocated, but she can't receive it from the Fog God, and the lack leaves a hole in her. Her allies are the only ones who can provide her with positive touch.]

Thank fuck you're still here.
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