[The awareness of the need to play this carefully, close to the chest, keeps her attentive.]
I don't remember anything. I have a family that I can't recall and friends that are strangers to me here. [She pauses.] I know how it comes back. I've read the guides. All I need to do is die again, or wait a while--and they will come back.
You don't give a rat's ass who I'm supposed to be here. You care more about who I was. And I need to figure both out, because neither is particularly clear at the moment. All I have is this stupid tablet and what people are telling me.
[She pauses.] I would rather have ended up reanimated in the body of one of the god-forsaken townsfolk here than without a clue of who the hell I'm supposed to be. You and that supposed friend of mine did it, and you didn't get anything for it. He's rambling on the network and Watson is off tattling to the administrator and we have learned exactly nothing--except that the nanomachines carry an imprint of ourselves and our memories and are quite good at getting screwed up. That, and that Sherlock is evidently completely off his rocker. [Even acting, she's talking fast enough and with enough real frustration that she has to stop to catch her breath.]
If time is running out and I'll either need to die or wait who knows how long for my mind to get straight again, then I'll take whatever risks you see as appropriate to start getting some damned answers.
[And she almost believes it, enough that there's a real desperation to her voice. It's just believable enough.]
[There's a long pause as he considers her message. Considers it and tries to think of anything he could have someone else do for him that doesn't involve killing herself. House has actually enjoyed his flirtations with Mary. She plays along much of the time, which is refreshing.]
you wanna take some risks contact hawkins and his crew they're getting the high school and chapel open right now they might need help those are the answers we need right now i'm killing time until i can reach them or they open up the next area
[Congratulations, Mary, you have his serious attention. He just doesn't have much that he's willing to pass off onto someone else, least of all a relatively tolerable person.]
How long do I wait, then? Until Watson's gone off and done something stupid, too? [She hesitates, careful not to press too hard.] Until Sherlock gets himself killed another time--and not the one that earned him a spot on the obituary yesterday. I'm intended to care about these people.
[Rosamund grunts in frustration, running her hands through her hair.] I don't know 'Hawkins and his crew'. I don't even know who falls into the category of "his crew", beyond Hawkins. I don't even know who Hawkins is.
I didn't call you to be deferred to a different bunch of perfect strangers. I called you because we've spoken, as far as I can tell, and at least I know when you take risks you know how calculated they are.
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rubikscomplex) wrote2015-08-27 10:05 am
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I don't remember anything. I have a family that I can't recall and friends that are strangers to me here. [She pauses.] I know how it comes back. I've read the guides. All I need to do is die again, or wait a while--and they will come back.
I want to know why it happens. How it happens.
perma-text
you know it's the nanomachines
stop pussyfooting or i'm hanging up
what do you want me to do, kitty cat?
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[She pauses.] I would rather have ended up reanimated in the body of one of the god-forsaken townsfolk here than without a clue of who the hell I'm supposed to be. You and that supposed friend of mine did it, and you didn't get anything for it. He's rambling on the network and Watson is off tattling to the administrator and we have learned exactly nothing--except that the nanomachines carry an imprint of ourselves and our memories and are quite good at getting screwed up. That, and that Sherlock is evidently completely off his rocker. [Even acting, she's talking fast enough and with enough real frustration that she has to stop to catch her breath.]
If time is running out and I'll either need to die or wait who knows how long for my mind to get straight again, then I'll take whatever risks you see as appropriate to start getting some damned answers.
[And she almost believes it, enough that there's a real desperation to her voice. It's just believable enough.]
no subject
you wanna take some risks
contact hawkins and his crew
they're getting the high school and chapel open right now
they might need help
those are the answers we need right now
i'm killing time until i can reach them or they open up the next area
[Congratulations, Mary, you have his serious attention. He just doesn't have much that he's willing to pass off onto someone else, least of all a relatively tolerable person.]
no subject
[Rosamund grunts in frustration, running her hands through her hair.] I don't know 'Hawkins and his crew'. I don't even know who falls into the category of "his crew", beyond Hawkins. I don't even know who Hawkins is.
I didn't call you to be deferred to a different bunch of perfect strangers. I called you because we've spoken, as far as I can tell, and at least I know when you take risks you know how calculated they are.
no subject
if you're that desperate for my attention, kitty cat
should've just led with a boob shot
i respond well to those
you wanna do something for me?
build a bomb
or figure out another way to get holmes' body out of the morgue locker