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[allwehad]

[Phone]

[Look. Margot is really bad with existential crises. They're all still here and that's all that matters to her.

She places this phone call not long after getting to stew on the one Mrs. Johnson put out. There is a layer of barely contained anger and annoyance hidden in the neat, clipped tone she's trying to keep.]

So what if we're copies of ourselves? Take comfort in the fact that your original self -- your real self -- is safely at home, doing what you've been doing all along.

And if this illusion is to be our reality now, if there really is no way back for us, then there's no fucking way I'm going to continue to be a plaything -- an experiment -- for the time we have left here. This is home, this is ours, and fuck Zemekis and fuck this Mrs. Johnson who thinks she can toy with us now.

So snap the fuck out of it and don't make everything you've gone through already be in vain. Fight. Keep fighting and never give up.

[This is all, of course, easier said than done, but Margot feels better now that she's voiced her thoughts. She's at home. She really is. The reality back there may be pretty bad too, but she's still there and nothing can change that.

The torment, the dying... Knowing that softens the blow.]

[Action]

[And since that message was so freaking ominous, Margot will be out to check up on her people and can be found all around the town. If she knows you, expect her at your door.]

((ooc: Either voice/action can be set before or during the event! Whichever you would prefer, I do not mind either way as Margot will not be a murder machine during it. Other murder machines welcome for hideous shenanigans. <3))

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[Action]

[perfectsymmetry]

[When Margot gets to Crowe's door, she can easily see the he looks like hell. He hasn't been sleeping or eating in days now. The guy's kinda given up on everything.

He's surprised to see her, though. Or see anyone he knows still alive and in relatively good shape.]

Margot... How are you?

[allwehad]

[The sight of him breaks her heart. If he can't be strong for himself right now, then she'll do it for him. Crowe has been one of her longest friends here and she won't let him give up now.

Margot doesn't say anything, instead placing both hands on his shoulders before pulling him into a tight hug. It's a simple gesture and with it she's trying to convey that he's real, they're both real and here, and he's not alone. They can do this.]

[perfectsymmetry]

Ma- [He doesn't finish that statement. He doesn't say or do anything for a few moments, too tired to react and too unsure of what to do. But then he gently returns the hug. He figures this pretty much tells him what he needs to know about her right now.]

[allwehad]

[She pulls away after a moment and gets another look at him, eye narrowed.]

You want to talk about it?

[perfectsymmetry]

[He looks away.] I-I'm not sure there's anything to say.

[allwehad]

Then how about this -- is there anything I can do for you? This whole situation is fucked up more than I thought, but... [She shrugs, not sure where she was going to go with that in the first place. It's not like anything she says can make the reality of the situation any better.]

[perfectsymmetry]

[He shrugs lightly.] I-I don't think there's anything anyone can do a-anymore, Margot. But I appreciate the thought.

[allwehad]

Alright... [She draws back, stuffing hands into her coat pockets.] I'm gonna go check on everyone else, but if you need me, you know how to get a hold of me, yeah?

someday i'll stop doing that

[perfectsymmetry]

O-Of course. Thanks. Just make sure that n-no matter what happens, you stay safe, alright?

[captainofthe10th]

Someone who understands.

[allwehad]

[Oh, she recognizes that voice and her own tone goes to Not Happy. Margot was at the church. She saw what happened.]

I have a good head on my shoulders, unlike some people.

[captainofthe10th]

We shall see about that.

[ He hangs up, trying not to smash the receiver with his strength, annoyed beyond measure, but he's used to mortals not understanding things at this point, even if it still rankles. ]

[allwehad]

[She listens to the click of the phone, holding the receiver to her ear for a moment longer before coolly letting it drop back into its craddle. Not stunned, so much as annoyed by his behaviour.]

[voiceofauthority]

Finally, another woman with some fucking sense.

[allwehad]

I try. It's not like moping is going to make the situation any better.

[voiceofauthority]

Exactly. We need to make this damn place ours and take out that bitch.

[action]

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[Margot, this was precisely the wrong time to knock on the 339 Brady Lane door.

Mika wrenches it open, her pipe gripped tightly in one bloodied hand, the house is strangely quiet behind her and the front room that can be seen around her looks like a hurricane hit. Smashed furniture is splintered everywhere, and Mika's hold on the doorknob is so tense her arm is shaking.]

Margot. You need to go. You've got to run.

[The pipe trembles, and she draws blood as she bites her lip.]

I can't hold it for long, please go.

[allwehad]

[Margot has the best timing, what are you talking about.

Alarm bells go off immediately and she takes a step back away from the door, but doesn't flee. Something is definitely wrong and if Mika needs help, there's no way she's going to leave the other woman there alone.

Margot's eye flicks from her to the pipe, keeping watch on the weapon.]

Mika... What's going on?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

I've been reprogrammed and I can't control my body anymore. I'm so sorry.

[She looks terrified, tears welling up in her eyes as her arm lifts the pipe higher, the whole thing trembles like something's trying to hold it back.]

Please go.

[allwehad]

[...Well, shit. Margot is hopping backwards down the front steps pretty quickly and backing up towards the street. Both of her hands crackle with electricity in case she has to fight.

There could still be people in that house, people that need help, but the last thing she wants to do is hurt Mika.]

Look, Mika. Just keep fighting it, okay? Don't give into that bitch. This isn't your fault, none of this is your fault...

[wolfishsurvivalist]

I'm trying but it's so hard, I'm trying.

[But it's obvious that Mika's exhausted, the shadows around her eyes are deeper and her face seems more gaunt than usual. The pipe is raised like a bat as she stumbles out the door, begging Margot to just run and leave her behind.

Quick before Mika can't stop herself from chasing her.]

[allwehad]

[Margot raises both crackling hands, still backing up slowly. If Mika tries anything, she's ready to blast the pipe out of her hands if she has to.]

Mika. Fight. You have to keep fighting her, you can't give in.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

I'm trying, God damnit!

[It looks like she's in physical pain from holding herself back, her emaciated frame tensing from the strain of it. That still isn't enough to stop her advance, it only seems to make her body more determined to get to Margot.]

Just run, Margot! Go!

[allwehad]

I'm really sorry, Mika.

[With a hand extended, she darts forward to grab at either Mika's wrist or the pipe, whatever she can get. If it connects, the electricity coming off her hand is set enough to stun, Margot hoping to buy time to get inside and make sure the other residents of the house are okay.]