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hh_mirror((WARNING: spoilers for all existing episodes of Caprica))
Land on your feet, in a crouch. Amazed. Hands outflung as if in flight. Fold your arms, unfold them, stretch one out before you and study your hand in amazement. Same scarred wrist. Run a finger over the keloid ridge. Reach up to feel your face. The back of your head. Fingers clenching in your own hair. Think you ought to have a headache. Experimental pull. Yeah. It hurts to pull your hair. You have sensation. Full range?
You are embodied and aware.
You always knew who you were and now, in a blink, you suspect where it is you've jumped. Before you even look around.
This was not where Amanda expected to be. However: Amanda had an idea of where she was (frakking V-World), and how she got here (Daniel frakking Graystone).
Amanda was not amused.
A question:
State your full name.
What was the point of this question? To see if she'd planned on changing the name, she guessed. The police must have told him she had left her ring on the railing. That could be an ambiguous choice. She'd also left her shoes.
She wrote: Amanda Graystone.
It had been her name long enough that she saw no reason to revert. Even if she wanted to change it, that was how the twelve worlds would always know her: Amanda Graystone.
That, or Terror Mom.
A question:
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Flicker of memory:
- I made you breakfast.
- You made breakfast?
- Excuse me. I used to cook for you all the time.
Warm, that. Drowned by colder flicker:
- Don't you look nice?
- I thought we were going out.
- My love, why go out when we can put some of my little-used culinary skills to work? Here. Sit.
His grandiose efforts at home-cooking as offering, penance, placatory gesture. To distract. To buy time. And she barely able to pick at anything, after the mag-lev bombing, less still after Sarno. Then after Vergis' visit. Then. Now.
Don't try to feed me anything, wrote Amanda, with the fancy old-fashioned quill.
A question:
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
The names did not mean anything.
Are those Tauron names? she wrote. Do they work for Vergis? Is theirs the blood on your hands? She could ask questions of her own.
A question:
3. What time is it where you are?
She made a face. She wrote: Doesn't matter. All of this has happened before, and all of this will happen again. That would piss him off royally. Any smack of mysticism.
Happy frakking Eros Day, she wrote in tiny letters under that.
A question:
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Returned from the dead. Ugly hints in this.
Flicker of memory: the Sarno show. Special guest, Dr. Graystone, with a surprise appearance by Dr. Graystone.
- After she died, I ... I created a virtual version of her, an avatar.
- You cre-- I'm sorry. You -- made an electronic ghost of your dead daughter.
- I just wanted to hear the sound of her voice again.
Flicker: Clarice. On the telephone. On the telephone with Clarice asking her.
- You know, I think it's all really about Zoe. Did you ask Daniel about the avatar?
- Yeah. He said that the code was unstable or something, that ... That it wasn't her, that ... You know what, it's the last thing I need anyway, is to start seeing more dead people.
More dead people.
How many are in here with me? wrote Amanda, with the fancy quill. Do you really want me to harass them?
Daniel in the kitchen: Should I be jealous? Well, let me know, dear.
A question:
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
She laughed. Clever, witty name of a bar. This question had his voice more clearly than the others.
The bar where I go is called Dive, wrote Amanda. Clever enough?
(But what was Slytherin?)
Subquestion of question 5:
B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
Men marrying men: unremarkable on Caprica. Harry, Fred, and George: people as unfamiliar as Barney and Carrottop. People who worked for Graystone Industries maybe, who hadn't been over to the house. People from Zoë's school maybe, who never were brought to the house. Like Ben Stark who also had never been brought to the house. Ben, Zoë's boyfriend, whom Amanda never once saw while he was alive.
How the frak should I know? wrote Amanda. He should pray to Aphrodite and ask for a sign.
(And what was Gryffindor?)
Subquestion of question 5:
C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
She could hear his frustration on paper, through the nonsense rubric of the questions. Maybe you stopped listening to your staff, she wrote, so maybe they decided to stop helping you. Maybe they decided to give up on a lost cause.
Subquestion of question 5:
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Flicker. Zoë in trouble at school again, brazen, uncaring. Amanda trying to get through to her.
- That's enough! You are so lucky, and you have everything in the worlds that you could possibly want, and all you do is complain about this family. You have no idea what it means to build something or to work hard for anything. It's all just been handed to you, Zoë.
- I guess I'll have to learn how to marry into money.
The dull smack of flat palm against cheek. Gone too far. Both of them.
This question? About being useless? Also went too far.
I was a doctor and then I resigned, Amanda wrote with the fancy quill. I didn't marry into money, we had nothing when we married, and now we'll have nothing again. I raised a child who decided to blow up a train and now I'm not a mother anymore. We are not parents. You told me that.
You tell me how I'm not useless since you're the one who wants me to be here.
The angry jerky movement of the quill splattered ink drops around the words.
A new question:
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
She scanned the words rapidly. They were nonsense. Read them over again. Still nonsense.
What do you want? she wrote under the question.
ooc disclaimer: I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. AG
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. AG
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. AG
One day, marmalade will rule the world. AG
Land on your feet, in a crouch. Amazed. Hands outflung as if in flight. Fold your arms, unfold them, stretch one out before you and study your hand in amazement. Same scarred wrist. Run a finger over the keloid ridge. Reach up to feel your face. The back of your head. Fingers clenching in your own hair. Think you ought to have a headache. Experimental pull. Yeah. It hurts to pull your hair. You have sensation. Full range?
You are embodied and aware.
You always knew who you were and now, in a blink, you suspect where it is you've jumped. Before you even look around.
This was not where Amanda expected to be. However: Amanda had an idea of where she was (frakking V-World), and how she got here (Daniel frakking Graystone).
Amanda was not amused.
A question:
State your full name.
What was the point of this question? To see if she'd planned on changing the name, she guessed. The police must have told him she had left her ring on the railing. That could be an ambiguous choice. She'd also left her shoes.
She wrote: Amanda Graystone.
It had been her name long enough that she saw no reason to revert. Even if she wanted to change it, that was how the twelve worlds would always know her: Amanda Graystone.
That, or Terror Mom.
A question:
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Flicker of memory:
- I made you breakfast.
- You made breakfast?
- Excuse me. I used to cook for you all the time.
Warm, that. Drowned by colder flicker:
- Don't you look nice?
- I thought we were going out.
- My love, why go out when we can put some of my little-used culinary skills to work? Here. Sit.
His grandiose efforts at home-cooking as offering, penance, placatory gesture. To distract. To buy time. And she barely able to pick at anything, after the mag-lev bombing, less still after Sarno. Then after Vergis' visit. Then. Now.
Don't try to feed me anything, wrote Amanda, with the fancy old-fashioned quill.
A question:
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
The names did not mean anything.
Are those Tauron names? she wrote. Do they work for Vergis? Is theirs the blood on your hands? She could ask questions of her own.
A question:
3. What time is it where you are?
She made a face. She wrote: Doesn't matter. All of this has happened before, and all of this will happen again. That would piss him off royally. Any smack of mysticism.
Happy frakking Eros Day, she wrote in tiny letters under that.
A question:
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Returned from the dead. Ugly hints in this.
Flicker of memory: the Sarno show. Special guest, Dr. Graystone, with a surprise appearance by Dr. Graystone.
- After she died, I ... I created a virtual version of her, an avatar.
- You cre-- I'm sorry. You -- made an electronic ghost of your dead daughter.
- I just wanted to hear the sound of her voice again.
Flicker: Clarice. On the telephone. On the telephone with Clarice asking her.
- You know, I think it's all really about Zoe. Did you ask Daniel about the avatar?
- Yeah. He said that the code was unstable or something, that ... That it wasn't her, that ... You know what, it's the last thing I need anyway, is to start seeing more dead people.
More dead people.
How many are in here with me? wrote Amanda, with the fancy quill. Do you really want me to harass them?
Daniel in the kitchen: Should I be jealous? Well, let me know, dear.
A question:
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
She laughed. Clever, witty name of a bar. This question had his voice more clearly than the others.
The bar where I go is called Dive, wrote Amanda. Clever enough?
(But what was Slytherin?)
Subquestion of question 5:
B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
Men marrying men: unremarkable on Caprica. Harry, Fred, and George: people as unfamiliar as Barney and Carrottop. People who worked for Graystone Industries maybe, who hadn't been over to the house. People from Zoë's school maybe, who never were brought to the house. Like Ben Stark who also had never been brought to the house. Ben, Zoë's boyfriend, whom Amanda never once saw while he was alive.
How the frak should I know? wrote Amanda. He should pray to Aphrodite and ask for a sign.
(And what was Gryffindor?)
Subquestion of question 5:
C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
She could hear his frustration on paper, through the nonsense rubric of the questions. Maybe you stopped listening to your staff, she wrote, so maybe they decided to stop helping you. Maybe they decided to give up on a lost cause.
Subquestion of question 5:
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Flicker. Zoë in trouble at school again, brazen, uncaring. Amanda trying to get through to her.
- That's enough! You are so lucky, and you have everything in the worlds that you could possibly want, and all you do is complain about this family. You have no idea what it means to build something or to work hard for anything. It's all just been handed to you, Zoë.
- I guess I'll have to learn how to marry into money.
The dull smack of flat palm against cheek. Gone too far. Both of them.
This question? About being useless? Also went too far.
I was a doctor and then I resigned, Amanda wrote with the fancy quill. I didn't marry into money, we had nothing when we married, and now we'll have nothing again. I raised a child who decided to blow up a train and now I'm not a mother anymore. We are not parents. You told me that.
You tell me how I'm not useless since you're the one who wants me to be here.
The angry jerky movement of the quill splattered ink drops around the words.
A new question:
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
She scanned the words rapidly. They were nonsense. Read them over again. Still nonsense.
What do you want? she wrote under the question.
ooc disclaimer: I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. AG
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. AG
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. AG
One day, marmalade will rule the world. AG
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