SOMNIA INBOX

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Sharon da Silva
Illusionist

telepathic text | voice | projected apparition

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It can definitely have you on the toilet if you're not mindful. I ate a whole pie once. Never again.

Did you eat that crystal? Or is it like embedded in you? [ Just checking ok ]

cw: voices + spoilers of arcane S2 + attempting unaliving

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[there's something that happens when sharon prompts that question to her, the sense of confusion and uncertainty looms thick and stuffy enough that one might feel clausphobic.

in the mix of the humidity, there are voices who are not her own hissing sharply and decides speak for her.

'did she? of course not! she's crazy, you know.'

'she can't tell what's left or right, let alone if she ate something.'

'she totally did it. she's a fatty. fat, fat, fat! hey! eat that dirt on the ground too while you're at it!']

I...uh. I don't.... think. I would have felt it. Right?

[she doesn't feel convinced on her own words, so the bluenette attempts to think back to her last interaction with someone from home when she had it in hand. or maybe... caitlyn wasn't the last person? ... no, no, there was someone else she spoke with too.]

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[ The voices are so startling that Sharon very nearly rips her mask off. Her heart drops. There is no hiding the way it unsettles her, but she does her best to pull it back; to muffle the rush of uncertainty.

The memories throw her further off, heart hurting. Imprisoned, practically begging for death? A lesson on ending cycles? That need to end it. She has to stop walking to pull herself together enough to respond. ]

I don't think you ate it. [ All she can see is that blinking pink light. ]

[opheliac]

['i didn't eat it.' she tells herself this too, and while her whispers want to heckle more and point out more doubts, they shrink away. if sharon strains her ears, she can still hear them murmuring among themselves about how they really don't like the fact others can hear them besides their "host". but for the most part (or at least for now), they stay clear from the two girls.]

Yeah. Yeah, I didn't. But it went in my chest in that dream place we were cooped up in. So... it's gotta be in me that way.

[and then an uncomfortable jab spikes, a phantom pain sharon may feel on her right hip—a resemblance of someone trying to shift in their position to get more comfortable, but not taking it easy as she should be.]

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[ It reminds her of the way people would whisper behind her back, the relentless bullying, and mocking, and cruel jabs. She breathes in, trying to put the voices from her mind. ]

Maybe. But the dream was the dream. I'm fairly certain the only things I brought from it were my clothes and this stupid fucking mask. Ow, btw. Guessing it's the right hip?

[opheliac]

The mask could use a makeover. I'll have to jinxified it if I'm going to be forced to tow it around.

Pew pew kapow chow! And the crowd goes wild, ladies and uglies! Will she nail it again? Place your bets, release your monsters!! It's a battle you don't want to miss!

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Bitch, please, I hit it out of the park every time. [ LOL ]

[opheliac]

Careful, Touch n' Feels, fibbers are a turn off for me.

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Duly noted.

[opheliac]

Anyway, let me know when you're close, because you can't just waltz in the sleep loft and expect it to go well.

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I will.

Want to keep playing your question game?

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You're the one driving, Lady. I'm just here for the ride. Willing if you are.

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Who are your dads? Who is Janna? What's Zaun like?

[ It seems she's interested in going a little deeper. ]

[opheliac]

[that... is getting a little personal, but jinx isn't the type to back down on a challenge, and none of these are uncomfortable yet. a small voice attempts to snap her attention, to warn jinx to be cautious. 'this could be a trick question.', it hisses, but she bats it away like batting her eyelashes. it's nothing to be concerned about, sharon is good. at least... she thinks so.]

I had three. I don't remember my biological one much. Just know enough that he did exist in order for me to pop out of my mom's woo haa.

Vander adopted me first.

[a buff looking man manifests briefly in her memory before he molds and morphs into another man.]

Then Silco. They... weren't the best of pals.

cw: mention of rape

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I don't remember my biological one, either. [ Rumors spread all over town, though. Her black sheep mother got with a married man. Or she'd been raped. Or there hadn't been a father at all. Alessa never learned one way or the other.

Silco is the one she saw in the memory. ] They look like they're complete polar opposites. You forgot the last two questions, by the way.

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[opheliac]

Pft, polar opposite is a way understatement. They had different opinions on how my city should be and how it should look.

And how dare you accuse me of forgetting! I might have lost a lotta screws, but I've got one or two still in their sockets. Janna is a long story, so I'll save her for last. But if you want to know what Zaun is like, I think it for you.

[with that, her mind drifts — showing sharon a typical time in zaun during the afternoon, but then how it quickly can go chaotic at night. well, more so in the last drop than anything else in the city.]

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Which one had the right opinion? Or were they both wrong?

[ Jinx's memory of Zaun is... almost overwhelming. It's nowhere like any place she's lived. Not the shitty motels, or crumbling homes. Not like any goddamn place she's seen in real life. Dark, and grimy, and alive. ] Seems like an exciting place to grow up.

[opheliac]

Nice try, but you're not going to trap me into choosing between them. That's a fight you'd be smart enough to stay out of.

But!! If you find sometimes eating out of dumpsters, having to bathe with other naked people in ponds or get hosed down while having very little money and medicine to help the sick fun, then yeah! Zaun is one hell of a place.

Oh, and we can't forget about the air pollution. Who doesn't love a good whiff of toxins in the morning?

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I don't think that's choosing between them, but all right.

I stand corrected: considerably less exciting than it looks. To me, it looks like something from a cool ass sci-fi film. Guess it goes to show appearances don't impart lived experience.

[opheliac]

Sci-fi film? Sci is short for science, right? And film like... taking pictures? But what's the "fi" part?

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Fiction. Science-fiction. It's a genre of media, usually futuristic, sometimes dystopian. Varies by the movie (film) or book.

Do you know what a movie is?

[opheliac]

Oh! Short for fiction, I get it. Smart!

Never heard of a movie, but I know books! Adventure, mystery, and romance. The only science books we have are for the academy Northside. For learning and crap.

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I cannot imagine living without movies. They're like plays... Tell me you have plays?

[opheliac]

Yeah, we have plays! Only the rich can attend to those. Not like that'll stop me from sneaking in.

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Okay, well, movies are like plays that you can watch any time. If we ever get shit working around here, I'll show one to you.