} 062 - [VOICE] - back again

[creatingalegacy]

So.

[Amanda sounds...indifferent. Not honestly indifferent; it's got an air of practice to it, like she rehearsed her tone.]

I'm back.

[There isn't much she wants to say to the general population at the moment, all things considered, so...have her lackluster public announcement.]


[Private to Lua]

Are you back yet? [Please be back. Amanda's missed her like crazy.]

If you are, I'm sorry. I didn't expect to be gone so long, but I needed to wait for something.

[Private to Rhade]

[A little playfully:] Miss me?

[Private to Hoffman]

[There's nothing on the network for him. Instead, she's left a newspaper in front of his door. It's an issue of the New York Times, dated 2003...a new 2003.

She's used a red marker to circle a small article: the announcement of Gideon Kramer's birth, the first child of renowned civil engineer John Kramer and Jill Tuck, his philanthropist wife.]


[OOC: Sorry I vanished! I had to hiatus suddenly due to my perpetually shitty health.]

Comments

[creatingalegacy]

What happened to you?

[yeahscience]

Um, some aliens hit me in the head.

[creatingalegacy]

Skull fracture? Subdural hematoma?

[yeahscience]

[Oh, hi, Amanda, you're back.] I... guess? Yeah? They beat me up until I was dead, yo, I didn't really stop to consider the hows.

[creatingalegacy]

[Hey, it's not her fault she was trained by the creepiest of creepers!]

Yeah. Sorry, didn't mean to get caught up in the details.

I hope the death toll's not too bad.

[yeahscience]

I'm managing. It's cool. Or it's doable, anyways.

[Private]

Did you hear from Lua yet? I meant to check in with her, but something... came up. [Want to meet another heroin addict, Amanda? He's sleeping with this one!]

[Private]

[creatingalegacy]

Yeah, I've spoken with her.

[Just wait til she hears Lua's getting paired with the new junkie lady! So many issues.]

[Private]

[yeahscience]

[Well, that's... non-committal.]

...Is she okay?

Re: [Private]

[creatingalegacy]

Yes, she's well. I'm glad to see her again.

[Well enough, anyway. Amanda and Lua's idea of what constitutes "doing well" involves a lot of "getting by" while wearing a smile.]

[Private]

[yeahscience]

Good. She made it out okay?

[Private]

[creatingalegacy]

She took a few of the bastards out herself.

[There's some very intense pride in her voice. It had been hard, proving to Lua that she could be strong.]

[Private]

[yeahscience]

...Really. [He has some fairly mixed feelings about that, but he's also not all that interested in processing them at this time, so he shakes it off. Amanda's obviously proud, fine.] Good for her, I guess. Yeah.

And, uh. The guy? Ladd?