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         It’s quite unlike Natalie to stare. Really, the blonde was much more of the “ take in and move on ” school of thought. It had lead her this far ( to an inspection of damages done, because lawyer was still apparently her day job, despite the hours she put into Cylon Tech Educational ), it would take her even farther. 

         So Natalie does not want to stare exactly, but when put in front of another robot with the same sentience as she has ( or at least some form of sentience ), it stirs something in her — the part of her who does not want to feel alone, the part who is so used to telling people ( humans ) that her beliefs and ethics and morals and soul were REAL, the part who believed robots deserved far more choice and credit than they were given. She knows the other robot is not here because of her or her work ( she is owed nothing, in the grand scheme of things and in particular cases ), but there is still something almost heartwarming about it. 

         Head tilts as she tries to muster up all the information she can from the data bases she has loaded, but she comes up mostly empty. This is not a technology she has encountered before ( not the same technology that made her, all flesh and data bases and cloud-based artificial intelligence ), nor a design which makes sense to her — But it’s a start. 

          ❝ Are you alright ? How long have you been here ? ❞ ‘ What data bases do you run on ? ’ and other questions which did not appear respectful enough for a first meeting were left unsaid.

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          ❝ Oh, nonsense ! ❞ Hand waves off Amalia’s first words as if they had been said by someone entirely different from her friend. ❝ What would you call all this correspondence, then ? And all that waiting in anticipation for his next words ? I know A LOT about waiting, you would not be doing so much of it if this were meaningless. ❞

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•  MEME  •  The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (S01E01) Sentence Starters  •  accepting!

“We’re hardly together now, Ilona.” She tries to hide a smile by glancing down, slipping the latest letter back into her bag before looking back up at the other woman, her expression by now a mix of hope and apprehension. “It would be lovely, if you were right.”

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          ❝ Have they ? ❞ The feigned modesty is evident in her tone. Zinnia had spent hours preparing for this night and ensuring her outfit had exactly the right amount of purple and blue sparkles to be the most noticeable, stunning person in the place. She was, after all, also a performer. The fact she was not performing tonight shouldn’t mean she wouldn’t get the attention she deserved. ❝ Well I’d be happy to give them tips if they need it. I could take some notes, you know ? Especially on costumes. ❞ A generous offer. ❝ I’d love a refill ! You know, it took me at least two hours to put all of this together. The hair was the longest part, of course. It has to be BOLD, otherwise what’s even the point of going out ? ❞ 

STARTER CALL  •  @frequencyfound​​​  •  Zinnia Wormwood

He’s slipped behind the bar to procure himself a drink, only to find himself near the patron whose fashion sense has been something of the topic of the evening backstage. Noting her own empty glass, he gestures for her attention with the bottle he holds in one hand. “A few of my girls have been admiring your outfit. Do you need a refill?”

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Rhys ◊ 

          he  thinks  maybe  it  should  be  some  sort  of  comfort,   the  obvious  observation.     not  that  she  would  be  using  it  as  an  offering  of  comfort,   but  after  his  most  recent  trauma,   i’m  human.     i  will  heal.     i  will  be  okay.  is  something  he  thinks  he  should  be  clinging  to.     it’s  easy  to  forget,   in  the  mix  of  lead  bullets,   the  metal  stand - ins  for  flesh,   and  the  wires  and  circuitry,   that  he  and  natalie  aren’t  all  that  different,   but  that  he’s  he’s  still  human.      that  the  voice  in  his  head  isn’t.   ah ,   wasn’t  human.

          but  he  is.

          reluctant  as  he  is,   rhys  slowly ��lowers  his  left  arm,   barely  turning  to  give  her  a  better  view  of  his  shoulder.     an  empty  joint,   wires  dangling,   all  stretched  and  crudely  snapped  when  the  arms  was  forcibly  ripped  from  his  body.     he  wonders  if  its  too  presumptuous  to  assume  that  because  she  is  a  machine  that  she  would  be  able  to  make  sense  of  the  mess  he’d  made.

          “it’s  one  goddamn  thing  after  another  here,   isn’t  it?”           he  means  pandora,   he  thinks.     or  he  means  the  mess  of  a  world  he’s  put  himself  into.     never  mind  that  this  was  self - mutilation,   his  decision  to  rip  his  limb  off,   his  decision  to  crush  his  eye,   and  remove  his  port.      that  he  caused  the  fall  of  helios,   the  deaths  of  potentially  hundreds.     thousands?     christ.     he  laughs,   though,   mirthlessly,   and  shakes  his  head,   eyes  trained  to  the  ground.           “i’ll  rebuild  my  arm.     play  catch - up,   and  push  myself  ahead.     two  rakks,   one  bullet.”

          Eyes dart to scan the mess of wires and joints in front of her, fingertips carefully, softly grazing through in order to ensure each thing found its purpose ( at least in her mind, for now, though fingers did move once in a while to change the position of one thing or another, redirect a wire without trying to reconnect it. Not yet ). With an encyclopedic and practical knowledge on virtually anything within her reach, her knowledge of robotics was most often than not assumed - But in truth, she’d patched up others before Rhys, and figured she would patch up others after him. At the very least, Rhys Strongfork was not uncooperative or disrespectful, two qualities the blonde could appreciate for their full values.

         She is not sure he will catch this, focused as she is on his arm, but his comment makes her smile — Sarcastically, perhaps, but with more self-awareness than it might seem upon first inspection.  ❝ As opposed to everything pilling up at the same time ? I would probably take things coming at me this way, any day. ❞ She would rather take things not coming at her at all, really, but this was one of the many topics Natalie never mentioned. She might have been thrust in her position, but had taken ownership of it ( because someone needed to, if her and her peers wanted to have theirs voices be heard ). It would be very selfish ( very human, she thinks ) to voice regrets now. ❝ I am taking your word for it. You don’t strike me as someone who would enjoy being behind in the game — Or in whatever we are calling this. ❞

         There is a moment of consideration there. Getting involved any further with Rhys meant loosing her pretenses of neutrality in human affairs. It meant denying at least in part that what mattered to her was solely the well-being of other machines and taking a stand in events much, much bigger than her and Rhys combined. Leoben and Sharon would have heeded caution — But then, Leoben and Sharon had never been as quick as she was to dismiss duplicitous options, so maybe their moral compass was a poor reference to have ( maybe she had no reference but her own beliefs, and this was an extremely dangerous and exhilarating concept ). Her head tilts slightly toward him, to assess his reaction better. ❝ You have a PLAN, don’t you ? ❞

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          Cordelia’s whole face lits up as she leans back into the touch, her currently free hand interlocking with Charlotte’s around her waist for a second, squeezing, before she goes to return to the preparation of her pie filling ( an attempt as a pumpkin and butternut squash concoction ). Her neck still turns to look at Charlotte in gleeful surprise at her offer, smiling as she leans in. ❝ That’s such a lovely idea. You haven’t had proper time for yourself in so long, you deserve it. Now — Do you already have an idea on the destination or is this open to suggestions ? ❞ She'd go wherever Charlotte was, of course, and this should be something special for the brunette.

SURPRISE STARTER  •  @frequencyfound​​  •  Cordelia Manning

She presses a kiss to the blonde’s cheek, an arm slipping around her waist from the place she’s taken beside her as she prepares food. “One of my colleagues owed me a favour, so I’m not on call next weekend. I thought maybe we could make the most of it and go away…?”

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The various incarnations of the Sixes: Natalie Faust (1/6)

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          ❝ Please, with hair like hers ? She’s indulging me. ❞ There’s a laughing, reassuring smile as Daniela waves Grace goodbye before she is entirely out of sight. ❝ Besides, if she’s saying I’m cool to people, especially her uncle, we’ll get along just a bit better. She’s a smart kid — And one who can stand still while you do their hair, too, so your hairdressers won’t hate you. ❞ The left corner of her lips is curled up in a smirk, the playfulness of her last remark unmissable.

SURPRISE STARTER  •  @frequencyfound​  •  Daniela Torres

“Thanks for indulging her.” Mary smiles as she watches Grace - hair in some sort of fancy braid she’s never had the patience or coordination to give her herself - run off to find her uncle. “She just wants all of ‘Aunt Rita’s cool friends’ to like her.”

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          ❝ Hey, you’re not saying I’m wrong, so yes. Seriously. Or half-seriously, but the point still stands ! ❞

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•  MEME  •  The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (S01E01) Sentence Starters  •  accepting!

“What, you’re blaming this on me? Seriously? That’s low, Sloan.”

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The look on her face doesn’t change, even when the other’s expression sours. Anathema hasn’t made it this far in life by backing down, even in wars of words. “They were doing their own work, not mine.”

          ❝ Right. ❞ The word might hold a certain meaning but the way in which Carmine dragged it out, almost whistling between her lips, meant another thing entirely. This was not right, but it was sarcasm. And Red could toy with sarcasm. ❝ Remind me again what it is you do, then, in the grand design of things ? I’m sure I missed the universe's memo on your relevance. ❞        

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         Food? Food sounds good. Or at least, the mention of food sounds good to Jane’s stomach, which instantly reminds her she hasn’t eaten since she went to the salad bar for lunch, because she is still a recent hire and thought eating a salad at her desk would look dependable and dedicated and definitely professional ( forgive her poor alterations, it’s been a long day ). 

          ❝ Oh, hey! I’d love some food. What were you planning on ordering ? —— And do you know if we keep contact details for non-anonymous sources anywhere ? I don’t think anyone mentioned that, and I think I need a follow up from something I didn’t investigate. ❞ Or, you know. She could take a break. And she would, eventually. Most likely. Probably ?    

T.WITTER CALL  •  @frequencyfound​  •  Jane Sloan

“Hey,” She leans against the only wall of Jane’s cubicle that doesn’t back onto another desk, having spotted the newer employee still diligently typing away even though most of the office has cleared out by now. “I’m about to order food, if you’re not planning on leaving any time soon, d’you want in?”

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          Lips curl in thanks at the sight of the champagne flute, which she graciously accepts. ❝ You might not have been too far off in this assumption, though I suppose I could say the same about yourself ? ❞

SURPRISE STARTER  •  @frequencyfound​​  •  Hélène Bezukhova

She appears beside the other woman with a champagne flute in each hand. “You looked as though you may need another one off these.”

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          ❝ I believe this is the point. ❞ Morticia’s lips curl into something akin to a not-unkind smile as she lets go of the bannister and moves further into the Addams’ estate’s entrance to greet the demon. ❝ Wednesday would never expect summoning to be taken well, especially not if her school friends are involved. ❞ A beat. ❝ However, do tell me you will be joining us for dinner — For all your troubles, until the next summoning. ❞  

REALLY OLD T.WITTER CALL  •  @frequencyfound​  •  Morticia Addams

“Not that I’m not glad to see you, but could you possibly have a word with your daughter about summoning demons to scare her classmates? Not everyone would take it as well as I do.”

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MULTIMUSE ASK MEME

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

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          Head tilts in consideration, her features just as impassive as the boy’s. ❝ I suppose it’s nice to get some credit once in a while. ❞ Red agrees, though credit has never been her motivation nor her aim. ❝ But don’t sell yourself short. You all did all of this — I merely contributed the first push, or suggestion, really. THIS ? This comes from within everyone involved. ❞  

REALLY OLD T.WITTER CALL  •  @frequencyfound​  •  War

His expression is fairly impassive - which should really be seen as an achievement, all things considered. “So arguably, you did all of this. If we were boiling it all down to the root cause.”

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          If it’s any indication that Daniela is happy to see her friend, Daniela's eyes go wide and the brightest smile graces her face. In a flash, she's ushered Rita further inside and excitedly motioned to let her take her coat. Mid-afternoons after lunch breaks but before school ends were often slow at the salon, a quietness that had been all but pleasantly shattered. ❝ Well this is a Christmas miracle if I've ever seen one. Wait —— Does anyone know ? Does Karen ? Because I am texting a few people right now. ❞ She’s not kidding, fingers quickly opening the group chat she’d pretended to reluctantly create as she’d moved the salon away from the heights, but loved dearly. ❝ We need to throw you the biggest welcome party. Phil can come too, if he’s here. Unless you escaped him too ? And did you bring the little one ? ❞   

T.WITTER CALL  •  @frequencyfound​  •  Daniela Torres

“Surprise.”  She’s grinning from the doorway from the salon, snow clinging to her hair from the light fall blanketing the street. Phil is back at their hotel with Isobel, having encouraged her to go and get a head start on visiting people without them - and while she’d been reluctant to leave them at first, she has to admit he might have had a point.

“Guess who escaped Pittsburgh for a few days.”

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          Kit’s first reaction is to frown at the mass of blonde locks now blocking her view. ❝ HEY ! They were almost done, slide a bit further. ❞ It’s not that Kit wants to be rude, it’s that for all her lack of money, she does not want to be pitied ( especially not by what looks like a teenager ). She’s been hustling through the buzz of the city and though she would complain, she also wouldn’t want that to be misunderstood as asking for charity. 

         ❝ Thank you. I can take care of my own, but thank you. ❞ Says the girl who’s already started eating his fries. ❝ I’m Kit. ❞    

REALLY OLD T.WITTER CALL  •  @frequencyfound​  •  Kit De Luca

He slides into the opposite side of the booth she’s been semi-hiding in for the last ten minutes, bringing with him a tray of food. “I cannot keep watching you wait for them to leave so you can go through their leftovers. Share with me.”