[text] Adaptive Immunities: The blog of Shaun Mason. Entry 4: PSA

[adaptiveimmunities]

For the time being please direct all inquiries regarding The Shattered Mirror's newsie and fictional divisions to this blog. Georgia Mason and Georgette Meissonier have both disappeared from Wonderland.

And as a personal side note, with both of my co-editors MIA, I'm not going to be in any kind of mood to deal with bullshit, so if we could keep any "it'll be okay," and "they'll probably be back" or whatever to a minimum, that would be fantastic.

Thanks.

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[voice]

[shorthair]

[ Writing text hurts her arm so she avoids it and goes straight to audio instead, which is just fine, because her initial panicked reaction is exactly what's happening right now: ]

Fuck.

[ First Michonne. Now Georgia, and Clementine knows exactly what was going to happen to Georgia if she was ever sent back. She wants to scream. Mostly she ends up pummeling her fucking fists into the nearest object which just so happens to be the same wall she writes dead people on. ]

If you want me to deal with the bullshit, let me know.

[ That's part of editing, right? She doesn't know, but it fucking sucks, and it must suck more for Shaun and fuck fuck fuck fuck. She's sort of already on her way to the office to check in on him even if he'll be pissed about it. She's used to that. ]

[voice]

[adaptiveimmunities]

Yeah, basically. [That's about all Shaun wants to say right now, too, which is why he'd stuck to text for his announcement.]

I don't know. I guess it depends on how stupid people get, and how much I want to punch them.

Maybe I shouldn't punch people.

I don't know.

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[screwedontight]

How about... want to get a drink? Go blow something up?

[That is Seth's solution to helping.

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[adaptiveimmunities]

I would really like to blow things up.

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[demonstrate]

( iris gives him time to cool off. she doesn't doubt he'll be on pins and needles until georgia returns, and iris does not accept any other alternative: georgia will be returning. georgia would also not want her brother to be left alone, and so iris is going to do what she can, whether shaun wants the help or not. )

I can pick up the slack. ( she's seen georgia at work, and iris is all but a newsie herself. )

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[adaptiveimmunities]

[That's probably a good call. He's not really in a great mood.]

sure. you're probably a better judge of what makes a good newsie article than me. i can send submissions your way.

[What, you thought he was going to agree to working with real humans in the office??]

private text.

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper doesn't really know Georgia, and Georgette... is that Buffy? he doesn't know well, but...

He knows what it means to miss your sister.]

If you don't want anyone to bother you go to the caves. Most people are too spooked by how dark and creepy they are. You probably won't run into anyone unless your friend sends her direwolf to find you. But that's a very specific edge case.

private text.

[adaptiveimmunities]

caves sound great. i don't spook easy. unless there are dogs around, but i'm pretty sure i don't have any friends with terrifyingly huge dogs that could rip your face off, so i'm probably good there.

thanks, dipper.

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[cloned]

[Kon has no idea who this guy is or who the two women he's mentioned are... he thinks Cissie and Tim might have mentioned Shaun and Georgia at some point... but he's a little distracted texting back without really thinking.]

so is being named george a requirement for your paper or what?

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[adaptiveimmunities]

i'm not saying it's a requirement, but it helps.

do you write?

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[stefanged]

[ Stefan would offer condolences – it's hard losing loved ones – but he knows better. As much as he's going to miss Buffy, shared sympathy and grief don't bring people back. ]

I know I wasn't helping Buffy out too long, but I'm decent enough with fiction. Is there anything I can help out with?

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[adaptiveimmunities]

sure. you know anything about what makes good fiction?
i don't read a lot beyond non-fiction and adventure stuff. buff always got a lot of hits, but it was never my speed.

[Text]

[voiceinthedark]

I'm sorry.

Do you want company? For drinks or video games or... whatever?

[Text]

[adaptiveimmunities]

what kind of video games?

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[beatupgrass]

There's a bomb in the hedge maze with your name on it.

And by that I mean, I literally left a disarmed bomb there with a note that's got your name on it.
I figured you'd need somethin' to keep your mind focused.

[Rocket is bad at Feelings. He is good at Blowing Shit Up.]

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[adaptiveimmunities]

rocket, you are a true friend, and I mean that from the bottom of my shriveled heart.

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[mulletrock]

No unnecessary comments here
but if her stuffs still around let me know when/if she shows back up

[There's no telling how close this guy is to her, but she's a bright kid and probably one of the first people that got his immediate interest around here. Way too many people are going missing and Dean's never been the kind of guy that ignores numbers.]

And theres a drink with your name on it if you need it

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[adaptiveimmunities]

it's still here. not sure what that means since she was about twenty minutes from being dead where we came from, but i guess we'll see. i'll let you know.

might take you up on the drink though.

[He's not usually much of a drinker, but he's not much of a fan of being without George either.]

[Text]

[cisskabob]

Damn. I'm sorry.

Did you get to keep any of the weapons/ammo you bought? I have one of the crossbows and some interesting arrows. I'm willing to share if you want a distraction.

[Text]

[adaptiveimmunities]

one of the guns, yeah.

wanna hit the range?

and not talk about feelings or any of that shit?

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[punful]

[He has mixed feelings about George, but this is her brother, isn't he? Sans thinks he remembers that they're siblings.]

[He knows this feeling.]

you probably already know, but there's a bar.

beach is pretty good too. people don't go over there all that often, so it's quiet.

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[adaptiveimmunities]

yeah i heard about the bar, and i've had a bunch of offers for drinks.

[Which he appreciates, despite not being a big drinker.]

empty beach sounds promising, though. probably especially empty at this time of year.

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[quickgenius]

[Jesse knows something of how Shaun feels. So she doesn't offer apologies or anything else. She just offers what she can. Which is distractions. And potential explosions.]

So I've been working on some designs to improve the glitter radius on glitter bombs. How about you help me put the finishing touches on one and we see how it works?

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[adaptiveimmunities]

let's do it. i feel like we should set it up to go off somewhere really public.

[Both for his entertainment, and to annoy the suddenly much more vocal George in his head.]

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[postictal]

sorry.



don't think i could help much.
not exactly "reliable reporting" over here.

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[adaptiveimmunities]

[God, does he hate to hear 'sorry.' But it's not Tim's fault that he was more than done with that after she died, so he's going to be a fucking grown up and keep his temper in check.]

yeah.

there's room for unreliable reporting in the fictional division if you're interested.