#episomalvector

Mami VC: Taro, set timer for 18 minutes...

@episomalvector liked for a one line starter.

"-- would you care for part of a surplus of baked goods?" It was the time of year for baking, and she's certainly done a lot of it this year. "I have, probably, a little too much to get rid of - my place looks like a fully stocked bakery at the moment. "

Actively? Not an exaggeration. She'd been dead the last SIX MONTHS, on display in a makeshift mausoleum fashioned out of a silk nightgown, throw pillows, and a giant (literally, fifty times the normal size) empty cinnabon box.

All because she missed her best friend, @episomalvector.

Rogue throws her hands up slightly in surrender, a hopefully placating gesture. "Alright, Ah get it. Don't get yer panties in a bunch." Honestly, she can't even begin to truly fathom how Mami's abilities actually work. She understands TO AN EXTENT in that she knows that she can replicate herself and parts of herself seemingly to an unlimited extent, infect others, and shapeshift, among many other things.

But she doesn't understand how exactly those duplicates work. Are they just replicas or extensions of the true Mami, or do they have their own free will? Do they have their own thoughts, feelings, desires, or are they just extensions of those things from the original? She has SO MANY QUESTIONS, though she's unsure how the other would react if she were to actually ask them.

If the duplicates are simply EXTENSIONS of the original, then Anna Marie supposes it doesn't really matter what Mami chooses to do with them; they aren't actually individuals, after all. But, if each duplicate has their own thoughts, feelings, desires, somehow, it doesn't sit right with her that someone else should have total control over their lives.

"But, how does it work exactly...? Are they just parts of you, like, say, an arm or a leg? Or... or can they feel and think for themselves...?"

one of the downsides to ignoring cosmic awareness is that sometimes, when loki checks in, information can be... misread. usually, that isn't much of a problem, although sometimes context can be an absolute son of a bitch, and that's if she decides the context is worth it at all.

in this case, she maybe should have given things a once-over. a scrawl through the record of All Concurrent Knowledge in an attempt to locate one mister sinister, so that she can—well, frankly, pester him rather than face an uneventful day—has led her to manifest in the presence of someone who definitely looks like him.

but the vibe, as they say, is off.

"Oh, it's you! What's the name again... Goo girl? No that's not it, Gogurt? No, that's just what I ate before I got here, uh, crud, in my defense it's been a while."

Conspicuously and not subtly at all, Deadpool had hidden a large syringe behind his back, and strapped on said back was a reinforced glass container, like he was part of the world's worst blood drive. He was pretty sure he wouldn't have taken the job if he knew he'd have to sample someone he'd met in passing. Wade wasn't really one for casual fluid exchanges these days, or syringing outside an established situationship, but maybe he was stalling for time.

“I can’t find Fran, I’ve looked for them everywhere. Have you seen them?”