Woman of few words

‘Well FIRST OFF.’ Gordana reached under the collar of her suit and pulled out a set of metal dog tags. Both were marked with his details, including a sharp carving in the back she hoped would mean they belong to her version of him. 

  Sign language? It’d been a while since he’d seen any of that. Given the fact Freeman himself was mute, it made sense for this… double… sibling… whatever she was to be the same. At least she could actually make some goddamn sense, though. All Freeman did was wave his arms around aimlessly. Not… this Freeman, who was apparently also Freeman. What the actual hell?! Was she Freeman? Was she NOT? Who the actual hell knew.

  Although he was sure she wasn’t deaf– she had tensed at his shouting– he signed back to respond. Or to be an ass and shove it in her face that he understood. He wasn’t sure. 

  ‘ Alright, when the fuck did their end up being TWO of you?! GORDON Freeman is the bastard running THIS shitshow. What are you, his replacement?! President of the goddamn Freeman fanclub?! I need an ACTUAL goddamn answer, jackass! ’ 

  ‘ – And it’s Corporal Shephard. Adrian. ’

Her signing was quick and large as if yelling, having no way to show it other than the sudden obvious annoyance in her expression. ‘I’ve run into at least six other versions of me, DIPHAT, it’s not exactly like I’m keeping TRACK OF THEM.’

Teleportation. Why did it always happen at the worst moments? One minute she’s running through the halls for the lab and next thing she knows it she’s getting knocked back by an energy orb. Bad way to start the day. To make it even worse yet, she was being /yelled/ at by whoever she blocked the orb for.

Instead of nodding, Chell took back the paper and wrote “Yes.” 

Continued from x with @theonefreewoman

  Well, this wasn’t her first rodeo. Potatoes…? His expression immediately became a puzzled one. There was a duplicate of him that had potatoes? Was the duplicate themself a potato? Multiverse travel rose many, many questions. Freeman shook his head, raising both hands up as if to say, ‘ see? No potatoes ‘.

  ‘ Ah, no. If it makes you any more confident, I haven’t seen a potato in twenty years. ’