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@viavillas
What if it happened to you on a different day?
On a bridge, where there wasn't a rail in the way? // Or a neighborhood street where the little kids play? // Or the Angeles Crest in the snow or the rain? // What if you weren't alone? There were kids in the car // What if you were remote? No one knows where you are // If you changed anything, would you not have survived? // You're alive, you're alive, you're alive.
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Retired? You really believe that?
margaret atwood / louise glück
Outfits pt.2
Springtime at The Wexley
Gone are the autumnal and winter hues ! Archived are the oxblood and burnt orange palettes ! It's spring time, it's sunshine-is-here-your SADD is over-time. It's time to psychology wire your neural pathways through the gateway of color-to-emotion transference that happens when someone automatically reacts to an outfit or color worn by someone else. Everyone's senses are perking back up with the sunshine, bird song and lift of chill in the air. Therefore, they are once again susceptible to mind games. Even at the lowest level.
The Wexley being her most lived-in of safe houses, Via has the largest assortment of her own personal clothes here. While she still wears black around her apartment and as a go-to, spring is when Ballerina-Mode-Via breaks out neutrals, greys and whites. She often refers to this as her "barley closet" being that it's very grain-based in color. Her favorite non-black color is OAT.
Cardigans and matching tops, sweaters, jeans and athletic leggings are her every day. She has a few light sweaters in pale purple, blue and one pink cardigan. Typically these are paired with black flats or sturdy athletic sneakers (gotta protect those ballet feet, y'know? ASSASSIN TOES).
Via does all of her own laundry although Rosie has offered. Most everything she owns is very high quality in fiber and materials considering she keeps a small closet and doesn't want or need anything wearing out when she doesn't have the time to go shopping. Her high job status in ballet feigns the financial budget of someone who could afford these clothes in small supply while handling with care. Due to high quality meaning silk or wool, sometimes rayon and more elastic fibers, most of it MUST be delicately hand-washed.
Ballet practice
Comfort is key. That isn't always the case in her job, what with parachutes, hidden holsters and grappling gear. Practice is one of the rare times she can forego the bulletproof materials and slinky opera dresses. Chunky sweaters, tights and fuzzy knee highs have always been a must. Boleros and stockings are usually pale pastels, tights remains white or grey (unless she's borrow from @aggieturner or @hannahxinterrupted).
Via can get away with these casual outfits outside of the theater. She's required to wear the mandatory training outfit at headquarters for sparring, fencing, combat lessons etc. otherwise it's only black or white leotards and tutus when she's in the theater preparing for an actual show or abroad for one.
Make-up is, as always, light if any since it sweats off.
Bathing suits
Always black! She fuses work and personal wear into one. Of course there isn't a pool anymore, but when there was... it was delightful.
Her face twitches in an expression of forced politeness, as if Via's comment was anything but an uninspired reminder of the obvious. Valerii assumes the other woman's inquisitiveness is due to nerves. People got nervous around blood, sometimes they needed to fill the silence. Val didn't expect Via to really grasp any answers her questions may supply but the scientist didn't see a point in gatekeeping the information.
It probably didn't even matter to Via if she understood what Val said. It was just more words to fill that unnerving silence.
"Yes and no. The vaccine triggers your immune response to bring producing antibodies but it's a temporary measure." Via was one of the many who escaped the shuffle without being bitten or otherwise infected, but Valerii still understood her need for answers. She may have gotten lucky this time but, like most of them, she was taking that same risk every time she went outside the building.
Valerii handed Via a cotton ball to hold over her vein to dab on the fresh blood that was forming from where the scientist had removed the needle. "You're delayed, so it would remind your body to keep up the work for a few weeks. But your body starts to think that the threat is gone and tells your immune system it can return to normal. No new antibodies get made, and the ones still present eventually die until there's not enough to fight off the infection."
Unless you got another dose, restarting that previous alarm bell in your immune system.
"Are you light headed at all?" Val had been thankful that Via had been willing to donate blood because it was greatly needed with the injuries in the Atrium.
Via typically used the excuse of blood donations as the reason she knew her blood type off-hand, which of course was a lie. She also knew the exact pattern of her fingerprints and at least three sections in her genome. Anything biological was evidence; it could be traced back to her, and that was a dangerous liability.
At the moment it was her conversation starter and despite all the fancy machines the Wexleys had for Margy, nothing truly endangered her real identity through means of science if she were to hand a little blood over. With the amount on the floor after -- well, what were people calling that day? Sada's take over? Mr. Wexley's birthday? Ominously "the party"? -- whichever, there was a necessity for donations.
Temporary. Via allowed her faintly open expression to frown genuinely. It was what she expected, but still a disappointment to hear from a bonified source. Still, the vaccine and it's short life were milestones past where her people had been a week or a month ago; maybe she was the first one from her organization to encounter it ! Not that there were many of them left. She wouldn't have been on scout duty, re-con and messenger rounds at her level of training if there were still low level agents alive.
"Nope," she shook her head to show the motion didn't cause her any dizziness, "no dizziness here. I've always been a slow donator, though. I didn't do it much since I couldn't dance after." She waggled her fingers while pressing the cotton ball to her arm, having ensured to squeeze and release her hand during the donation to keep circulation normal.
"Do you think -- at some point -- delayed people like me will turn immune ? Darwin-style."
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Who: Open Where: Open When: April 10th, early morning
Though she'd managed to stay under the radar of most of Sada's people, she'd taken to passing things beneath the door of the third floor while it was still devoid of the guards who were running logistics with Sada and currently help to move things from her Loft to the Penthouse, leaving Aggie free to roam despite most of her friends being locked away still.
Quiet, like a mouse, she came up to the closed door and gave the tiniest little tap with one of her nails, sliding a couple pieces of paper and a pencil underneath it so they could add to the list of things she could try and get for people, the second sheet a bright colourful sun drawn on it to try and cheer them up.
Aggie was, in Via's opinion, the sweetest girl in the entire building. Although Rosie gave her a run for her money. Walking around leaving little drawings for those caged up? Adorable. Aggie was one of the main reasons that Via hadn't exposed her cover. She didn't want Aggie to look at her differently. There would be a day it was unavoidable.
At the almost silent sound of socks on carpet in the hall, Via perked up in her apartment. Not many were sneaking around these days; either Sada's people who needn't stay silent, or those safe to leave their apartments who walked at normal paces. The careful little sounds must belong to one person.
"Gotcha," Via said after opening her door to see Aggie outside of Rosie's. She must be doing her optimistic mail call. Honestly, this building didn't deserve her.
Aggie's paper slipped back out under the door. Rosie's loopy handwriting was visible; Via leaned in to see what it said. Water? was all that was written, besides thank you and a few hearts.
"Do you want help gathering the supplies on the list? Two is better than one." If Aggie was worried about getting caught, this would help her finish up sooner.
open / april 15th
she didn't really like her rooms. the whole ninth floor with all its comings-and-goings hadn't done much to win her approval yet. of course, a spot next to the medical center had its perks, but she was still too new to discern the important from the riff-raff. there were the people on the floors above her, and there were the others. she knew where she belonged in that sort of hierarchy.
"gee..." she trailed off, trying to catch the ear of the nearest person who might explain what on earth was going on with the door handles. "things are awful tense around here." a perfectly shaped nail tapped her cheek as though she were trying to solve a particularly difficult logic puzzle. "have you picked up a line on what happened?"
from where via sat perched on the stairs, surveying the gaggle of people inspecting door handles, she had no answers. she managed to remain an observer this past week, pledging allegiance to neither side. perhaps her lack of volunteering for sada meant she automatically chose... who? ash's? team? there didn't seem to really be a leader in the against sada crew. so far she wasn't restricted to coming and going down various halls, even if they were the assigned apartments and suites to the new royalty.
"no, I was just heading back from my blood test and figured this was more entertaining than staring at the wall downstairs," she rested her chin in her hand. if sada hadn't shot the caretaker, maybe this would be sorted, "did you get locked out?"
Question of the day, straight from Discord:
What's the worst movie for someone to say they wanna watch to "get in the mood"?
"I would answer this in different ways depending on the cover I'm using . . . if it's just off the cuff? I think a biographic film, based on a dramatic movement or important historical person."
What would be your Apocalypse Shark Tank invention?
At first I thought this was Rosie's inbox and it was going to be food related
"I wouldn't stoop to be on that ridiculous show, but if I had to invent something... I would want it to help myself and others. The plant kids sorted out the water purification system a while back to help with their garden. It's a bit ramshackle, but gets the job done. In order for an invention to benefit others it has to be producible again and again; one time only helps so many. I would love a successful roof transit system. It's easy for someone like me to get around, but accessways like ziplines and bridges for others -- that could really turn into something. Someone like Sada or Headquarters would find a way to monetize it; unseen hands might control all of it. I'm sure the bleeding hearts of the Wexley would want a neutral territory concept, but you can only guarantee that for so large a space. It would certainly make my job easier to have a permanent rig system out of the chomper's reach."
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When: April 16th Where: I'm assuming she takes the blood samples at the infirmary? She probably has to go to people who can't make it there like an old granny or Roman (haha not that they are the same), but anyone else who can walk is probably just sent there? right me if I'm wrong!
"Careful, that's some precious stuff," Via teases lightly, as the small vial of crimson liquid is taken away for her first check in of testing. It reminds her of Wexley Sr.'s humor and the corners of her smile drop. She hadn't known the man very well, but he was certainly a loss to the building. Besides the family legacy and all that, he was a leader to these people in dark times. Their new leader was less of a beacon of light.
Via didn't like having her DNA taken places she couldn't control. It led to evidence and evidence led to leverage. She didn't like that out of her control either. Her donned friendly persona didn't think of things like blackmail; she twirled in circles in a tutu and liked things like pastel colors and shiny silver trinkets.
"Will antibodies develop in my system naturally from the vaccine? Or does it sort of fizzle out so it's not in my system anymore?" She needed extensive information, best to start with some basics.
Ballet costume worn by Anna Pavlova for “The Swan”, silk and sequined cotton
believed to be worn c. 1910s-1920s
credit: Museum of London
@aggieturner @ziggyturner @viesanders
april 8th
There were only a few people Via actually cared about getting infected in this building. That didn't mean the others weren't nice or good people, they just weren't important to her. Of course, when the infected event broke out, no one truly mattered enough for her to stay at the Wexley. Hannah and Aggie were out for the day and if Sher was still in the building? Via knew her neighbor was tough enough to handle herself. Grabbing her packed bag, she jumped out onto the fire escape and didn't look back.
Chaos wasn't new to Via. She heard panicked screams and a gunshot as the elevator ticked down to the second floor. Via reached down automatically for her gun, but she didn't carry it much now she was at the Wexley in innocent ballerina mode.
She'd been immersed in people screaming, dying or crying enough that it was merely static around her when the golden doors opened. One tactical sweep of from the doors of The W across the atrium to the diner's swinging doors told her enough of what she needed to know.
A flash of strawberry hair caught her attention as Via stepped off the elevator, clicking into survival mode. Aggie. From here she could see the nasty bite on Aggie's cheek; Eric must be fighting the chomper that bit her.
"She's delayed!" Via shouted to Ziggy as he ran to his sister as though he wouldn't know his own sister's diagnosis. Via memorized the charts while her blood was being taken for testing that first day.
Grabbing a lamp from the nearest side table, Via ripped the cord from the wall. She couldn't get close to Bob -- she was delayed too -- but she could help. Via ran forward and stopped ten feet away. She rolled the heavy metal lamp across the floor to Eric. "You have to smash its brains in or it won't be fully neutralized."
@pxtitxrosx ah yes... I'm still trying to @ charlierose
Where: Rose suite? Rose atrium? wtf are they living now When: April 3rd bc for once in my life I know the date
"Jump, jump, jump -- that's how you play the game."
Via collected Charlie's red checkers (she'd insisted on playing black as it was her go-to color in anything) from the board after a particular radical move. It was a little unfair, considering how distracted the young woman must be after such an... eventful party two days ago. There was a set of checkers in the game room downstairs, but Charlie obviously needed some time out of the limelight.
Two expectant people at the Wexley now? Via had lived with her squad of assassins since November and popped around the city avoiding infectious death, but this was the most eventful few days of the past year, apocalypse or no apocalypse combined.
Bringing a package of stale oreos from her apartment as an excuse to visit, Via clocked the checker board through the door and angled into the polite small talk they should play a game. Those overprotective brothers weren't in - shocker - probably trying to throw shy little Ash off the roof.
At this point any information was good information and it was easy to get when someone was vulnerable. Charlie was an open person in general, as far as Via noticed over the years, but this was a different level. No one else in the building was nursing as deep an emotional wound for Via to angle. Sure, everyone had someone die, witness a gruesome death, lose a finger or something else trivial, but a recent, blow to one's entire life? Her brothers could relate, but Charlie was far deeper effected by the party's events.
Via could be a girl's girl. How you doing champ? We're all here for you. Solidarity in the face of adversity. Charlie already had a close group of supporters ready to close in, so Via had to act fast before her opening disappeared.
For a moment she gave a little whine of protest at the loss of the cookie from her hands, but in the end she relented as Via's little twirl brought a smile to her face. Oh, she wanted to dance! Peering around the pillar that housed her little bench, Aggie pursed her lips at all the people out on the dance floor. Not really a 'crowd' persay, but enough to make her nervous to leave her little bench. Still, with Via's persistence she did leave the safety of her bench by just a few feet. Enough to do a little shimmy of her own.
"Yeah, you got it!" Via celebrated encouragingly when Aggie agreed. Coming out her cocoon a little bit was a good sign. It may take a while, but Aggie would be a beautiful butterfly.
Via grasped the girl's hands lightly, not too firm in case she wanted to pull them free to sign. She swung their joined arms side to side slowly in the space between them, not making the dance too complicated or rushed. Some others were dancing, but they didn't need to join them. Aggie was more of a lone wolf; she didn't need the approval of the pack to survive. Sure, she needed help sometimes -- they all did -- but she was could dance on her own without anyone else's beat. Via was proud of her for fighting through the horrific months. Many counted her down and out, probably presumed her dead. Via hadn't spent too much time ruminating on the residents of the Wexley. She couldn't if she wanted to stay in the moment and survive. In spite of the clear rules of attachment being a weakness in her line of work, she would have been sad if Aggie was truly gone when she returned. If Via found a way out the city, maybe she could take Aggie too?
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If your character was a Pokémon, which one would it be, and why?
the most vicious one there is, obviously
I'd say something with poison... although it's not my personal specialty. That would be Elijah. Well... before he died a few months back in a chomper attack. Being a fire and poisonous version is obviously a great combination. Iron Moth has toxic spikes, acid spray, but a range of attacks that aren't pure contact, like dazzling gleam and metal sound. Having a variety is awesome; your opponent never knows what's coming. It sucks there isn't an evolution, but the attacks power up and some aren't innate so that feels like an evolution on it's own. Totally kick ass!
@farew3lls 彡★ nikhil
Where: the atrium When: Birthday bash! / April 1st The actual when: 8:00 p.m. (can be adjusted if your thread with @aggieturner extends a long time!)
She spent the first half hour of the party in elusive mode. This was clearly the largest shindig the Wexley had seen in a while. It was reminiscent of any other CEO birthday celebration she attended, but more . . . homemade. At least they weren't all crammed into one room; the planning committee spread out events with tact, seeing as they were already squeezed into the crumbling building as it was. She would have offered up a hand on the committee if she hadn't been taken out with Rosie's flu -- Via preferred controlling a layout and time frame if she could, but she settled for committing it to memory in the moment.
She pretended to watch a movie for ten minutes, scoped out the snacks while mentally jotting down the number of people in each room, decided on a lemonade for now and settled against the wall of the atrium to squint at Nikhil while he talked to Aggie. There were very few people she would snap someone's neck for without needed a reason and Aggie was one of them. She morphed into a peregrine falcon with a precious chicklet under her wing when it came to Aggie. Nikhil was a shadow over the nest -- she'd peck his eyes out if he wasn't careful.
When Aggie's attention was newly grabbed by Ash, a good natured person to leave her safe with, Via left her perch to step in front of Nikhil before he took new direction.
"Hey." She said coolly. He didn't scan as a formal hello sort of person. It was more of a statement than a greeting.
"You're looking... normal."
