[Becks went out in the biggest blaze of glory she could possibly go out in-- how many people can say they not only busted a giant government secret wide open, but also blew up The White House in the process? She's pretty sure she may be the only one. And she's okay with having that on her hands. People deserved the truth, and she left it in the most capable pair of hands she could: The Masons. She had no doubt that they would do what needed to be done after her sacrifice. It was the kind of thing that made her death worth everything.
And then she woke up again.
In some weird military base, which, all things considered did not do anything to settle her. She listened to their very obviously practiced and tired spiel about where she was and why she was there. She read every inch of the file they handed her, which contained a lot of information about her they probably shouldn't have, and detailed....superpowers that sounded straight out of one of Buffy's beloved ancient relic films.
She bought exactly none of it, but she let them believe that maybe, just maybe, she would play along with their little game. So, she was escorted to the new house assigned to her. Once she settled in her room (which mostly consisted of shutting the door and flopping on the bed at the moment), she immediately rushed into Research Mode. She wasn't always an Irwin, after all, and every now and then, her Newsie roots showed. A little mucking about on the network that seemed so easily accessible from the phone she was given changed. Everything.
She opens up a text message and types in two names: Shaun Mason and Georgia Mason and after a quick message is tapped out, she immediately hits send.]
On a scale of 1 to absolute trainwreck: What level of Absolutely Fucked are we?
[A beat passes and she adds:]
Surprise. It's Becks.
group text; Rebecca Atherton, Georgia Mason, Shaun Mason
[Does the cheer come through in the text?? He likes to think so. He never expected to see anyone from home here, and there is a fairly short list of people that Shaun actually would want to see -- Becks and some of the other After the End Times crew top of said list.]
But right. Honest answer on the fucked-o-meter? Shockingly like a 4.7 most days? This place is comparatively benign. You know, until it isn't.
Well, there's no doubt you're who you say you are. Only Shaun Mason could give an answer and still manage to make it the least helpful possible thing on the planet.
[Don't worry, Shaun. She's glad to see you too. Or... text you. Whatever.]
4.7 feels low on the scale, all things considered.
[What things? Who knows. She's a little confused about how well he's taking her, like, existing at all.]
I am indeed a man of unique talents. It's fine to be impressed. I can even sign something for you, if you ask nice.
[He can say these things when he's far enough away she can't shoot him.]
Yeah well, it's a complicated place. But no zombies. The monsters they do have aren't nearly as complex.
Man it's good to see you. Text you. Whatever. I'm glad you're here. George will be too. She--
OH. Fuck. Becks. Where are you?
[Some things are better discussed in person. And Shaun has just remembered the timelines thing. Because even he and George are from different points in time.]
I mean. Not that I expect to know people from apparently a whole different UNIVERSE than the one I was from? I'm still real confused about everything here. It's. uh. It's wild. Is it real? Is it a weird AfterLife?
But yeah. Like they had zombies for a day. Didn't even turn anyone else into zombies. Tame as fuck.
[He's a dramatic bitch, Becks. That is what is wrong with him. Too many blog posts, gotta keep the intrigue going.]
George and I are in Nonah.
Afterlife? No. Seems real to me though. But yeah, uh, we should talk. But like talk talk. In person. With voices and facial expressions. Because this place does some messed up shit with time.
[In comes Georgia being relatively reserved, as always. She's glad to see a familiar name, though.]
We've been unceremoniously dumped into a dimension of superheroes, and there are supervillains that may be trying to destroy reality as we know it. But there are no zombies, for the most part, so that's an upside. To most people.
[HI SHAUN. SHE IS LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU. FROM RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.]
Hey, so... it's my entire family's birthday on October 1st and I guess we're throwing a party. [ panic!! ] You're the first person I thought of. Want to come? Georgia's also invited, obviously.
And Allison would love to see you guys there, too.
Dude, of course I wanna come to your birthday. Wouldn't miss it! George'll be there too.
Hang on though, your entire family? George and I play the twin card just because it's convenient and we have no clue when the hell our actual birthdays are, but do you mean you all have the same birthday? Like, the actual same day?
[ It's been a rough time, coming back from the City to find that his family's now down Five, Diego, Klaus, and Vanya. Luther's had too much time walking down empty hallways, lapsing back into old paranoia, constantly checking Allison's door to be sure she's still there. And so there's been a thought running in circles in his head — and there's only one person in this particular universe whose brain he'd like to pick about it. He's maybe had a few drinks before he finally opens up his communicator and sends the text. ]
[Shaun doesn't even have to ask where this question comes from. God knows it's in his head often. Especially since Becks left. And Luther is really one of the only folks he thinks that might get it.
So not a surprise, and since it is Luther, he'll be honest too.]
Wait a week or so to make sure it isn't one of those temporary trips home. You know, be reasonable.
And then figure out the best place to start burning things to the ground until I find someone who can give me actual answers. I've got a short list already.
[Sure, Cape Canaveral is the main thought, given that's where they show up, but somehow he thinks Jeopardy might be the weak link in the Porter cities.]
And hey yourself, man. How's it going? That's not the "everything is awesome" sort of question.
Really isn't. We lost Diego, Klaus, and Vanya a couple weeks ago. It might be temporary, it's been temporary before-- but there's just no way to tell. And it's also been permanent, when Five went months ago. [ And it's like history is circling back on itself, a snake eating its own tail. Five was the first to vanish back home, too, jumping worlds and getting trapped in the future. MIA for sixteen years. ]
Allison's still here, but I'm still stuck on it. Just thinking, what if it'd been her. What if it is her, someday. What the fuck would I do.
Shit, dude. I'm sorry. That seems to be going around. Becks went and disappeared too. Sucks because she's dead back home, so it's not like I can wish her the best.
[And Georgia, if she ever leaves, goes home to die too. Except there is also a clone? But Shaun can't wrap his head around that one yet without his already fractured psyche shattering entirely.]
I ask myself that too. No good answer either. This place really fucks with your head that way. I feel like I should say something upbeat like carpe diem live for today, but that's total bullshit.
So instead, anything ever happens and you wanna fuck shit up, you have my axe.
Did I ever tell you -- or the others ever tell you -- that they all left? Back home. When we were kids. I was the only one in the house after that, for like twelve years.
[ Luther doesn't spell it out, but the implication's pretty clear: he's getting closer to reliving a personal nightmare. ]
I like to keep a diverse portfolio of weapons options. But you have my guns too.
[But that next bit.]
You never did. That kind of sucks. And you stayed, huh? You're tougher than I am. George died, and I got the fuck away from Michael and Stacey fast as I could.
But Luther. Seriously. History doesn't have to repeat. I hope to hell the rest of your siblings don't get pulled with you still here. But you're not gonna get stuck alone in this place. For one thing, I'm way too annoying as a friend to let you have that much peace and quiet.
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group text; Rebecca Atherton, Georgia Mason, Shaun Mason
And then she woke up again.
In some weird military base, which, all things considered did not do anything to settle her. She listened to their very obviously practiced and tired spiel about where she was and why she was there. She read every inch of the file they handed her, which contained a lot of information about her they probably shouldn't have, and detailed....superpowers that sounded straight out of one of Buffy's beloved ancient relic films.
She bought exactly none of it, but she let them believe that maybe, just maybe, she would play along with their little game. So, she was escorted to the new house assigned to her. Once she settled in her room (which mostly consisted of shutting the door and flopping on the bed at the moment), she immediately rushed into Research Mode. She wasn't always an Irwin, after all, and every now and then, her Newsie roots showed. A little mucking about on the network that seemed so easily accessible from the phone she was given changed. Everything.
She opens up a text message and types in two names: Shaun Mason and Georgia Mason and after a quick message is tapped out, she immediately hits send.]
On a scale of 1 to absolute trainwreck: What level of Absolutely Fucked are we?
[A beat passes and she adds:]
Surprise. It's Becks.
group text; Rebecca Atherton, Georgia Mason, Shaun Mason
[Does the cheer come through in the text?? He likes to think so. He never expected to see anyone from home here, and there is a fairly short list of people that Shaun actually would want to see -- Becks and some of the other After the End Times crew top of said list.]
But right. Honest answer on the fucked-o-meter? Shockingly like a 4.7 most days? This place is comparatively benign. You know, until it isn't.
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Only Shaun Mason could give an answer and still manage to make it the least helpful possible thing on the planet.
[Don't worry, Shaun. She's glad to see you too.
Or... text you. Whatever.]
4.7 feels low on the scale, all things considered.
[What things? Who knows. She's a little confused about how well he's taking her, like, existing at all.]
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[He can say these things when he's far enough away she can't shoot him.]
Yeah well, it's a complicated place. But no zombies. The monsters they do have aren't nearly as complex.
Man it's good to see you. Text you. Whatever. I'm glad you're here. George will be too. She--
OH. Fuck. Becks. Where are you?
[Some things are better discussed in person. And Shaun has just remembered the timelines thing. Because even he and George are from different points in time.]
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So monsters...but...simple monsters?
Not sure if improvement or disappointment.
Thoughts?
It's really good to see-text-whatever you, too, Shaun.
She...?
[Don't cut yourself off in TEXTS, Shaun, what is wrong with you? (A lot. The answer is a lot).]
Heropa. #3.
I don't know anybody I'm bunked with, it's weird.
I mean.
Not that I expect to know people from apparently a whole different UNIVERSE than the one I was from?
I'm still real confused about everything here. It's. uh. It's wild. Is it real? Is it a weird AfterLife?
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But yeah. Like they had zombies for a day. Didn't even turn anyone else into zombies. Tame as fuck.
[He's a dramatic bitch, Becks. That is what is wrong with him. Too many blog posts, gotta keep the intrigue going.]
George and I are in Nonah.
Afterlife? No. Seems real to me though. But yeah, uh, we should talk. But like talk talk. In person. With voices and facial expressions. Because this place does some messed up shit with time.
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[That last text though... she squints and considers his words and-- oh. Oh, fuck , does he even know she's dead? Shiiiit.]
Okay... I don't know my way around but I can probably find you guys?
Unless you wanna make this super convenient for me and come to me.
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[In comes Georgia being relatively reserved, as always. She's glad to see a familiar name, though.]
We've been unceremoniously dumped into a dimension of superheroes, and there are supervillains that may be trying to destroy reality as we know it. But there are no zombies, for the most part, so that's an upside. To most people.
[HI SHAUN. SHE IS LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU. FROM RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.]
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Oh, is that all?
Good to know it's just a Tuesday.
...is it Tuesday? What day is it, Georgia?
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[That's the weirdest part. They should be toddlers.]
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What the FUCK?
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And Allison would love to see you guys there, too.
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Hang on though, your entire family? George and I play the twin card just because it's convenient and we have no clue when the hell our actual birthdays are, but do you mean you all have the same birthday? Like, the actual same day?
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Same hour, same day, same year. All seven of us.
Yeah, it's weird.
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How rude is it to ask how old you're gonna be? I mean I'm gonna ask anyway, I just want to know how rude I'm being while I do.
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You're a few years younger, right?
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Yeah. Twenty...something. I gotta be twenty four by now.
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What would you do if Georgia ever Ported out?
And hey.
text.
So not a surprise, and since it is Luther, he'll be honest too.]
Wait a week or so to make sure it isn't one of those temporary trips home. You know, be reasonable.
And then figure out the best place to start burning things to the ground until I find someone who can give me actual answers. I've got a short list already.
[Sure, Cape Canaveral is the main thought, given that's where they show up, but somehow he thinks Jeopardy might be the weak link in the Porter cities.]
And hey yourself, man. How's it going? That's not the "everything is awesome" sort of question.
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Allison's still here, but I'm still stuck on it. Just thinking, what if it'd been her. What if it is her, someday. What the fuck would I do.
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[And Georgia, if she ever leaves, goes home to die too. Except there is also a clone? But Shaun can't wrap his head around that one yet without his already fractured psyche shattering entirely.]
I ask myself that too. No good answer either. This place really fucks with your head that way. I feel like I should say something upbeat like carpe diem live for today, but that's total bullshit.
So instead, anything ever happens and you wanna fuck shit up, you have my axe.
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[ Rueful; an attempt at a joke. ]
I appreciate it, though.
Did I ever tell you -- or the others ever tell you -- that they all left? Back home. When we were kids. I was the only one in the house after that, for like twelve years.
[ Luther doesn't spell it out, but the implication's pretty clear: he's getting closer to reliving a personal nightmare. ]
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[But that next bit.]
You never did. That kind of sucks. And you stayed, huh? You're tougher than I am. George died, and I got the fuck away from Michael and Stacey fast as I could.
But Luther. Seriously. History doesn't have to repeat. I hope to hell the rest of your siblings don't get pulled with you still here. But you're not gonna get stuck alone in this place. For one thing, I'm way too annoying as a friend to let you have that much peace and quiet.
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