[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.
Cheap knockoffs, I think. Revenants. Undead and all, but mostly just soggy.
[Shaun is considering. He's already pretty sure Becks asking about whether or not this being the afterlife is not any sort of accident. Something's happened. And nothing has happened to Becks in the time that he's come from. So it has to be. Something.]
Why don't we come to you. We've been around here long enough to know where things are. Heropa. I'll grab George.
Soggy-cereal offbrand zombies sound pathetic, glad I missed it.
[Nothing to see here, sir. Nope. She may be regretting that comment now, because she really would have rather eased him-- both of them, really-- into that idea a bit more than something quite so glib.]
[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.]
[One thing she can always count on, no matter which version of her she is, is Georgia Mason being a deliverer of all things truth. No matter how brutal it may be.]
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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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[Shaun is considering. He's already pretty sure Becks asking about whether or not this being the afterlife is not any sort of accident. Something's happened. And nothing has happened to Becks in the time that he's come from. So it has to be. Something.]
Why don't we come to you. We've been around here long enough to know where things are. Heropa. I'll grab George.
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[Nothing to see here, sir. Nope. She may be regretting that comment now, because she really would have rather eased him-- both of them, really-- into that idea a bit more than something quite so glib.]
All right, I'll be here. #3.
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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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We're on our way now. We'll get you up to speed when we arrive.
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[One thing she can always count on, no matter which version of her she is, is Georgia Mason being a deliverer of all things truth. No matter how brutal it may be.]
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