Ayyye. After an (at least) 220 year hiatus, I’m coming back !!! Or at least I plan to, idk. I just redid my theme, & I’m really in an Alison mood right now. So tomorrow, after I’m done baking my cake, I’m going to post an open or something....maybe. Shit, I still don’t know.

I’d like to start fresh here, so maybe like this post for a short starter if you’re interested?

I’m so sorry about disappearing! I’m having some random eyesight issues ( can’t see shit if I look at the screen for too long), but I’ll try to get everything queued tonight.

“Okay..” She was still skeptical about this whole thing, but she wasn’t going to tell her sister that. She was here keeping her company after all and she would hate to make her feel better, especially as she was doing this to help them. “Cool.. favorite color? Oh.. uh, I like maroon.. “

"Maroon? Really?” A brow rose slightly, but she reached for the small jar of glitter that held something at least close to maroon. Alison had pegged Cosima as more of a green, or possibly an orange. “I’ve always found maroon to be a very hostile color.”

Delphine was pleased she had gotten it right. The clones may be identical, but they still were their own person. “Delphine.. Delphine Cormier..” Surely she would know who she was once she mentioned her name. “May I come in? I wanted to have a word with you, if you have a few minutes.”

“Ah, Delphine. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Please, come in.” Pleasure may have been pushing it, but Alison was fairly curious about the woman she had heard so much about. “Is this about Cosima? Is she alright?” Ushering the woman into her home, Alison prepared to hear the worst.

                            ❝ i’m torn between saying she’s got good taste                                           & being a little weirded out. ❞ 

“It’s the only time I knew you’d be home, jeez. I’m Rudy, by the way. And here’s your newspaper,” Rudy held up the plastic bag with the newspaper in it and wiggled it around, “Can I come in? I want to talk to you about Project Leda, not Jesus.”

Of course it would be about Project Leda. Why wouldn’t it be? It seemed as though everything in her life boiled down to that very subject. 

             ‘ uh yeah, you’ve discovered the wild territory of either interesting                          people or creepy. & i’m guessing this instance is the latter. ‘

            ‘ cosima, i can’t look away. this is one step away from a                                  full fledged pornography addiction. ‘

“Thanks.” A smile flashed quick and bright. “Not my first time, but it’s been a while. I forgot how fun it can be.” But she’s really there to prove a point. 

Rudy glanced over to the illuminated numbers coming from the microwave, waiting for midnight to strike before surprising her. He only had about a minute to wait, but the minute felt longer, and his patience, though normally very high, was running a little thin at the moment. Finally, when the clock chimed 12:00       & heard her empty warning, he made himself visible to her.”you screwed my element of surprise.” he whines, playing with his Glock 17 semi-automatic pistol.”It’s nice to meet you too…. Alison,”