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[indispensible]

[She has been, if truth be told, a little lost since Stark left. Not because she was dependent on the schedule created by making sure he didn't do anything stupid, but simply because she misses him. His magic is still working, it seems; the things he enchanted for her function just as they always did, her golem-dog following behind her alongside Mike as she makes the rounds of the Barge.]

[Having his magic still at her back gives her a very specific sense of power - or maybe support. She knows she's powerful. It's nice that someone has her back anyway.]

[She spends most of her time on maintenance, at Anya's direction. But since she doesn't have an inmate to boss around anymore, she has more free time than she knows what to do with; since there are so many obviously dangerous people since the latest collision, she's experiencing a nice uptick in paranoia, too. She pays extra attention to the Mirror additions - not conspicuously, not drawing attention to herself, but she watches all the same.]

spam } psyke

[She has been watching this one - the one who was Jean - especially closely. Whenever she comes out of her room, Vin is there waiting. When she doesn't come out, Vin's there, too, listening with flared tin at the door for any sound that might filter through.]

spam } ben

[Vin is not as good as she might be at identifying the subtleties of emotion. If she was, she'd be able to put a proper label to this feeling. Right now the best she can do is betrayal, even though it isn't Ben's fault. And sadness. She is sad.]

[She sits outside his cell in silence, unblinking, waiting for him to speak. Wonders if he's going to spend the whole month in here. Probably he is.]

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[annealed]

[She'd rather not leave her room at all, truth be told - not until she knows everything there is to know about this other Barge, and her counterpart. Not until, preferably, she can fake being that other Jean. Phoenix.

Unfortunately, Phoenix barely keeps any food in her room. She can't live on snacks and tea forever, especially if she wants to keep her strength up. (She's been doing her regular drills, and more besides - Phoenix does have the proper equipment, thank god.)

She's already made a few runs, late at night, moving as quickly and silently as possible. Stealth never came naturally to her, really, but Magneto drilled it into all of them.

Psyke slips out of her door with hard-won grace, but freezes immediately once it closes. It may have been a coincidence, the first few times, but now - ]

You're watching me. [Her voice is flatly accusatory. She refuses to show any apprehension - there's no need to flaunt her weakness.

She does, however, keep her back pressed to her door, and her hand lingering on the handle. She doubts this is her Barge's Vin, but if they have the same powers - it doesn't matter how quick or skilled she is, she's drastically outmatched.]

[warisart]

[He doesn't blame her. Not exactly. He doesn't know her, either, isn't exercising the kind of effort it would take to separate her from the faceless crowd of enemies though she looks similar enough. It isn't always the physicalities he picks up on, anyway, and even when the bodies match? So much is wrong here.

Ben barely even registers the pain. He woke up, groggy and disoriented, in the cell again and that's familiar enough that the sound he makes strangles and dies in his throat before it makes it to something intelligible. Then he pulls himself upright, stands stiffly, and returns to his corner.

He feels betrayed, too. He feels sad, too. And he feels isolated. He does not speak for a long time.

When he does, it's barely audible, and he says it to where his thumbtip is idly tracing the knob of his opposite wrist. He is thinking about the bloody fragments in the interior pocket of his field jacket, his only hope, coveted and all important. He does not mention them.]

How long until I disappear?

[mercurialize]

[Kylar catches sight of Vin in a hallway and instantly decides now is the best time to play chicken until she notices him coming her way.]

spam;

[adelphoktonos]

[Helena is one of the Mirror additions, but she has been silent, scared and hiding, unable to quite believe or trust the fact that this Barge is different. And even if it is, it will change back. They will be sent back. It would be worse to find a place here, then have it torn away. And besides, Dillon is here and she doesn't want to make him angry.

It's been a few days. She speaks to no one. She stays in shadows and comes out of her cabin rarely, usually late at night and early in the morning. She doesn't use the showers, doesn't use the network, doesn't visit the dining hall during mealtimes. She stays in her room-- but it's not her room, here it's Sarah's room, and she finds herself hungry to know why and how. She plays old conversations her other self has had and listens, fascinated and frightened, and part of her wants so badly for the friends the other her has made to be her own, while another part reminds her sharply that some of these friends are the worst kinds of wardens on her rightful Barge.

There's rot around her counterpart's door. This is one of those rare times when she leaves the cabin, finally needing to collect more food from the dining hall, and when she returns she finds maintenance working there. Instantly, she turns to leave, hands deep in her pockets, hood up and covering her hair.]