video | un: CherylBombshell

[sweetwater]

[ Cheryl is sick. despite that, she's done her hair and makeup and dressed herself in a red silk robe. a lot of effort went into her appearance, but it does little to hide the fact that she's unwell. she looks tired. at home she was a pro at snapchat, and she holds the camera out at arms length. all that's missing is the puppy filter! ]

By now you've all heard of the great tragedy that's befallen us. I was caught right in the middle of everything, an innocent bystander in someone's very cruel plan to shake us all to the core. I don't scare easily and I don't wilt, but I could use your help in this trying time.

First: obviously i am confined to bed until I recover. You can entertain me by chatting with me and telling me your stories. Make sure they aren't boring.

And secondly: If you're able-bodied, perhaps you can avenge me. [ she pauses. smiles. ] Us. It's the right thing to do.

[ and as she ends the video: ] Hashtag Olympia Strong. [ yes, that's right. hashtag. this is Cheryl Blossom, after all. ]

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video | un: Priorly

[priorly]

[Able bodied. Sweet, summer child. So this post is - a lot, but Prior is never anything but impressed by queens, and there's at least a princess in the making, here. That robe? The contouring? Nothing short of fabulous. So he turns on the camera.

He looks sick, too. Much in the same way she does: a little run down, a little pale. Too thin. PJs with little pink flowers on them don't quite match her effort with the robe, but at some point even the fabulous learn comfort is key. There's a fluffy yellow cardigan in shot, too.]

My, you have a flair for this, but half the people here are from something out of arthurian legend. If they don't follow, tell them you're offering your colors to the boldest of knights.

[sweetwater]

[ there's a confused pause as she he speaks, and then her face lights up. Cheryl is legitimately thrilled. ]

You're the guy who looks like Peter! [ and Peter didn't want her help finding him! joke's on Peter, honestly. ] And you're so sweet. I like you already. My signature colors are black and red, of course.

[priorly]

[Okay.

That's a surprise, but at this point not one Prior can't take on the chin. She looks around the same age as the boy he'd spoken to - the one with his face, so of course she'd be familiar. Like seeks out like. Ironically enough. Prior pauses long enough to take a breath, then draws himself up a little.]

Baby, any nineteen-year-old with my face in this city can only be described as looking like me. [Although, just to check-] But ease my mind a moment. Peter, your age, about so high [Prior indicates an arbitrary level] hair about so high? [And another, about a foot higher.]

I need to keep track just how many clones I have.

[sweetwater]

[ she nods. ] That's him, especially if he looked stressed about something insignificant.

Are there other people here who look like you? [ the sparkle in her eyes says she hopes the answer is yes, if only as a way to terrorize her best friend Peter. ]

[priorly]

Well, not exactly insignificant.

[And not as stressed as Prior looked at the time, he's quite sure.]

But hopefully not. I've spent a lot of time on this face, I'd hate for it to become common.

[sweetwater]

A face like yours could never be common, even if others seem to be borrowing it. Besides, only the fabulous get copied.

[ but you can bet she'd be mad if she had an identical non-twin. ]

[priorly]

Oh look at that, Peter has a fan. [That's more pleased than teasing, although it's interesting, too. He still knows little enough about him, other than sharing a face and a city.] Did you know him from before?

[sweetwater]

[ she smiles. Peter is basically her space best friend. ] No, I met him right after we'd arrived. [ technically she yelled at him and demanded he figure out how to get people out of stasis. ]We're roommates. He protects me.

[priorly]

[He protects me. It's an odd, maybe sweet thing to say about a roommate.]

I hope there isn't too much to protect you from. Besides the space flu, obviously. I... think I freaked him out a little. Though to be fair the experience was a mutual one.

[sweetwater]

[ well, there was the whole giant spider thing but better not to get into that. ]

He told me all about it and I wanted to look for you. He wouldn't let me. [ she smirks. ] I suppose I win.

[priorly]

You do. But why wouldn't he let you look for me? [He leans toward the camera, conspiratorial.] Is he worried you'll think I'm prettier?

[sweetwater]

[ she nods. ] Probably. He said it was because he wasn't ready to see you in person, as your existence is weird on a scientific level.

[priorly]

Oh. [Squeaky: Oh.] My friend said he'd probably try to kill me, as clones are wont to do.

[sweetwater]

Interesting theory. But Peter wouldn't hurt a fly.

[ well... she thinks. ]

So I suppose you're both normal.

[priorly]

I suppose. Though I suppose also that you should invite me to tea and we can smile sweetly as he walks in on us.

[sweetwater]

It's a date.