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Post by Drake on Jan 5, 2021 6:09:49 GMT -8
Drake stared at his phone after hitting send and then just sighed. Yeah he was still peeved after the last time they spoke.... but fuck it, if she needed help... He would make his way up to Gidget's room and knock.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 5, 2021 6:20:40 GMT -8
Gidget stared at her door for a moment before sighing. Opening up had never been easy for her, and finding all of the documents and information about her experimentation hadn't been easy. She placed it all in a manilla folder and set it on her desk, with Project Splice in big, bold red letters across the front.
Sighing, she stood and walked over to the door, opening it up and immediately moving aside for him to come inside.
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Post by Drake on Jan 5, 2021 7:05:52 GMT -8
Drake would just stand there arms folded.
"Well. What is it?"
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Post by Gidget on Jan 5, 2021 7:10:46 GMT -8
"You asked me what was wrong the other day. Do you still want to know?"
Gidget didn't seem as heated or as explosive as usual. Part of it was WR, she was sure; seeing how much letting it out helped them. Another part of it was Christmas, and what burning the coal had done to her.
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Post by Drake on Jan 5, 2021 8:37:02 GMT -8
He seemed hesitant at first... but finally he relented.
"Yeah, alright."
He would say walking into the room.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 5, 2021 8:42:14 GMT -8
Gidget closed the door behind him, locking it up tight before making her way to her usual spot. She flopped into her computer chair, staring idly at the screen for a long moment before sighing.
"My brother went missing right after Christmas..."
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Post by Drake on Jan 5, 2021 17:21:39 GMT -8
Drake would go and sit on his spot on the couch and wait for Gidget to explain what was going on. Then she finally did and he shot up.
"I-I'm sorry. Do you know what happened to him?"
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Post by Gidget on Jan 5, 2021 18:24:31 GMT -8
"I.. have my suspicions."
Gidget was holding her hoodie instead of wearing it, like she did more often than not. She began to lightly rub one of the imp ears between her fingers, staring down at it. This was far from easy for her, that much was obvious.
"I was on the phone with him when we got disconnected. All traces of him have disappeared since... Even pictures and shit that were posted on social media, all of his tracking information, any public documents mentioning him... It's all gone."
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Post by Drake on Jan 5, 2021 18:36:21 GMT -8
"What the fuck? How is that even possible? Who could do that?"
He asked getting a sinking feeling in his gut as he felt the familiarity of losing something entirely in the blink of an eye...
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Post by Gidget on Jan 5, 2021 18:41:14 GMT -8
"Government agencies. Especially one he worked for."
She gave Drake a pointed look. She wasn't sure if she had ever told him about Scott's occupation, but she mentioned a distaste for the CIA with shocking ease and regularity. She stood up slightly, and put her hand slowly onto the file.
"And maybe one I'm... involved with. Who knows? Somebody who might have it out for me or my family."
She glanced at the file and shook her head. "I need to go to the bathroom. Don't touch anything on my desk, understand?"
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Post by Drake on Jan 5, 2021 18:48:01 GMT -8
Drake would roll his eyes.
"Yeah yeah, whatever."
He would say waving her away.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 5, 2021 18:53:53 GMT -8
Gidget left the room without another look, heading straight into the bathroom. She closed the door, nearly hyperventilating. She had no idea if she had been too obvious with her hints. She had no evidence dictating that her chip worked like a monitoring system, but also had no reason to think otherwise. For all she knew, they had some kind of self-destruct mechanism implanted in her head, along with the chip itself.
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Post by Drake on Jan 5, 2021 19:05:17 GMT -8
Drake would sit there and contemplate what all this could mean. Part of him REALLY wanted to go check what was on her desk... but after their last fight... He decided it was best to behave, he didn't want her pushing him away during her time of need.
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Post by Gidget on Jan 5, 2021 19:08:25 GMT -8
She waited in the bathroom, leaning against the door, wondering just how long she should give him to look over the file on her desk. Obviously, he was smart enough to know what she had meant.... right?
She waited about ten minutes before finally walking back out to the living room. She looked at Drake, noticing that he didn't have the file in his hand. She looked immediately to the desk, then back to him, before slapping herself in the forehead. The ONE TIME he listened to her. The ONE TIME when he did what she asked.
"Oh, come on!"
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Post by Drake on Jan 5, 2021 19:26:02 GMT -8
He looked up.
"WHAT?!"
The fuck did he do wrong?
"I didn't touch fucking shit!"
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