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[affections]

You've reached Jules-- almost! Leave a message, I'll call you back.


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[stillbetter]

You may not remember her, but she certainly remembers you. She's desperate to see you, Julia, it's all she's talking about. [a beat. A little more earnestly:] She really looks unwell. Can you make an effort? I can try to explain, but - frankly she looks like she's already about to fall apart.

[affections]

For fuck's sake.

( Softly, under her breath, and you best believe she is massaging her temple as she tries to get her head around this. )

I mean, of course I'll come help, but-- how exactly are we breaking it to her that I have no idea who she is? I can't exactly pretend, that'll just be worse. That would be so much worse, Poppy.

[stillbetter]

Like I said, I'll try to explain. I'll tell her you - suffered some kind of memory loss, or - or - [pinches the bridge of her nose] I don't know! [LIFE IS HARD] All I know is that she's got handcuffs on her and she's going on about sulfur slaves and people kidnapping your children! [she sounds a bit desperately confused.] Does this make any sense to you?

[affections]

( She has all manner of things to say, but one phrase knocks it all away: ) Sulfur slaves?

Jesus. ( Jesus, she doesn't even know this person but-- ) Poppy, sulfur slaves, come on, don't tell me you don't know how serious that could be, especially with Freddie and-- okay, listen. Where are you?

[stillbetter]

No I don't know how serious it is, I have no idea what they are. [what is everyone talking about! She feels like she's experiencing some kind of amnesia. Either that or people around her have gone crazy.] What about Freddie?

[Argh. Never mind -] Where we all first came in to the city. You should be able to find us easily.

[affections]

( Oh, fuck.

This isn't her Poppy, is it? More accurately, this isn't the Poppy she is most frequently afflicted with. Jules is relieved that it isn't video, and drags her hand down her face. )

We're going to have a lot of things to sort out, Poppy. Try to get started on processing the idea of separate worlds and timelines and that sort of nonsense, and I'll be there as soon as I can.

( Softly, somehow, despite her buckets of irritation. )

[stillbetter]

I - [- no. She decides she doesn't want to ask. Yet.] Fine, just get here fast.

[affections]

Oh no, Poppy, I thought I'd get there as slowly as possible. That's exactly what I had in mind when I said I'll be there as soon as I can.

( Ugh! ) Just don't go anywhere.

( And she's hanging up. SHE'LL SEE YOU IN THAT LOG, JERK. )