Mia Fey

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turneverystone — Tue, 16 Aug 2011 05:06:00 GMT

The way people are talking, it almost makes me wish I had better... instincts.

Too bad those can't be learned, isn't it?

Are there any doctors here in Spero? I think I might be coming down with something, and we might as well have all the hands on deck we can.

... Did I just type that? Goodness. I'm spending too much time with pirates, aren't I?

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turneverystone — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 19:04:12 GMT

[Mia starts by laughing. Laughing, which in itself is strange since it seems it's been a long time since Mia has been happy. And in this dinosaur-infested hellhole, to top it off.]

Let's pretend I never complained about the weather?

[She sighs, but it's almost as if you can hear her smile]

It'd probably be about this hot in Los Angeles though. Maybe even warmer, who knows?

Make sure you don't get dehydrated. I know water is scarce, but I've heard people offer to help with it, and I imagine that dehydration can get very painful.

[She pauses]

Is there anyplace in Spero that hasn't been explored? I could use something to do.

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turneverystone — Tue, 10 May 2011 05:04:11 GMT

I like thunderstorms. I like the sound of them. I like that they are beautiful and dangerous.

But listening to them makes me sad, somehow.

[She laughs]

I think I've been reading too much poetry.

... The same poems. Over and over since I got them back.

[A pause]

I suppose there is enough empty space in the city, but I still wouldn't mind a roommate.

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turneverystone — Thu, 21 Apr 2011 03:24:26 GMT

Does anyone else find it strange that it's still barely 50 at the end of April? Spring should have been here long ago...

I had been saving the space, but I think that I'm ready to give it up. Does anyone need someplace to stay? I have a two-bedroom apartment, and I need at most one of them. I keep my apartment very tidy, and I've been here for over a year now, so I've had some time to do repairs and try to fix things up.

I would appreciate the company.

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turneverystone — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 04:25:37 GMT

I guess it was wishful thinking to think that spring would be here soon, huh?

What do you think we should do to celebrate when it finally gets here? I could use something to put my energy towards. I always had something to do when I was a lawyer.

Not that surviving isn't still plenty to do. Just a different kind of something.

You could say I need a distraction.

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turneverystone — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 05:25:06 GMT

[filtered to Phoenix, Pearl, Kay, Minato, Hikari, Marco, Jackie]*

[Looking very pleased with herself, if very, very tired, Mia holds out a tiny white blob towards the camera. It's tied up at the top with a strip of some colorful cloth, and with a smile Mia tugs the end of it and the white falls away to reveal three tiny chocolates, approximately circular, but with quite a bit of variation.]

I know they're very late, but they took a lot longer and more patience than I remember.

[With a quick twist of her fingers the little gift is wrapped back up and she's tying the "ribbon" around it again.]

I'll be bringing them by sometime soon. I hope you all had nice Valentine's Days.

[She closes her eyes and smiles, looking far more weary than she ever did during her time as a lawyer. Last year at Valentine's Day she'd just gotten over dying again.]

Oh, and Kay?

[She sets her gift down and picks up the last bit of Kay's cookie, holding it up before popping it in her mouth.]

It was delicious. Thank you.

[*ER IF I FAILED AND FORGOT YOU I AM SO SORRY. IT'S AFTER MIDNIGHT, IT'S WAY AFTER MY BEDTIME. If you have nice CR with ~~boobs~~ Mia, feel free to assume that she also has a little something for you.]

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turneverystone — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 03:54:43 GMT

Would anyone like to have a dinner party at Valentine's? Maybe not on Valentine's, but sometime this weekend? I've been trying to stockpile and save, but I'm...

I'd rather share it with other people.

Anything else that you could contribute would be appreciated, of course. The apartment won't fit tens of people, but maybe up to ten?

I guess I'd just like some company.

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turneverystone — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 03:40:56 GMT

You'd think I'd feel more accomplished about surviving here in this hell-hole for a year.

At the very least, the work I did on the apartment, and the furniture...

Maybe I can find a way to simply sleep through past Valentine's Day.

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turneverystone — Fri, 26 Nov 2010 04:37:55 GMT

[The video comes on to Mia who is, for the moment, alone in her apartment, sitting at the small table arranged in the small space between kitchen and the living room, where the beds and other furniture are. She's quiet, chin resting in her left hand, picking at the food on her plate... which doesn't look all that special. She sighs and pushes the plate away, standing and leaving it on the table instead of cleaning up.]

Not even a glass of wine to keep me company on Thanksgiving, huh? I'll have figure out what else I'm thankful for then.

[Since it's been getting colder, she's wearing a red sweater that is a little too big, though the jeans fit quite nicely. Without changing, she falls onto the bed and lies still, staring at the ceiling.

Eventually she rolls over onto her side, sliding her hand under her pillow and withdrawing the book she keeps underneath it, opening it to read until the feed times out.]

o19 || Voice [Fourth Wall]

turneverystone — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 01:04:45 GMT

I wonder if it was a button that did it this time...

Well, I never say no to visitors. Stop by any time you like.

o18 || Video

turneverystone — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 19:06:26 GMT

He pulls the covers back for her as she returns to bed - he'd retrieved the expensive embroidered comforter from the floor and straightened the sheets. She hops in, literally, and they find themselves shifting to find the most comfortable position against each other and her pillows. She smiles against his shoulder, so warm and supple against her skin. She lets out a contented sigh as she begins to drift into sleep.

"Kitten?" He toys with her hair, half stroking, half twisting it in his fingers.

She makes a sound of assent to indicate that she heard.

"You know that little poem you told me the other day?"

She makes the sound again. Her eyes are heavy and her breathing is slowing.

"Will you say it again?"

She laughs drowsily, flicking her fingers against his chest in protest. But she duly repeats it, the words slurring into each other, the melody clumsy as she fumbles with the words and wakefulness. She isn't a singer, but he asked for it.

When she's done, she snuggles against him, her way of telling him she's done and ready to sleep.

"When you said it... were you trying to say something?"

He sounds oddly serious, but she shakes her head twice. "Just what it sounded like," she mumbles.

After a moment's pause - a moment when she thinks he's going to close his eyes and let them both fall asleep - he begins to speak, the sounds rolling off his tongue easily in Spanish. It sounds beautiful, and she waits for him to finish.

"I don't understand Spanish."

He laughs, shifting his body and hers with it, rolling her onto her side and wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Were you trying to say something?" she asks, trying to get comfortable again and finding her spot easily.

He hums in his throat. "No. Just what it sounded like."

[When the feed starts, it shows blackness, which quickly disappears to allow the viewer to see that Mia has substantially remodeled the apartment. She's carrying a box - presumably what was blocking the view of the screen and what caused her to accidentally turn it on - which she stacks in a corner with other boxes. It looks like she's been saving boxes, and haphazardly making her own.

She's built shelves into the walls and looks like she's in the process of organizing them around the kitchen and dining room.

The biggest change is that the beds are in the living room now, awkwardly shoved into the space in a way that suggests she is going to move them, eventually. The doors to the bedrooms, are open, but they are empty beyond. Long swathes of cloth - whatever she could find, really - are clumped in front of the windows.

She's singing, haltingly but clearly, as she surveys the room and tends to small tasks like straightening and organizing.]

If I had words -
- to make...
... a day for you
I'd -
... sing you... a morn -
- ing, golden...
and new.

[She pauses and sits down on one of the beds, which has been made up with fresh linens that definitely didn't come from Discedo. The comforter is white or ivory and dotted with color, the pillowcases in pale pink and green tones. As she runs her fingers over the bedding, she finishes quietly.]

I would make this day,
Last for all time,
Give you a night,
Deep in moonshine...

[She picks up something off the bed, which turns out to open like a book, and, after a moment glancing over it, she slides it beneath a pillow. Standing again, she begins to hum the tune again as she resumes her cleaning.]

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turneverystone — Sun, 03 Oct 2010 04:18:39 GMT

- again. I know it's better this way but I don't care.

I am malnourished, dirty, ugly - admit it, if we'd met now, you wouldn't have looked twice. You would have moved on to someone who can do a little better than survive and take care of the occasional small child they find in need. Someone prettier whose remaining weight sits in the right places and who can take care of their damn hair. Funny, isn't it, how easily everything can change.

And now, I'm talking to you. Even though I know you're not real, just like all the other times. I'm alone, and that is why I'm talking to a figment of my imagination. [She laughs harshly] I'm alone, because I've never needed anyone else and so it's never occurred to most people that I might. Except you. But then, you're not really here.

So what are you doing here? Just - go away.

Everyone else leaves me alone - why can't you?

I said -

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turneverystone — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 16:36:38 GMT

We've made a map of the high school, but I would like to confirm its current occupants and the rooms that are being used for class purposes.

Occupants: Please inform me of which rooms you are occupying

Teachers: Please inform me of your name, frequency, class you teach, and which classroom(s) you've been using

As far as I've heard so far, there is only an art class, which I believe to be incorrect, so information would be greatly appreciated.

Mr. Hughes, if you have time, I would also request your assistance with this task.

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turneverystone — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 20:21:19 GMT

I've agreed to help out with the school, and I was hoping that sometime in the next few weeks I could meet with all the teachers and go around the school to see what we can do about fixing it up, making it safe, and meeting the needs of the classes.

If you have special skills that you think might contribute to this - building, knowledge, extra furniture, anything - please let me know. Your help would be most appreciated.

If there is anything you would like me to keep in mind - classes you would like to see, or particular problems I should think about, please inform me as you think of it.

I will try to disseminate as much information as possible regarding the school and classes as I can.

Thank you.

[Yes, Mia is refusing to see most or any of you after that little fiasco. She has a theory that doing something will help her forget, or at least get back to being her usual self, but she'll still politely ask that you give her a few days before she sees you.]

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turneverystone — Sun, 25 Jul 2010 05:18:14 GMT

It seems there are suddenly a lot of children here. I don't have much, but please, if you're lost or you need someplace to stay or someone to take care of you, come find me. I'll probably be moving to Horton sometime soon, so ask around for Mia Fey.

I guess it's been awhile since I had children to take care of... I hope my own are all right.

[COME TO HER SMALL CHILDREN. Also feel free to ACTION it if your character is wandering around aimlessly and wants to meet the nice lady. Mia's been aged up slightly in an alternative timeline.]

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turneverystone — Sun, 04 Jul 2010 13:42:39 GMT

[The communicator flips on to the generally pleasant sight of Mia bathing. She worked hard to get the bathtub clean enough so that she was willing to get into it, and even harder to try to get used to the water. She can't complain too much, though, since at the very least there is running water. It's not perfect, but it's enough.

At the same time, though, it's obvious she's not relaxing in her bath. She's sitting up and slightly hunched forward, her knees pulled up a little. Her hair is wet and streams over her body, her fingers twisting in it idly. It's hard to tell, but if you look carefully or are intuitive, you'll see that actually, Mia is trying very, very hard to untangle her hair.

This goes on for some time, slow, strained movements as she struggles to work through the knots that have developed from not enough care and not enough cleaning. Eventually, she appears to give up, wrapping her arms around her knees and pulling them to her chest before dropping her head to meet them.]

[Chat demanded boob post :|]

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turneverystone — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 12:29:42 GMT

Did you all find what you were looking for?

Also, does anyone here know anything about agriculture? I have a feeling that our diet could use more fruits and vegetables.

Well, mine at least.

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turneverystone — Thu, 27 May 2010 02:26:39 GMT

Maya's gone.

[Breaking hiatus, sob. No Internet, so replies will be very, very delayed.]

o1o || Voice [Fourth Wall]

turneverystone — Sun, 16 May 2010 05:38:43 GMT

The wrong button? Quite a powerful button, then.

OOC

turneverystone — Fri, 30 Apr 2010 17:27:24 GMT

Whoever bought this account paid time gets a million ♥ and night with me free. And am I a classy and expensive lady to have for a whole night :P

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turneverystone — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 00:19:23 GMT

[Mia managed to hold out for a long time, forcing what she thought she saw back into the depths of her mind. Because she'd seen them before, in a world that made sense and where she knew it wasn't possible. It'd been a long time ago, but the possibility had always haunted her. And she'd heard the cries from her sister, the despair from others that had pulled her out of her own.

But Pearl's words had broken her finely crafted resilience, and she'd let herself fall.

She dreamed of him that night, fingers twined in her own, the scent of his skin and the gentle touch of his lips. But it wasn't a dream, she knew, and even though just a few hours before she would have scolded herself for even entertaining the thought she knew it was possible here. She swore she would never let him go, never again. She'd promise whatever it took.

He whispered the words she'd always wanted to hear, always needed to hear and it was like time had reversed itself, twisting around to change the path of lives that were forever destined to brush against each other but never meet. He urged her to sleep, to rest, teasing her because she was so tired and it wouldn't be good for her, not at all. He liked his kitten when she'd had her beauty sleep - she was more fun that way.

Then there are words, filtering through her sleep, words she never thought she would hear, words that she'd always silently told herself. Words whose truth she had constantly battled with a smile, a scared smile that she was afraid of. She wakes with a start, looking around desperately, falling out of bed in her hurry to catch the wisps of fantasy and nightmare.

She doesn't bother to filter, or to lower her voice as she plunges into the hallway calling his name. She can barely control the tremors in her voice that would prevent her from speaking at all.]

Come back!

Please... please. It's not Phoenix's fault, it's not yours, it's mine! You were right - I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have... I didn't... I told myself it wasn't anyone's fault, because that made it easier to accept. I'm so sorry. I never thought you would blame yourself... I should have known. I knew and I should have done something and - please. Please just... I never wanted this. You know that, right? I wanted us to be happy. Forever. I wanted us to have everything, everything, and I waited and waited and then I... I was stupid and I let myself... I thought I was doing the right thing. So please just... Just...

I love you. Please...

oo8 || Video

turneverystone — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 21:33:58 GMT

[The video comes on suddenly onto a dim room, which, given the quality of the video, is probably hard to make out. All that's useful in the feed is the sound - restless movement, soft sighs and faint moans. Take them for what you will - pleasure, pain, fear. This continues in the dark for a few moments.

Then faint light falls upon the screen as the image moves, revealing... a surprisingly revealed Mia. The communicator is lying on the bed next to her, accidentally turned on by her restless movement, which continues even now. Her hair falls loosely over her, and the clothes she's managed to collect to sleep in are the sleepwear equivalent of her court suit, though she's somewhat modestly tangled in her sheets.

She sits up suddenly, eyes wide and, if you look closely enough (at her face, at least), terrified, light clothing resettling itself over her figure, blankets falling away from her body. She looks around for a few moments, breathing harsh and frantic, pulling her hair away from her face with one hand, the other trailing over the small, empty space in the bed beside her.

Dreams are nothing but dreams, and it's been some time since she's had any.

Without noticing the communicator cheerfully recording her confusion and pain, she slowly slips back down, lying quietly in bed, rearranging herself properly. Sleep will be a long time coming, but the feed times out long before that happens, still focused vaguely on Mia lying perfectly still.]

[This mostlynaked!Mia post has been encouraged and approved by dreamermoa's mun]

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turneverystone — Sun, 28 Mar 2010 00:44:02 GMT

For those who have been here longer than I have - I haven't been here very long - does the weather have an effect on the monsters? I'd like to be able to go outside more now that the weather is improving, but I'm not interested in having to protect myself against anything other than people and a sunburn.

[Filtered to Phoenix]

I hope you're taking care of Maya. Would you like to explain Trucy to me?

[Filtered to Maya]

I hope you've been taking care of Phoenix. How are you?

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turneverystone — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 05:45:50 GMT

You too, Redd White? I'd watch where I step, if I were you. Wouldn't want you to fall over the evidence of your blackmail and murder, now would we?

[Mia's smile reveals no malice or anger - only confidence - before she reaches over and turns the feed off]

[As a side note, the residents of Horton 510-512 can now find a neat little stack of food supplies outside their door]

oo5 || Text & Voice

turneverystone — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 02:09:11 GMT

[Text]

Phoenix - Latimir 401, provided the building remains sound enough to inhabit.

Maya - Stay with Phoenix.

Miles Edgeworth - You needn't worry about me intruding upon you anymore. I'll replace supplies as I can.

[Voice]

Dahlia Hawthorne. Don't think I don't know you're here. And don't think that I'll let you slip by me again.

Never again.