Oh, hardly! I'm far too old for such things. And I'm sure Agnes would run them down if they tried!
[She laughs to herself and pens to attachment to read it. She hadn't memorized the sonnets, but she's pleased that she was at least half-right on which one it might be.
But she skims the rest of the poem and focuses on the last two lines.]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
He did have quite a way with words. He's making the person he's writing about live forever through his words, right? It's as if saying 'you're never truly gone/dead until you're forgotten.'
ps i fail at timelines, shall we move this to day 19? the network's down on 20
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org Essentially, yes. The sonnet really did give them immortality - for at least six hundred years or so. I can't imagine it would be lost unless we, humanity, were lost.
[And hey, like Simon could ever cause that.]
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org He's talking about someone gone, as well. It's a sad little piece.
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that's fine! I get confused by it all the time tbh sob
[And he wonders, again, whether Agnes is more than a friend. He doubts he'll be told, if it's so—though Winnie's clearly guessed he has someone. Welp.]
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org My cousin. He's an idiot, but he's my idiot. He's a few months younger than me.
[And Simon misses meeting up with him around the City, just for little things—lunch and shopping and that sort of thing. They'd done everything together, once.]
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FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org The idea of 'dating' and boyfriends and girlfriends is still a bit strange to me. But I like the freedom of it. Do they still do arranged marriages in the future?
FROM: prismall.winnifredcdc.org Interesting how time changes things. Are you married? I wouldn't think so, but I'm curious. I'm too old to be married, myself.
[No word on if she thinks that's a good thing or not.]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org I have a feeling it's just you. You're a very serious man. A little too serious.
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org Of course, where I'm from, I suppose I'm still considered young. People are living much longer so everything get a little muddled. But I suppose I'm still too old. Not that I mind.
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org I'm breathing just fine! :P
[Look she learned how to do a sticking tongue out emote.]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org Most women my age are already married with children already, you know. Honestly I'm surprised people don't ask it more often.
[She knows she acts younger than she is; she's wondering if people just assume otherwise before asking.]
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org But it differs, you see? Where I came from, or rather when, women got married at all ages. And they had children at all ages, too.
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org I can see how it was difficult for you at home. But in that respect, you have more opportunity here, if you want it. Children would be more difficult.
[Did he just say something good about this place?]
[She's startled both by the fact he's said something good about the CDC and that he seems to really be trying to reassure her, or... something. It's sweet, though she thinks it's a tad misguided (not that that's his fault, though, it's not like he knows--)]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org That's very true. I can become anyone I want to be here, although I have doubts I'd end up finding a marriage partner among the people here.
[Winnie smiles, amused, and continues.]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org Children would be very difficult. I wouldn't want to pass my genetics on to my children. Poor things!
[Is she joking, or...]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org Did you message me just to talk poems and about my love life, Simon? :P
[She includes the emote so he knows she's only teasing.]
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org Don't stick your tongue out at me, young woman. Though I can't call you that any more, can I? I'll text you for no reason if I like.
[He'd been reminded, though, and she's his go-to person for poetry talk.]
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org What's wrong with your genetics?
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org If you want to keep calling me young, I won't stop you. But such cheek! Kids these days.
[She's having a good laugh at their back-and-forth though and hesitates slightly at the question. On one hand she could easily play it off, but she'd told him before to talk to her about anything. That he could open up to her. And how could she ask him to do such a thing when she wasn't willing to do it back?]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org I have a genetic disease. Sort of. It's a bit difficult to explain, but I guess you could say I'm sick and won't get better. Remember I said my father was overprotective and I almost never went outside?
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org That's why. There's about a 50/50 chance of passing it along or not, but I'd rather not take the risk.
[A disease, she's said. But Simon's read her file, and there are broad enough outlines for him to make a guess that she means the powers that were hidden.]
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org You did say that. But maybe it's something they fixed, or could fix. I had a scar vanish when we all came in.
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org Maybe! It'd be interesting to look into, anyhow. But it's a little frightening? Maybe that's not the right word.
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org But when you build up your life around accommodating something, suddenly have it all change is a little daunting. I don't know what I'd do with myself.
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org I imagine eventually you go so far on one path you have no choice but to keep going. But that's neither here nor there.
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Oh, hardly! I'm far too old for such things. And I'm sure Agnes would run them down if they tried!
[She laughs to herself and pens to attachment to read it. She hadn't memorized the sonnets, but she's pleased that she was at least half-right on which one it might be.
But she skims the rest of the poem and focuses on the last two lines.]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
He did have quite a way with words. He's making the person he's writing about live forever through his words, right? It's as if saying 'you're never truly gone/dead until you're forgotten.'
ps i fail at timelines, shall we move this to day 19? the network's down on 20
Essentially, yes. The sonnet really did give them immortality - for at least six hundred years or so. I can't imagine it would be lost unless we, humanity, were lost.
[And hey, like Simon could ever cause that.]
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
He's talking about someone gone, as well. It's a sad little piece.
that's fine! I get confused by it all the time tbh sob
It'd be interesting to talk to the other people from the future and see if they still know it.
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
Are you thinking of someone too, Simon?
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Possibly. Then again, they might come from some odd world where Shakespeare never existed.
I'm not thinking of anyone in particular. [Lies.] Are _you_ thinking of somebody?
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Agnes. But then, I'm always thinking of her. Do you have anyone like that?
[Trying to weasel her way into getting him to admit something]
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FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
My cousin. He's an idiot, but he's my idiot. He's a few months younger than me.
[And Simon misses meeting up with him around the City, just for little things—lunch and shopping and that sort of thing. They'd done everything together, once.]
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FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
I'm sure you'll see him again. And think of all the fun things you could tell him!
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FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
I'd be more interested to hear what he has to say. Knowing him, he's married by now.
Or on his third girlfriend since I saw him last.
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The idea of 'dating' and boyfriends and girlfriends is still a bit strange to me. But I like the freedom of it. Do they still do arranged marriages in the future?
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It's not unknown. But frowned on. It's often a violation of individual rights.
[That's not somewhere he's prepared to go, not yet.]
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Interesting how time changes things. Are you married? I wouldn't think so, but I'm curious. I'm too old to be married, myself.
[No word on if she thinks that's a good thing or not.]
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I was what they call married to my work. How old _are_ you, Winnie?
[He'd quietly told Babydoll that he had someone at home, but he'd trusted her not to ask endless, probing questions.]
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Oh, only 106.
[She waits a good minute to let it sink in before sending a follow-up]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
Only joking! I'm 24. What about you?
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FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
You're older than I am.
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How MUCH older, exactly?
[SHE'S A LITTLE CONCERNED NOW.]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
I could have sworn you were older! No offense. You're just very mature.
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I'm twenty-three. And four or five months, I suppose, by now.
Maybe it's a generation gap.
[Or maybe it's you, Simon.]
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I have a feeling it's just you. You're a very serious man. A little too serious.
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
Of course, where I'm from, I suppose I'm still considered young. People are living much longer so everything get a little muddled. But I suppose I'm still too old. Not that I mind.
[She's just sort of babbling now.]
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Winnie. Stop. I can almost hear you not breathing.
You are not old. Twenty-four is not old at all. I would be surprised indeed if anyone asked you your age here.
[He's on the verge of babbling himself. But living longer, what's that about?]
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I'm breathing just fine! :P
[Look she learned how to do a sticking tongue out emote.]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
Most women my age are already married with children already, you know. Honestly I'm surprised people don't ask it more often.
[She knows she acts younger than she is; she's wondering if people just assume otherwise before asking.]
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But it differs, you see? Where I came from, or rather when, women got married at all ages. And they had children at all ages, too.
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
I can see how it was difficult for you at home. But in that respect, you have more opportunity here, if you want it. Children would be more difficult.
[Did he just say something good about this place?]
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FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
That's very true. I can become anyone I want to be here, although I have doubts I'd end up finding a marriage partner among the people here.
[Winnie smiles, amused, and continues.]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
Children would be very difficult. I wouldn't want to pass my genetics on to my children. Poor things!
[Is she joking, or...]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
Did you message me just to talk poems and about my love life, Simon? :P
[She includes the emote so he knows she's only teasing.]
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Don't stick your tongue out at me, young woman. Though I can't call you that any more, can I? I'll text you for no reason if I like.
[He'd been reminded, though, and she's his go-to person for poetry talk.]
FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
What's wrong with your genetics?
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If you want to keep calling me young, I won't stop you. But such cheek! Kids these days.
[She's having a good laugh at their back-and-forth though and hesitates slightly at the question. On one hand she could easily play it off, but she'd told him before to talk to her about anything. That he could open up to her. And how could she ask him to do such a thing when she wasn't willing to do it back?]
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
I have a genetic disease. Sort of. It's a bit difficult to explain, but I guess you could say I'm sick and won't get better. Remember I said my father was overprotective and I almost never went outside?
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
That's why. There's about a 50/50 chance of passing it along or not, but I'd rather not take the risk.
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FROM: wilson.simon@cdc.org
You did say that. But maybe it's something they fixed, or could fix. I had a scar vanish when we all came in.
[Dastardly power-nomming CDC.]
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Maybe! It'd be interesting to look into, anyhow. But it's a little frightening? Maybe that's not the right word.
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
But when you build up your life around accommodating something, suddenly have it all change is a little daunting. I don't know what I'd do with myself.
FROM: prismall.winnifred@cdc.org
I imagine eventually you go so far on one path you have no choice but to keep going. But that's neither here nor there.
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