Room 212, Saturday Morning

[sciclone]

Sarah knew things were wrong as soon as she woke up. She didn't hear Felix singing bad pop songs loudly to annoy her, and she didn't smell coffee or toast from Mrs. S.'s attempts to get breakfast on the table. And there was no boy in bed next to her, so she hadn't gone home with anybody, either.

Her first thought was that she had finally gotten on Mrs.S.'s bad side and been carted off to juvie -- but nah, this place was too nice for that.

In an effort to solve the mystery (and possibly track down something worth stealing -- finders keepers, right?) she began poking through a stack of stuff on a nearby desk. So far, all she could tell was that whoever lived here was some kind of nerd.

[OOC: Cosima is Sarah Manning from Orphan Black. Yay clones. Cracked door, open post.]

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[boneyard_girl]

"Oh for pete's sake, Cosima," a sleepy voice came from the other bed. "Tell me you're not cleaning your desk on a Saturday morning. Please. Can't that wait 'til a sane hour or somethin'?"

[sciclone]

Shit.

Sarah froze at the voice, heart hammering as she tried to decide how to play this.

"I'm not Cosima," she said, managing to sound nonchalant even if she didn't feel it. "Sorry. She said I could stop by to borrow a book. Didn't mean to wake anybody up."

[boneyard_girl]

"What?" Now Ada was sitting up, squinting in the direction of the other person in the room. "But--"

"Wait, you get bit by a little green thing or something? I mean, you look a little different without your glasses, but not THAT much."

[sciclone]

"Sorry, dunno what you mean."

Sarah was a good enough baby grifter to talk her way out of a lot of things. She was not good enough to talk her way out of this one yet. (Identity theft as a way of life wouldn't occur to her for another decade or so.)

[boneyard_girl]

"I find it hard 'ta believe you don't know what I mean, unless you ain't ever looked in a mirror," Ada said, all sweetness and smiles as she got to her feet and started walking towards Cosima? Not!Cosima?

"Cosima sent you to borrow a book, huh? While I was sleepin'. So if you're such good friends, why don't you tell me her last name?"

Don't try to grift a fellow conwoman, Sarah, it's rude.

[sciclone]

The bitch of it was, Sarah knew she had seen a last name somewhere in the piles of stuff on Cosima's desk. It was something with an N, she thought, but nothing more came to mind.

She smiled back at Ms. Nosy Roommate anyhow. "Look, if you're going to be rude about it, I'll come back when she's here," she said, in cockney intonations that were little like Cosima's Californian drawl. "And I still don't know what you mean about me looking like her. Maybe you're the one that needs glasses."

[boneyard_girl]

"You could be twins," Ada said flatly. "If'n you wore glasses, an' were smart enough to case a room before you go snoopin' around it.".

Ouch, Ada, harsh.

[sciclone]

That comment hurt, and Sarah winced at it.

"My name's Sarah. I woke up here," she said flatly. "All right? I woke up here, except I don't know where here is, so I looked at the desk to see if I could figure it out. When you talked to me I freaked out and lied. I wasn't trying to rip you off or nothing, promise."

She'd been thinking about it, but thinking about wasn't trying.

"I never even saw Cosima. Don't know why I look like her. Don't really know a thing about her except her desk makes her look like a right nerd."

[boneyard_girl]

"Oh, that happens sometimes, or so people tell me," Ada said, shaking her head. "Don't worry, you'll be home by Monday if it goes as I hear it does. Downright weird, if'n you ask me, and damned inconvenient."

"But hang on a sec." Ada trotted back over to her bed to pick up her phone. "You gotta see this." It took her a moment to flip through pictures, but then she held up one of Cosima. "See what I mean?"

[sciclone]

Sarah took the phone, expecting to see a slight and coincidental resemblance.

That wasn't what met her eyes.

"Freaky," she contributed. "She could be my twin, yeah. Is this some kind of joke?"

[boneyard_girl]

"If it is, ain't no one told me the punch line," Ada offered helpfully. "...you sure you didn't get in a tussle with a little green thing? Pointy teeth, likes to bite?"

It could still be a gremlin bite for all Ada knew, since this 'Sarah' was so much like Cosima that it was creepy.

[sciclone]

Sarah gave Ada a very confused look.

"No. That a thing that happens here, too?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Local critter, its saliva causes temporary memory loss and hallucinations or something," Ada said with a shrug. "So, if you got bit, it might be you're Cosima and confused, or it'd explain why you don't remember how you got here. But if you ain't got bite marks that's right out."

[sciclone]

Sarah frowned thoughtfully. "I don't think so. Nothing's sore."