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 Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 3:00 pm
One day, not long after they all returned from their mission to observe Insanity, the statue bearing Mimsy's likeness was in her corner of the room.
She hadn't asked, nor did she explain what it was doing there. She didn't even acknowledge it, too focused on analyzing a particular set of readings she'd gotten from a floor scraping in that strange house. Even more of her time was spent in the labs, desperate to find some reason for why they now had a third occupant in their room.
Its vacant eyes stared out in some paralyzed mixture of fright and annoyance, fixated on the air just past the door. The stone form was really as exact a copy as anyone could possibly create - except for the small chunk of stone hair missing from a portion of her bangs, of course. It had been neither accounted for nor recovered, as far as she knew.
It never moved. Just watched.
Probably.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 3:11 pm
Kostya wasn't proud of it, but the first time he had seen the statue, he'd yelped like a tiny dog.
Mimsy never spoke of it, and the Russian didn't think it was his place to ask about its origins...but that didn't mean he had to like it.
So he ignored it. Or tried to. It watched him while he was changing, while he was reading. While he was sleeping.
He could only deal with it for two days before carefully draping a clean sheet over her head, hiding that unnerving stare.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 4:22 pm
Three days after bribing someone to haul the statue into the room, Mimsy saw a ghost.
She dropped her notebook, pen, and clipboard and leapt backward from the room, hand extended to summon Svensyl, who was...
...laughing.
Damn it.
<Bedclothing is scaaary!> he teased, while she frowned and collected her things. With the door closed behind her and the lights switched on, the poltergeist was very clearly just a sheet-covered statue of herself. She hid a twitch of a smile behind her notebook.
Her poor roommate. She could only imagine the fright her rocky likeness must have given him, if a sheet startled her so much.
She tugged the sheet off of it and draped it over her stone shoulders, turning the statue around to face the corner with some difficulty. Hopefully now Kostya would forgive her for dragging such strange decor into their home.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 11:25 pm
Nothing Yet Text to Mimsy from Dwight:Hey, has anything strange been sent to you lately? Like something that maybe should have been sent to me? I think there might have been a mix-up.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 1:01 am
The statue had moved. It had been facing outwards before his session in the labs, but.
Now it was moving on its own. It was like it had taken on life, perhaps it was secretly a specimen of the Weeping Angels. Perhaps Mimsy herself was the human form of one.
With deliberation, he wrote out a note on a post-it in rough English.
It read:
I know what you are.
With deliberation, Konstantin put it on the wall in front of the statue, right where its eyes would be, since it was turned to face it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 9:12 pm
lizbot Text from Mimsy to Dwight:I have not received any anime pornography or poorly-developed candid photographs of me in the shower. So, no.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 9:27 pm
Nothing Yet Text to Mimsy from Dwight: Oh, don't worry, I got those last month. This is something larger!
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:15 pm
Something larger? Svensyl set to work at filling her mind with horrifyingly phallic imagery. Disgusted, Mimsy threw the phone across the room as she entered, sending it skidding across the floor until the statue's feet stopped it. She had no intention of returning Dwight's text, but something did catch her eye as she moved to retrieve the device. "I...know what you are?" she read aloud, peering at the note. Considering the context of that missing delivery and this, it was an alarming situation, to say the least. Shuddering, she flipped the note over and used the pen she'd tucked behind her ear to write a response to be taped to the statue: YOU ARE INCORRECT.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 2:50 am
It took a day or two for Konstantin to notice the change in the sign. After all: he avoided looking at it for long stretches at a time. If he could, the Moon hunter completely forgot it was there.
And then he looked.
Fortunately for Kostya, Mimsy was off in a lab. Frozen, Kostya squinted at it, eyes watering with the effort not to move.
He lurched forward, ripping the paper off the statue with a vigorous yank, keeping his back away from the Mimsy doppelganger. Worrying at his lower lip, the Russian grabbed a new sheet of paper from his corner of the room. On it, he wrote, in red sharpie,
BUT THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY.
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 7:10 pm
The phone managed to survive its trip across the room, but Mimsy refused to touch it or check her messages for the next two days, just to ensure that Svensyl gained no new ammunition. It was not the most intelligent decisions, but everything seemed relatively quiet, and she was fortunate enough to not be needed for anything important. At least, nothing that she'd heard about. She kept herself busy with tests and research and theories regarding the transfer of consciousness to inanimate objects, and her thoughts were not on the statue for a long time - until it became relevant in one particular theory, which required closer examination. There was another note on it. How did he keep getting into her room? She tore a page from her notebook and left a new note: I WILL BE KEEPING A CLOSER EYE ON YOU.
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 12:56 pm
A man could only be so strong in the face of a supernatural adversary.
In polite writing, Konstantin wrote two words on a starch white piece of paper:
"I SURRENDER."
After that, he would later go on to purchase a sleep mask, and cover up the statue's eyes politely, and never speak of the messages ever again.
(He would also check, every night, to ensure it had not moved.)
(Just in case.)
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