boomtown, canon is orphan black

[becomeus]

 Right, dipshit.  If you're going to make me do this, you need to figure out what you're going to do with me.  Do you even know who I am? I sure as hell don't, so I do not see how you possibly could. 

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[geekmonkey]

Dude.

Beth?

[becomeus]

Who else?

...don't answer that.

Hello, Cosima.

[geekmonkey]

But — Wow. Hey. You're — you know, here.

Which is, like, totally awesome, don't get me wrong. It's just ... wow, really good to see you.

[becomeus]

I am, I'm here. And sooner or later, if she has her way, I'll be there. But only if she can figure shit out, because I am tired of having my life dictated by outside forces and my own genetics.

[geekmonkey]

I know. Trust me, — I totally get it.

Unfortunately, they do that. A lot. But sometimes I think they might be right, you know? Like, kind of a getaway.

[ If anyone wants to get away, it's Cosima. ]

[becomeus]

If anyone would, it'd be you. Smart girl, all that.

This place does seem like a good place for that. Getting away. Starting over.

[geekmonkey]

Well, yeah. It's just, a lot of things have happened.

They've thought up worse scenarios.

[becomeus]

Yeah, like what?

This is true.

[geekmonkey]

It's ... complicated.

[becomeus]

Isn't it always.

[geekmonkey]

While you were — away, we sort of, well.

We got answers, Beth.

[becomeus]

Away. That's a nice way to put it.

You did.

[geekmonkey]

I don't know how much your muppeteer's filled you in, but — they're not good.

[becomeus]

She's intent on keeping a lot of it from me. How not good?

[geekmonkey]

Yeah, they have a way of doing that.

Abridged? Very not good. There's more to it than we ever could have imagined.

[becomeus]

Like Maggie Chen and her group of nuts?

[gotodeadguy]

You don't know who you are? Do you mean philosophically, or literally?

[becomeus]

Philosophically.

[gotodeadguy]

Got it. That's probably a lot less awkward at parties than 'Hi, who are you? Me? I dunno?'.

[becomeus]

No kidding.

[gotodeadguy]

Not to belittle any emotional turmoil you may be going through. I can definitely empathize with, uh, life changes, you know: having to figure out how to do you. Amnesia might actually be easier. We could probably have helped you with that.

[becomeus]

"We"?

[gotodeadguy]

My partner and I. Sorry, I'm Marcus: hi. Private detective. We do the usual cheating spouses and missing persons, but we really specialize in cases that are, uh, off the beaten track.

[becomeus]

How far off?

[gotodeadguy]

I'm going to say: very?

[becomeus]

Clones?

[gotodeadguy]

What about clones?

[becomeus]

Can you go that far?

[gotodeadguy]

Are we talking about, like, sheep, or...?

[becomeus]

Why the fuck would I care about cloned sheep.

[gotodeadguy]

Hey, I don't know. Maybe there's money in cloned sheep. Maybe something is mysteriously eating your cloned sheep. Maybe your cloned sheep are mysteriously eating...something...people-shaped. Whatever. Yes. Clones. Sure, we can do clones.

[becomeus]

If cloned sheep are eating people, then I can't imagine what the hell that'd mean for the rest of us.

Good to know.

[gotodeadguy]

It was just a routine possession.

[becomeus]

...uh huh.

[gotodeadguy]

Is a joke! I just made. Ha ha. No one needs to worry about demonic sheep. Anymore.

[becomeus]

[Beth just raises an eyebrow at him. Suspiciously.]

[gotodeadguy]

[Marcus blinks back at her. Nervously.]

[becomeus]

Right, then.

<-- this face

[soccermom]

Beth?

[ She remains unconvinced! ]

[becomeus]

It sure as hell isn't Katja.

[angelicism]

I know who you are.

[becomeus]

And I know you, I'd wager.

[angelicism]

[ Helena tilts her head, clicking her tongue, teasing. ]

No no no, Elizabeth Childs.

[becomeus]

I know my name, thanks.

[angelicism]

No. Not your real name.

The weak one. [ One hand stands two fingers upright, the other bulldozes and she imitates a screeching sound. She hangs her head, mocks a pout. Her accent drawls: ] Ouch.

[becomeus]

It most certainly is my fucking name.

[Raising an eyebrow]

Right. So you're the bad-batch clone.