❀┇@3rdtulpa
Of course THE INSTITUTE was going to catch up with her one day. Their eyes and ears are everywhere, waiting and watching for the right moment. Reporting back like ants to the nest, feeding information to the COLONY. Nobody knows Mags is a synth, nobody knows she’s an ARTIFICIAL human being. A clone, almost, of the real Magnolia. She sounds like the old one, looks like her too. But her famed looks & voice are not her own. All of it’s copied, a double. A mimic. But she didn’t think her ROOTS would track her down to Goodneighbor. She shouldn’t have accepted that singing spot on Diamond City radio. IT’S THE THING THAT GAVE HER AWAY.
When he walks into the THIRD RAIL, she instantly finds herself curious. Eva’s busy on stage, it’s Magnolia’s break, and up until this man’s entry she’d been spending it as she always did; chatting with Charlie, conversing with other patrons. But he’s somewhat familiar. She can’t shake the sense of DÉJÀ VU that washes over her, cloaks her mind & SMOTHERS IT in doubt. And like a moth to the flickering flame of candlelight, the flower finds herself drawn in by his darkness, his aura, picking up her water and moving to approach his table. She has no idea this man knows WHAT she is. She has no idea where he’s from, or what he’s capable of, the canary unknowingly seating itself in the CAT’S JAW.
