#aggie001.

[ziggyturner]

who: @aggieturner

when: march 24th, mid-morning

where: atrium

after an early morning breakfast with his best friend, he thought he'd make his way downstairs to greet beau once he was done catching up with everyone. ziggy had been on and off hoarding his attention since they'd arrived at the wexley. they would say they felt bad for it, but they truly did not. they hadn't felt bad for stealing beau or ember's time. these people had almost half a year with their people, they'd hardly had two weeks. ziggy wasn't quite ready to go back in the diner, but the atrium might be alright. they were chastising themselves for being so reactive to their surroundings. this wasn't who they were, not really. normally they were so easygoing.

perhaps the media room would have something to distract them — wait, was that agnes? ziggy paused their step, halfway across the atrium now. it couldn't be, could it? she wouldn't have been on a cruise. would she have been on a yacht? no. well, maybe. they turned back to look toward the diner, expecting to see nothing but a stranger. that's not what he saw at all, though. what, or rather, who he saw was his sister. that was aggie. aggie was next to the diner. why didn't they tell him she was here?

"aggie..." they said her name at regular volume, coaxing their feet to move toward her. "aggie!" they called loudly across the room and ran towards her, his hand reaching for her shoulder. "aggie, it's you. oh my god, it's really you! what are you doing here?"

[odiedotdottieodette]

@aggieturner continued from here.

as much as odd always wanted to learn sign language it never was able to pick it up fluently. when it was younger it would use bsl to communicate simple things, like eat, drink, more, done, mum, dad, etc. perhaps now that it was around several people who used it, she would pick it up. the language worked much better with how odette's brain worked. visual, instead of auditory.

"it's perfect, like you!" she grinned and bounced in place. "now where to put it?" odie tapped a chipped neon green nail against her lips as she turned. "oh! perfect!" the bulletin board already had pins there and everything. dot raised on tip toes to jab the pin into the small stack of photos, leaving the red queen's on the top for people to flip through if they really wanted to ( though she doubted they would ).

"you're aggie, right? like agnes de mille?" long before both their time but odd had a thing for old programming and remembered the dancer pristinely floating in black and white. it had gone to a live ballet based on her orginal choreography when its father came to visit. despite the years of damage and healing, it stuck out as one of the most vivid and crucial memory.