#drn0167dorian

[maldonadonco]

FMD: Dorian, John, Remy

Fuck, Marry, Get Drunk With. Send me 3 names.

"Hmm... that's a difficult one. Are you sure I just can't get drunk with all of them? No?" She sighs. "Marry Dorian. He seems easy enough to get along with. Fuck John. He knows me well enough that he'd probably know what I want even though it would feel very wrong at first. I mean, us being practically siblings and all. And get drunk with Rudy. I assume you meant Rudy and not Remy, as I don't know a Remy."

[maldonadonco]

Imagine-

Everyone from the office who can snag a day off having a big party and watching the playoffs together. For one day everybody sets their petty animosities and arguments aside to cheer for the same team and eat food and just have an all-around good time.

[maldonadonco]

drn-0167-dorian replied to your post:I miss you.

(Ooc) Oh my god the feels! Why did I bring this on myself!asdfghjk Also, your maldonado is perfect

//*cackles* I am all for angst here :P

And thank you asjdflkasjdf I've been SO worried that Sandra's been OOC which is part of the reason why I haven't been on. I've never played a canon character that's been on for more than one episode (on tumblr, anyway). I'm glad she's in character because I just love her a lot.

I'd also love to RP with you, though I'm not good at coming up with plot ideas. Well, I've got one but it's a verse-specific one if you're interested.

[maldonadonco]

I miss you.

Send me “I miss you” to know what my muse will say after 1 year, 5 years, then to 10 years after your muse’s death.

1 year:

"You may not have been a human, but you were the most humane of all of us, sometimes. You were far more than a great machine. You were a great person.”

5 years:

"John just retired. Yeah, retired. I didn’t think he’d make it this long, either. Didn’t think either of us would, really. You’d be proud of him, though. He was a good cop. He did his best work with you. Never liked any of his partners after that. At least we have an argument to look into commissioning DRNs again, or at least a model like them."

10 years:

"Tomorrow’s my last day. I’ve served this city for most of my life. And now I’m dying. Not a bullet or a bomb, but a disease with no cure. I don’t know where you go after you die, or if synthetic souls are close enough to a soul to go anywhere, but if you’re out there, maybe I’ll see you soon." She chuckled dryly. "Old age has made me sentimental, I suppose."