Time Warp: I Need a Saviour (Pencyer)

[Sawyer Lynn]

"Don't blame her," Sawyer snapped a little, though it wasn't out of spite. "It's nobody's fault." She reasoned. "Well, technically it's Michael and your mother's faults for wanting something you two clearly didn't want and..." the voice mimic stopped when she realised her voice was thinning at the end.

Clearing her throat, she looked back up at the two and sighed. "I'm not apologising for anything I may say or do during this time. Lemme tell you that." She laughed, a little manically.

The look that transpired between the Brit and the Australian was lost on Sawyer and she didn't attempt to decode it, leaving it to the couple. What she was worried about now was what she had to say to the crowd after all this was done. What in the hell was she supposed to say to Mrs. Blaise? She shuddered at the thought.

"You two are not getting out of this room." Sawyer held a hand up to Lucy, rolling her eyes at the tatted up meta's question. And then the hint to a question. She was deeply flattered but this wasn't exactly the time to think about anything else. "I'll get your things," she told Penelope before turning back to Lucy. "All your stuff is here ri- Wait..." Sawyer paused before realisation dawned on her once more. "You're...leaving immediately after the solemnisation." Her voice trailed, looking at both of them, a little desperate.

She just realised what this would mean to Rowan.

"Fuck, no. Not going to think about that. Just...you pack your things, I'll bring Pen's over. Just..." she paused again and took a deep breath before looking over her best friends again. "You're absolutely sure you want to do this?"

But before she heard the answer, Sawyer took her phone out from her cleavage and dialled Michael's number. "They're both getting ready, but they'll be a little late...no it's not going to hold anything up...bitch please stop your yapping...yes I know how important today...they'll be fucking ready Blaise! Just tell your mother not to worry and everything is going according to plan. Yeah yeah fine." She pressed on the end call button harder than she had to and picked up the bottom half of the dress.

"Hey, lock the door behind me, would ya?" She turned to the couple before peeking out to see if anybody was around. At the all clear, Sawyer slipped out.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny raised her eyebrows as her counterpart blatantly threw her under the bus. And she was going to marry this girl? The corner of her lip pulled up slightly. Of course she was.

She couldn’t argue the statement, however. It was her idea. However, her partner was the one that agreed to it. She opened her mouth to speak, but Sawyer had cut in to her defense. Penny shot a smile to the voice mimic. “It’s oka—“

Her gaze was drawn back to Lucy as the ink manipulator ran a hand through her hair, Penny knew by the way she done so that Lucy was thinking things through. She was determined to make it work.

When asked if she had brought anything, Penny gave Lucy’s hand a light squeeze of reassurance, but before she could verbally say anything, she was shot with another question. This one caused the Brit to press her lips into a hard line.

“Lov—“

Sawyer was also determined, it seemed as she informed them that Penny couldn’t go get her things. “I don’t—“

Penny fell silent again as Lucy addressed Sawyer. The psychometrist was well aware by now that sometimes it was impossible to get in a word with these two, even when they weren’t distraught.

Penelope shifted her gaze back to Sawyer. There was a pause, the perfect opportunity for her to get what she needed to say in. But she missed it, a flash of concern taking her features at Sawyer’s desperation.

And the moment was lost. Sawyer was back on track. “Yes, but—“ Penny let out a sigh. Why did either of these two ask questions if they weren’t going to wait for the answer?

Even in this mess, Penny couldn’t help but to smile the way Sawyer manhandled Michael. The older Blaise was determined about this wedding, yes, but they both knew he would have been seriously struggling without the voice mimic.

“Sawy—“ The phone call ended quickly enough, and once again Penny had tried to say something, but before she could get it out, Sawyer was out the door. Penny’s eyes widened as she slipped out.

Another sigh. Penelope turned to Lucy, bringing a hand up to the ink manipulator’s jaw. She shook her head in amusement and light frustration.

“Everything is in the car.”

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

It was the way things worked when it came to Sawyer and Lucy - anyone else was lucky to get a word in edge wise. Lucy scoffed at the notion of Sawyer having an apologetic nature when it came to this - as if she expected anything less than what she'd offered. "It's a little bit her fault." Lucy pointed out. Because it was true.

Her dark eyes turned their gaze sharply to the hand stretched out towards her, stopping her in her tracks completely. She felt stuck, suddenly. But she didn't fight it.

She stared back at Sawyer as the realisation suddenly hit her eyes. At least, leaving straight after had been Lucy's assumed intention. She'd briefly looked towards Penny who was still failing to get a decent word in. Lucy had all but written her helpful status off completely by this point.

Being out-rightly questioned about it caused Lucy to drop her jaw, intent on answering as best she could since one of them needed to find the words. But she (thankfully) didn't get the chance. After swapping a obvious, purposeful look to her best friend's flawless cleavage - because really, how could she not look - she finally dragged her eyes to her face and watched the way she handled the conversation over the phone.

When Sawyer finally left, Lucy moved with every intention of locking the door behind her as she requested, but her attention was drawn elsewhere by the seemingly silent entity in the room. As her hand found the ink manipulator's jaw, Lucy instinctively felt her features soften underneath her gaze. It was unfair that Penny had such strength over her, but she loved it all the same.

Still, her eyes widened at the news, surprise colouring her features. She reached up and curled her fingers around the hand that captivated her face, intent on drawing it away. But she couldn't.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lucy asked her, trying her best not to let the evident smile become quite so. Just when she was sure she had this woman figured out, she proved herself to be more perfect. Leaning forward, Lucy kissed her again - this time with much more intention and purpose. She wanted to make it clear that damn, if she had the time to appreciate her in the usual way, she most definitely would be right in that moment.

But as she drew back, she had to pull the door open to at least try and call after Sawyer again. "Oi!" She called out instinctively, significantly loudly considering how subtle this was supposed to be. When the voice mimic finally reached them again, she tilted her head towards the psychometrist; "This bitch has everything already."

[Sawyer Lynn]

For all the good she thought she was doing for what was happening, or rather, about to happen, Sawyer's problem was that she never thought things through. Had she at least stopped and given either Lucy or Penelope the chance to talk, she wouldn't have had to trip over her dress twice to get to the other side of the building only to be called back and basically told her falls had been in vain.

"Holy fuck I hate this dress." Sawyer cursed under her breath and walked back to the room only to stare at Penelope at the revelation. "Wow...you've...thought this through." Sawyer couldn't help the smile that itched at her lips.

"Let me in. I need to get out of this fucking dress." She pushed past Lucy to find something sharp to cut the bottom half of the dress.

Finding a letter opener, she slit the dress at her knee and tore the rest off. "Haaa my legs can breathe!" She kicked one leg up and turned back to her friends. "Okay. We're gonna have to hurry up. If I didn't know any better, tanktop, I'd say your brother was a telepath. Or a retrocog. Either way, he's insane." She shook her head and peeked out of the room to find that it was empty.

"Okay ya pussywillows, ready to elope?"

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny raised an eyebrow at Lucy's surprised expression. Did she really think that Penny hadn't thought this through? The girl rarely went into anything blindly. Not to mention, she assumed that her counterpart would do exactly what she did – attempt to pull it together all while trying not to completely freak out. An amused smile tugged at her lips as Lucy spoke. She opened her mouth to ask if the Australian even noticed that her passport had been missing, but before she could get a word out, she was stopped with a kiss.

At least this time she didn't mind being interrupted.

Penny's hand slid to the back of Lucy's neck, pulling the ink manipulator in closer to herself. She reciprocated the kiss with just as much intention, and her free hand instinctively grabbed at Lucy's shirt, giving it a tug.

As Lucy pulled away, Penelope seriously considered telling her to let Sawyer look for her things. She took in a breath; there would be time for that later.

Regardless, it didn't stop her from rolling her eyes at how Lucy shouted out to Sawyer. She was always conspicuous, but it was one of the many things that Penelope loved about the Australian. She was loud by nature.

When Sawyer returned to them, Penny raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Of course I thought it out.” Was this really a shocking concept?

The Brit watched as Sawyer struggled with her dress, her amusement of the situation at hand growing. “There are an extra pair of pants--”

Her eyes widened as she watched the fabric tear. She pressed her lips into a hard line, trying to hide the visible pain she felt just from seeing the material get slit into. “...in the closet.” She didn't even know why she bothered to finish her statement. It seemed Sawyer was on a roll, too. Penny narrowed her eyes at the nickname, “Are you ever going to drop that? Not even for my wedding day?”

It wasn't until Sawyer had made a joke about her brother that Penny even took into consideration Micheal's ability. She took in a quick breath. Having a brother with remote-viewing was...a potential problem. Knowing him, he wouldn't use it to make sure everything was okay, but then again, the wedding had made him a little insane, as the voice mimic stated. “We should go.”

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy distinctively wished she wasn't of such a sound mind; it would have been so easy to just lose herself in that moment. Sawyer could have been left wandering around searching for a time, and she could have indulged in the way her counterpart pulled at her clothes and kissed her fiercely. She took the briefest of moments to search over her expression - to make sure they were on the same page before she actually moved to call her best friend back.

"You couldn't bloody well talk about it, but you could plan it on your own?" Lucy shot towards her. Here they were trying to come up with a plan, and it'd been there all along.

Dragging Sawyer back in, Lucy closed the door behind her and watched with her own brand of humour as the way she physically moved to cut herself out of the dress. Penny tried to interject, but the Australian made a point of shaking her head and pressing her index finger to the Brit's mouth. There was no point in finishing that sentence. It was happening. It did happen. And it was awesome.

Laughing to herself at the ancient nickname her best friend used, Lucy rolled her shoulders back.

"Honestly? I reckon you look a hell of a lot better this way." Lucy interjected with a grin, pressing a hand to Sawyer's shoulder. "Now, stop fucking talking about going and go."

She edged her best friend forward, towards the door. After all, she was officially leading this now.

[Sawyer Lynn]

Not at all aware, though kind of suspecting that Penelope would say something, Sawyer made quick work of her cutting. And even as the Psychometrist finished her sentence, Sawyer was already enjoying her freedom without the extra layer around her legs.

"No, pants won't let me show off my newly shaven legs. See, smooth as a baby's bottom." She gestured to her legs before snorting at Penelope's question. "I'm never dropping that especially on your elopement day." She gave both her friends a shit-eating grin she never thought she had to ever whip out when she grew up.

"Gaddamn girlfriend, keep it in your pants and we're going, we're going! Jeeeesus. It's like you can't wait to disappoint your guests or something." Sawyer made a last dig at their plans before getting out of the room to check the surroundings.

Forgetting to get her shoes, Sawyer led the ragtag team out of the building safely. Shoes, who needed shoes when you're about to help your two best friends get married?

[Thassa wrap pussywillows]