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[Tiffany Doggett appears to be moving up in the world. Horatio, Venus, and Tig's posts had sparked the beginnings of "I wonder..." feelings in her; when Venus had asked if anyone had magic powers, she'd experimentally wished for a couple new songs to appear on her iPod - and lo and behold, it had worked.
Two hours later, she's lounging like a queen on one of the poolside chaises, looking cool in a bikini and a pair of designer sunglasses, margarita glass in hand. The clothes folded on the chair beside her look new, too. Behind her, the pool room is noticeably expanded - the ceiling is taller, the pool itself is much bigger, and there's a twenty-foot water slide that empties out into the deep end.
There's also a hot tub.]
Y'all got any requests? I'm feeling generous today.
[Merlin is still in a coma, and she's seriously hating that, spending a good deal of her time hanging around him and fretting. But this? This is a good distraction.]
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[Every good thing has its downside, though, and non-stop wish-granting is no exception. Every so often, the built-up exhaustion will reach a boiling point and Tiffany will quietly vanish, retreating to her room and crawling into bed for days on end. Calls and texts will go unanswered, as will knocks on her door; however, she won't bother locking it, so anyone who tries can wander in. Eventually, she'll start to perk back up, and the process will begin anew.]
[filtered to Dillon, Iris, Mason, and Simon; dated to after Arthas's post]
I been hearing a lot of real, you know, contradictory things right now - mostly about these powers we got and whether or not we should use them. I have heard we could destroy ourselves if we do, and I have heard they're the only way to save ourselves. I'm gonna tell you right now I don't know what the right answer is, and I'm not gonna ask what you think 'cause I bet no one else really knows either.
So I just wanna say, stay safe. I'm... I'm pretty fucking scared right now, as you can probably see, and I I'm feeling the effects from this a little bit. I think I'm just kinda tired, but I don't know. But I love y'all and I want y'all to be okay, so take care of yourselves and tell me if you need anything from me. Anything at all.
[Tiffany Doggett appears to be moving up in the world. Horatio, Venus, and Tig's posts had sparked the beginnings of "I wonder..." feelings in her; when Venus had asked if anyone had magic powers, she'd experimentally wished for a couple new songs to appear on her iPod - and lo and behold, it had worked.
Two hours later, she's lounging like a queen on one of the poolside chaises, looking cool in a bikini and a pair of designer sunglasses, margarita glass in hand. The clothes folded on the chair beside her look new, too. Behind her, the pool room is noticeably expanded - the ceiling is taller, the pool itself is much bigger, and there's a twenty-foot water slide that empties out into the deep end.
There's also a hot tub.]
Y'all got any requests? I'm feeling generous today.
[Merlin is still in a coma, and she's seriously hating that, spending a good deal of her time hanging around him and fretting. But this? This is a good distraction.]
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[Every good thing has its downside, though, and non-stop wish-granting is no exception. Every so often, the built-up exhaustion will reach a boiling point and Tiffany will quietly vanish, retreating to her room and crawling into bed for days on end. Calls and texts will go unanswered, as will knocks on her door; however, she won't bother locking it, so anyone who tries can wander in. Eventually, she'll start to perk back up, and the process will begin anew.]
[filtered to Dillon, Iris, Mason, and Simon; dated to after Arthas's post]
I been hearing a lot of real, you know, contradictory things right now - mostly about these powers we got and whether or not we should use them. I have heard we could destroy ourselves if we do, and I have heard they're the only way to save ourselves. I'm gonna tell you right now I don't know what the right answer is, and I'm not gonna ask what you think 'cause I bet no one else really knows either.
So I just wanna say, stay safe. I'm... I'm pretty fucking scared right now, as you can probably see, and I I'm feeling the effects from this a little bit. I think I'm just kinda tired, but I don't know. But I love y'all and I want y'all to be okay, so take care of yourselves and tell me if you need anything from me. Anything at all.
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... Hey, Simon.
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[This time, at least, he doesn't hesitate to embrace her in return. He draws her close and bends to rest his head against hers for a moment before pulling away.]
Can we sit?
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[There are two chairs now, but she heads for the bed anyway, letting him pick where to sit himself.]
You doing okay?
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Do you like it here now? If you graduated tomorrow, if we said you could go... would you?
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Well... I wouldn't go tomorrow. I'd think about it. But I don't know. I love it here sometimes, but it's awful sometimes, too.
I'd think I'd stay, because of the people. But if you guys weren't here, I'd go.
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[A smile, there and gone too quickly.]
I know what I said while I was... what I said before, but I'm glad you have so many people. I really am.
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[She shifts to look up at him.]
So what did you want to talk about?
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[No one but you can be you, Elena had said. That would normally please him; right now, he sort of hopes it's not true. He lifts his gaze, but keeps it away from her, on the far wall.]
Do you think you'd be okay if one of us left? If... I left?
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Are you going, Simon? Are you leaving the Barge?
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Maybe.
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[It's a gut reaction, said without thinking - and without considering the fact that it might not really be a fair response. So she takes a breath of her own, mirroring his, and puts a hand on his back.]
Simon...
You know I ain't trying to guilt you or nothing. I'm not. It's just that I would really, really, really miss you.
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I don't know if I can stay here anymore. Not with everything that's happened -- not with what I know now.
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I didn't know if I would stay when I first got here. I came to help my people back home, but the Admiral didn't tell me the inmates here were dead, too. When I found out... I was furious. I almost left then and there. Kieren stopped me.
I think I've told you what it's like to be undead in my world, haven't I?
[He looks at her, finally, not lifting his head but turning it enough to see her. There's a hint of the old Simon in his voice, that barely-suppressed righteousness.]
They imprison us. Exploit us. Experiment on us. Everything I've done in my second life has been about putting a stop to that.
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[She frowns.]
Simon, don't tell me you're on Arthas's side. You don't think we should destroy the Barge. Do you?
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[He sits up quickly.]
No, that's not what I meant at all.
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[Relieved, she slumps against him again.]
Then... what did you mean, Simon?
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[Well, this won't sound good now, but there's no other way to put it.]
He's not completely wrong, either. I didn't come here to be part of a machine that does that to people. And...
[He sighs.]
When I decided to stay, I decided I was going to protect you. All of you -- the inmates. That that would make it all right to stay. I've failed in that miserably.
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[She doesn't know Arthas at all, and yet she sounds very sure of herself here.]
You have protected me, Simon. Remember that port? You came for me. I was scared and worried I was making all the wrong choices, and I was praying to God for help - and then there you were. All of a sudden, like you'd been sent by Him.
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I also gave Arthas his magic back. When I was his warden. I thought I was helping him.
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She turns her face against his shoulder, burrowing against his shirt.]
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Iris and Dillon... I don't know that there's anything else I can do for you that they can't.
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