♻ 004 | video/spam

[tucky]

[video]

[After the first night of intense, violent nightmares, Tiffany appears on the network looking alert and wild-eyed. She hasn't gotten much rest, but she's running on adrenalin, so it's not showing just yet.]

Something ain't right here.

I know-- I know y'all like to talk about death a lot. All the inmates are dead, and we died before we came here, and it's because we are vile sinners that we were brought to the Barge instead of ascending to heaven.

[Absolutely no one she's talked to has used the term "vile sinners"; she's adding that bit in on her own.]

And I didn't believe it then, but now-- I understand now; I do. I do. I'm dead and she killed me. She beat me and killed me; knocked out my teeth and probably snapped my neck. I get it, okay? Library girl, pool guy, and Mason were right! And I was wrong. I understand and accept it. I'm ready. So you can stop; I don't need to see anymore. Don't leave me to rot in purgatory. Please--

[Her voice raises suddenly, to a near-shout.]

-- please, please let me in!

[She takes a long, shaky breath, and when she speaks again her voice is quieter.]

Please.

[spam, all week]

[There is definitely something up with Tiffany.

On the first day, it starts small(ish), with her post to the network. She comes out of her room less often than usual, and doesn't show up for meals (not even lunch with Merlin). By day two, she won't be answering calls or texts with anything but apocalyptic Bible verses. By day three, Bibles will start disappearing from the chapel, and shaky, jagged crosses will appear on her cabin door, carved into the wood. Days four and five are going to get ugly, but it'll be mostly internal, because that's when she'll shut down completely: she won't leave her room or look at her phone, she won't eat, she won't even get out of bed. Every sleeping moment will be plagued by gory, horrific nightmares, and every waking moment will be fraught with confusion, grief, and feelings of betrayal. She'll be traumatized, sleep-deprived, and convinced that she's lost the favor of God...

... But she'll be too bone-tired to fight back anymore.]

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

Comments

Spam, Day 3.

[baals]

[It's the crosses that get his attention. He's passed by her door before and those certainly weren't there last time. He reaches out to touch the crosses, trying to figure out just what was used to make them.

After a few moments thought, he knocks on the door. If there's no answer, he tries to open it.]

Spam, Day 3.

[tucky]

[She ignores the knock, but the door is unlocked, and when it opens she doesn't try to shoo him out. She just glances up from where she's sitting on her bed-- face drawn, dark circles under her eyes-- and then looks back down at the open Bible in her lap.]

Spam, Day 3.

[baals]

[He takes a moment to look around her room. It's not any sort of compassion that keeps him there. It's fascination. Devotion always interests him, especially if he can learn how to better gain devotion of others himself. He takes a step forward to try to get an idea just what part of the Bible she's in then look back to her.]

Looking to prove your devotion?

Spam, Day 3.

[tucky]

[Her room looks like your standard fancy hotel room: small, but luxurious. She loves it, but unfortunately, she's too stressed out to appreciate it today.]

I want to return to the fold. I got cast out.

Spam, Day 3.

[baals]

[He doesn't ask, he just finds a place to sit down.]

How will you know when your efforts are successful?

Spam, Day 3.

[tucky]

[And she doesn't try to stop that, either.]

I...

I'll go to heaven, I guess. He'll take me right up.

Spam, Day 3.

[baals]

[He nods, it makes sense to him, in a way.]

You no longer believe you are here for a reason, or has the reason merely changed?

Spam, Day 3.

[tucky]

He always has his reasons.

I thought this was a good place, but it turns out no-- He put me here for punishment. And when I didn't get it and didn't believe I was dead, He sent me the signs He did, to make me realize.

Spam, Day 3.

[baals]

An odd punishment. As the good parts remain, from what I can see. I would have expected more... fire and brimstone. Perhaps I am not looking in the right places. [a sort of joke. to him anyway.]

I assume, by signs, you mean dreams?

Spam, Day 3.

[tucky]

I said I didn't believe I was dead, so He sent me dreams of death to show me wrong.

Spam, Day 3.

[baals]

I have had many dreams of death as of late, yet I am more than aware of my own death. If there is some hidden message in these dreams, I do not see a clear answer.

Spam, Day 3.

[tucky]

Well, I wasn't. Not until now. That's why he's sending them to me, and not you.