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[Even with the flood over, Tiffany is clearly not well: she's exhausted, broken down, and subdued. Half of her wants to climb into bed and sleep forever; the other half of her is still screaming that she should never sleep again.

But before she does either, she has one public message and several private messages to send.]

If those were really real, I guess there was only one dream about me, because I only... died once. It was at night, out in the snow, and it was cold; there was a prissy-looking blonde lady. I went after her and then she came after me.

Anyone get that one?

[She's not crazy about the idea of people dreaming her life, but if they did, she wants to know about it.]

[warden filter]

I just wanted to say, you don't got to worry about me hurting people anymore. I got it all outta my system.

[She doesn't think about the fact that some (or even most) of the people she's addressing might not have any idea what she's talking about. She just assumes that since they're all wardens, they share most of their information.]

I didn't even do it 'cause I was mad this time; I did it because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. Sometimes… sometimes I look for messages from God too much.

[She offers a wan little smile, clearly forced.]

That guy is a real demon, though; I don't know if y'all know that. He admitted it to me himself. But I know God didn't actually tell me to kill him. I know. Maybe He didn't even tell me to kill that woman back in Litchfield, neither. I've been thinking about that, and...

[... And that's kind of off-topic. She trails off.]

So I won't do it again. No more killing for God.

[Probably. Maybe. She does genuinely mean it when she says that, but that doesn't mean that she won't change her mind later... or that she won't attack someone for completely different reasons, the way she did at least once before she found religion.

Now, though, she just shakes her head, looking down at her hands.]

It didn't even work, anyway. Nothing worked. The dreams stayed.

[filtered to Anya and the Admiral]

I broke the bed. I'm real sorry.

[And she does look sorry. In fact, she looks far more guilty when she talks about this than she looked when she talked about trying to murder Vergil. Her cabin's bed is one of the nicest things anyone has ever given her, and yet she purposefully damaged it. She's practically in tears.]

I understand if you're mad at me, but it weren't because I didn't appreciate it. I was-- I was having a lot of problems, and I needed something sharp, so I took a piece of wood off the headboard. But it still looks real nice; it's just a little banged up, is all. If I can sand it down I can fix it some, maybe.

I still love it, and I don't want you to think I don't. That's all.

[filtered to Barbara, Dillon, Duke, Horatio, Iris, Mason, Merlin, Simon, and Tig]

"May the Lord now show you kindness and faithfulness, and I too will show you the same favor because you have done this." Samuel 2:6.

[filtered to Mason and Tig]

Especially you, 'cause you ain't wardens and it weren't your job to try and help me, but you did it anyway. Thank you.

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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Well said.

[Although he mostly looks worried, because whatever this is, he missed it.]

What happened?

There was a demon and I thought if I slayed him, I would regain God's favor and He would stop the terrible nightmares.

[That's the gist of it, really.]

They were really terrible, Simon.

[He nods. They were. He's not going to deny that.]

Are you all right now?

No.

[The dreams are over, but everything she saw and experienced (well, "experienced") is still lodged firmly in her head.]

You were right. I'm dead.

It's really not a bad state to be in.

...Most of the time. [Because yes, okay, this week was very bad.]

Why don't I look like you?

I honestly don't know. Something different about where we died, maybe, or the way we rose. Before I came here, the only undead I knew all looked the same as me.

Well... where did you die?

Well... England, but I meant more about my world and yours. Everyone that came back in the Rising looks like this.

Are we from different worlds? I mean, mine has an England, too.

Did a hundred thousand undead rise from the grave in 2010 in yours?

... No.

Were you dead a long time before you came here?

[He nods.]

I died in 2009. About five years, now.

You're in the future of me, then.

Different worlds, different times... that's not unusual here.

So it's like parallel universes, right? That kind of thing?

Yeah. I suppose.

I guess it don't matter too much, since we're all here now.

Well... still, if you ever want to tell me about your world, I'd like to hear about it.

It's pretty normal to me. I wouldn't know what to tell.

I dunno. It doesn't have to be now -- I just mean, you know, as part of the 'getting to know you' business, now that we're past the obvious hurdle.

Besides, I don't think I know very much about being in a women's prison. That'd be new.

[She snorts softly.]

It weren't much like this place, I can tell you that.

... But that ain't always a bad thing.

Better quality of dreams?

That's not really funny.

I wasn't really joking. [But he sounds contrite anyway.]

Sorry.

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