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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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[She slides one out, then looks around for a lighter.]
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[There's a lighter with them, too -- nothing special, just a crappy little Bic.]
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Should wish up some of these, maybe, before all this goes away.
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When you think that's gonna happen?
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Iris says she can save everyone if that happens, though.
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She doesn't know that even Iris couldn't help any of them, not even herself, for an entire month of torture.]
Who-- who said that? The wreck thing.
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No way. Can't be. You and me-- we got the magic touch just like anybody else. If they knew that, so would we.
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Why, you worried about it too?
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Really?
You sure? 'Cause... she said we ain't at the end yet, but she's still worried about us killing the Barge by accident with too many big wishes.
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[He doesn't look sure at all. He looks angry, and terrified under the anger.]
We haven't even done anything he didn't do first.
[His weapons cabinet. The additions to the gym. He'd brought the shooting range back at Bucky's request. Almost all things that had existed before, just... made new again. He glances around the pool room. Improved, in some places.]
Like, what, twenty feet of plastic fucking tubing is gonna take this place out?
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And she sees the fear in his eyes. He doesn't know either.]
Yeah. You're probably right.
Just ain't used to this kind of violence and danger, is all. I was always more about guns and punching than monsters and special powers.
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[He rubs at the corner of his mouth, distracted, but he gets that. Whatever he thinks of her, they come from similar backgrounds: trashy as fuck normal human backgrounds, complete with guns and punching and normal human prisons.
He just can't forget where his first real taste of monsters and powers came from. He never will. And the idea that anything like that could be happening again-- He breathes in deep, his eyes going darker.]
I see one more fucking hole in the world, though, and I'll kill Arthas myself before I go through it.
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[He's lost his taste for trying to swim today. He knocks back the rest of his Bud in one quick chug and stands to collect his things.]
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[It hadn't exactly been a hole in the world -- not a literal, physical one, like the ones the monsters came through. It had been wreckage, though, and rot, and he knows they had crashed through something when they'd gone. Who's to say they're not headed for the same fate if they're heading for anything?
Who's to say it's not something worse?]
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That.
[And she does remember that conversation - not incredibly well, but enough to know the gist of what had happened. It hadn't given her the same emotional response that experiencing it had given Mickey, of course, but it had sounded terrifying and not at all like something she wanted to go through.]
Well, that... that ain't this, I'm pretty sure. This is something different.
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[He scoffs, flashing something that's almost a smile but not. It's more like baring his teeth.]
You don't know shit.
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