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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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And I know wardens who've been through tough shit. Like... most of 'em, actually. Not even just the ones who used to be inmates.
[She thinks of Merlin, here, and Simon. Dillon, too. She doesn't know all - or even that many of - the details, but terrible things had happened to all of them back on their worlds, and it colors them even now.]
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[He crushes the empty beer can and reaches for a new one. It'd be nice to just let go of the past, but he can't. Sometimes he manages not to think about it, and that's the best he can do. Even if he tried his goddamn hardest to forget, it'd still be there in his dreams, keeping him up at night.
And there's still the stone around his neck, marking him as Flagg's man.]
But you're right, I know some wardens who've been through shit, too. [Venus and her mom, Letty getting killed by that cartel guy, Horatio losing his arm and foot to a psycho.] I guess they must've found a way out, or had somebody to pull 'em out. They didn't stay buried under all that shit.
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[She feels like that's what it's doing for her, anyway.]
But I... yeah. I haven't forgotten the bad stuff from my past. It still gets at me, sometimes.