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[Tiffany - looking worn out, but generally fine - is curled up on her couch as she addresses the network today.]
Me and Lourdes were stuck in the Enclosure, and I guess it was for longer than it felt like it was, 'cause there's four days of rabbit shit all over my room and people are saying it's Saturday. But we're okay. It was-- we're okay. I couldn't've done it without her.
Hey. You guys seeing these ghosty things walking around? They barged right in and started grabbing at me when I tried to wish my room clean. Are they part of the flood? Or... or whatever this is.
[She rubs a hand over her face.]
You think they'd mind if we tried to steer the ship again? Let's try it out. Let's all imagine a port with a lot of bars, filled with guys that really wanna get laid. Don't say "that was Paris"; I was still getting laid in Paris.
[Pause.]
Nah, I'm just kidding; don't wish for a new port or nothing. It's a bad idea, trust me; those things are creepy. I'm too fucking tired to deal with 'em. And I'm worried about the rest of y'all, so check in. Especially if you're still missing - Letty was making broadcasts, so I know some of you can get on.
[filtered to Lourdes]
[Once they've been out for a little while, Tiffany shoots Lourdes a follow-up message.]
thanks again
you doing ok
[filtered to Pietro]
[After her conversation with Lourdes, Tiffany shoots off a quick private message.]
you still want your powers back if you could get em right?
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[After a long rest, Tiffany ventures out of her room and heads out to one of her favorite haunts - the deck. Or that's the plan, anyway. The second she steps onto it she feels the wrongness, the precariousness, the sense that the ship's gravity is going to fail at any moment. She lets out a yell of surprise and throws herself back onto the ship, slamming the door behind her.
It's going to be a long, long time before she feels comfortable enough to go back out there again.]
Me and Lourdes were stuck in the Enclosure, and I guess it was for longer than it felt like it was, 'cause there's four days of rabbit shit all over my room and people are saying it's Saturday. But we're okay. It was-- we're okay. I couldn't've done it without her.
Hey. You guys seeing these ghosty things walking around? They barged right in and started grabbing at me when I tried to wish my room clean. Are they part of the flood? Or... or whatever this is.
[She rubs a hand over her face.]
You think they'd mind if we tried to steer the ship again? Let's try it out. Let's all imagine a port with a lot of bars, filled with guys that really wanna get laid. Don't say "that was Paris"; I was still getting laid in Paris.
[Pause.]
Nah, I'm just kidding; don't wish for a new port or nothing. It's a bad idea, trust me; those things are creepy. I'm too fucking tired to deal with 'em. And I'm worried about the rest of y'all, so check in. Especially if you're still missing - Letty was making broadcasts, so I know some of you can get on.
[filtered to Lourdes]
[Once they've been out for a little while, Tiffany shoots Lourdes a follow-up message.]
thanks again
you doing ok
[filtered to Pietro]
[After her conversation with Lourdes, Tiffany shoots off a quick private message.]
you still want your powers back if you could get em right?
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[After a long rest, Tiffany ventures out of her room and heads out to one of her favorite haunts - the deck. Or that's the plan, anyway. The second she steps onto it she feels the wrongness, the precariousness, the sense that the ship's gravity is going to fail at any moment. She lets out a yell of surprise and throws herself back onto the ship, slamming the door behind her.
It's going to be a long, long time before she feels comfortable enough to go back out there again.]
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sorry you had to do all that shit
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i didnt have anybody on my side and i thought i was gonna be in there forever
im glad i wasnt alone and you did so good
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Her clothes are still dirty, but she is coated in 100% less muck than before.]
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[Her voice is shaky, and she leans her back against the door, as if she's holding it closed.
Then she spots Furiosa.]
Oh. Hey. I scare you?
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What happened?
[Hand resting on the knife at her belt.]
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[She gestures to the deck.]
I felt like I was gonna float away into space.
[Thanks to the anti-gravity flood, she knows there are (or, at least, there used to be) precautions in place for that - but it was a lot scarier today, when it was unexpected.]
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are you ok? were you stuck and when did you get out?
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are you crazy of course i do why wouldnt i
[Of course, he still has to sound like himself.]
why
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what can you do again
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theres a lot of dicks here
dicks everywhere
i have superspeed of course and the senses to match
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if someone says no just to be a dick you really think all the rest of the barge would listen
cuz i dont think they would
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because lots of people dont like me ill have you know maybe even other people you like since you like everyone
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sorry for lateness
you're fine!
a few hours maybe
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