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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.]

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About being here?

[She leans her back up against the wall, in good view of the door, and listens, looking actually fairly casual, for her.]

Yeah. And about stuff that happened at home.

Whatever brought them this far.

Right. And a lot 'em have got stuff to be angry about. You gotta listen to 'em. Try to understand.

You know about the network yet?

I know about it, but I don't understand it.

[Eagerly. Anything Tiffany has here would be a huge help.]

You want me to show you?

[She pulls out her own phone.]

People write and record stuff, and other people can read and listen. It's real handy for when you don't wanna leave your room but you still wanna talk to people. I did it earlier. See?

[She presses a button, and her own voice starts playing.]

-- on't say "that was Paris"; I was still getting laid in Paris. ... 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--

[She turns it off.]

So you can do that.

[Furiosa draws her own out, and comes over to her, so Tiffany can start to show her. It's going to need to be hands on, she holds it like she's never had to deal with any kind of small electronic- which to be honest, she hasn't. Even the buttons don't come easy to her.]

How do I listen to it?

[She hands over her phone.]

You press that button.

[The following lesson will probably be painful, ever so slightly, and painstaking, and may be a good test of Tiffany's patience as a warden.]

[But she perseveres! At some point she'll stop to ask--]

I guess you're probably from the past from me, or a whole 'nother planet entirely, if you don't got this stuff at home.

I think we used to. We find scraps of things like this in the sand, where the old cities used to be.

[A little distracted, as she turns the video on and off, on and off.]

So you're, like, from the future?

What year is it?

No one knows. The seasons have gone. Some people count the days as they pass, but that isn't easy.

... So it's after 2013?

I don't know when that was. They were already mostly gone when I was a girl.

[Sorry, Tiffany.]

You could be from another world, I guess. I kinda hope you are.

Oh yeah, did anybody tell you about ports and floods and breaches yet?

Not another warden.

[She'd like Tiffany's perspective, very much.]

But inmates told you?

What did they say?

No- I think, I'm not sure, I think it was mentioned in my arrival briefing, but maybe not very clearly.

[Funny, how all of that is a bit of a blur now.]

Well, ports are when we get off the ship. I have seen two, and one was a good one and the other was awful. Breaches mess with your head and make you think you're someone else, and I think they all send you off the ship too but I've only seen one. And then floods happen a lot more - they're just what we call it when any kind of weird stuff happens.

This whole place is weird stuff.

[She says, which is maybe, maybe a joke if you squint at it just right.]

Yeah, but I'm talking weirder stuff. People growing extra body parts and shit.

[That makes her eyebrows lift.

She wouldn't have anticipated that, no.]

How often?

I don't know. It used to be once or twice a month but things are kinda weird right now. This flood was the first one in a while.

Well, at least I won't have time to get used to anything before it all changes.

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