tucky | ♻ 021 | video/spam

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♻ 021 | video/spam

[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?

[spam]

[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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its ok cuz it was worse in real life

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

[She doesn't want to ask. She doesn't, she doesn't.]

i did good?

[Lourdes, every once in a while you remind Tiffany so much of herself that she can't breathe. This is one of those times]

yea you did

i am real thankful for you

okay

[Relief floods her. She hates it.]

you should get really drunk now.

lol

maybe

dont really feel like i need to though

you need or want anything? i dont have my powers anymore but i can see what i can do

tiffany i want to get really drunk please

[She can't wish up drinks anymore. But...]

are you ok with seeing ppl

i can let you in the pub or i got beer in my room

can i come see you?

yea of course

level 6 room 3 doors unlocked

[She's still sitting on the couch in her living room, but she'll have pulled out a six pack by the time Lourdes gets there.]

[She knocks on the door within a couple of minutes, then lets herself in. She really doesn't want to be alone right now.]

[For a moment she just stares at Tiffany, then comes over to sit down next to her on the couch.]

Hi.

. . . Thanks.

Hi.

[She slides the beer over (not taking one herself) and gives Lourdes a companionable little nudge with her knee.]

All the stuff I said back there - I meant it. In there and out here.

[About caring about her. About not leaving her.]

Yeah. I know you did.

[She feels a little bad about it. Just because all this happened doesn't mean she isn't still going to go ahead with the plan, if she can. It just makes it harder, not impossible.]

[She takes the beer and pops the top, then takes a long sip.]

I wish you'd been with somebody better than me.

I wish you hadn't had to see all that. But except for that, I don't regret that it was you.

If it'd been my memory, it would've been something just as bad.

Then I'm glad it was mine.

[Because she's here by choice, and Lourdes isn't. She can leave and stop subjecting herself to all this if she wants, but Lourdes can't.]

And I hope we never get a flood where people have to see yours, 'cause I think anything bad you did or had happen to you - it's only yours to tell. And only if you want to.

[She's parroting Ivy a little bit, now.]

[She shoots Tiffany an unreadable expression for a moment, then nods and turns back to her beer.]

I already told you everything.

[Well, almost everything.]

I weren't trying to hint that I wanted you to tell me more. I mean it, it's up to you.

But I told you almost everything, too. Almost everything I did, anyway. And I think you're more dangerous than I ever was, but I don't like you any less.

You should be afraid of me. I don't understand why you aren't.

[It's refreshing, but she also wants Tiffany to be afraid, a little bit.]

'Cause of your powers or 'cause of other stuff?

All of it.

Mm.

I guess I might be a little bit afraid of what you can do? But I ain't afraid in a way that turns me off.

You're afraid in a way that makes you want to give me beer.

[She laughs.]

I ain't trying to buy your favor or nothing. Not trying to butter you up.

I know that. I think I know that.

It's pretty weird. [That she isn't.]

Why, is that what people usually do with you? They're so scared that they're nice just so you won't hurt 'em?