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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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?

People don't know how to react to us. Hasn't Dillon ever told you that?

A little bit, I guess. But we don't talk about his world much.

[She scoffs wordlessly, taking another drink.]

Of course not.

You think he should have told me more stuff?

He sneaks around the truth sometimes. That's all. He doesn't own his guilt.

I guess not, 'cause I didn't really know he had all that much to feel guilty about.

But I think it's 'cause I was an inmate and he's a warden, so we was mostly focusing on me.

You should ask him about the castle sometimes. All the people we lied to.

Did he ever hurt you?

We all hurt each other all the time.

Not physically, though, if that's what you mean.

I meant in any way.

Is he kind to you here?

[She shrugs.]

He's Dillon to me here. He likes to think he knows me better than anybody else.

[Probably he does. But it pisses her off.]

He do his, like, mind-reading thing?

... I liked it when he did that to me. Probably ain't real nice to most people, though.

He can't do that to me.

[She'd rip him apart if he tried it.]

Is that good or is it bad?