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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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?

It's good. I don't want him to read my mind.

But he can feel me in other ways. I can feel him. It's--

[She presses a hand to her chest, unsure how to describe it, awash in the sense-memory of being near Dillon, of touching him, of understanding him.]

Oppressive, almost, like someone standing too close. But when I breathe in, he breathes out. When he's hurt, I can feel it. When he calls out, I can feel it. When he's close, I know he's close, and I . . .

[Feel better, she thinks, but bites it off at the end.]

... I'm sorry.

I guess I probably wouldn't like it much either, if it was all the time and I couldn't make it stop when I wanted.

It stopped for a while when I first got here. But then he put it back.

Did you want him to?

[As they talk, Tiffany's rabbit wanders into the room, hopping over and sniffing Lourdes's foot.]

I . . . I don't know. Sort of? It all happened really fast.

[She lifts up her feet and tucks them under her, looking at Tiffany quizzically.]

Why does everybody have pets here?

I don't know. Pet therapy, maybe? I just got him; a guy I was sleeping with gave him to me when he left.

Scott has one, too. A dog.

Some guy just gave you his rabbit?

He wasn't just some guy. He was my friend. My really good friend.

Oh. The way you said it . . .

[She bites her lip.]

Sorry. I don't really get attached to the people I sleep with.

Nah, it's okay. I do sometimes and not other times. And we weren't dating or nothing.

... Dillon should've asked you before he put that thing back. It weren't right if he didn't.

He didn't not ask, it just seemed like . . . something that was going to happen either way. He said it was unnatural not to have it.

He should've asked better, 'cause it was your choice. It ain't fair for it to seem like something that's gonna happen either way.

Are you angry?

... I don't think so.

[She sort of recognizes that she's thinking back to her conversation with Ivy about consent, and subsequently projecting a bit.]

I don't know. Not really. I'd probably be angrier if you was angry, or upset.

I'm not angry. I'm.

I missed him when I couldn't feel him.

[It's complicated.]

Do y'all love each other?

He's a part of me.

[It's not really an answer, but she doesn't know how to answer that question.]

Does he make you feel like you belong to something?