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?

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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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your not sick of cheering me up when im down?

u got me

cheerin up girls is my secret fetish

so you heard me talking about getting laid and it got your radar up, i see how it is

oi, now ur making me sound like a perv

oi, well that aint my fault

but for serious, company is good

want me to come to yours?

yea ok

ill leave the door unlocked

[Eggsy shows up not long after that, carefully nudging the door open. He'd like to be selfless enough that this is entirely about helping Tiffany - it mostly is - but it's partly about distracting himself, too.]

...hey. [He shuts the door behind him.] How're you doing?

[Her cabin, now expanded from the single room she'd had as an inmate, is apartment-sized - the front door opens into a living room, and there are doors off of it that lead to a kitchenette, a bathroom, and her bedroom. There's also a winding staircase up to a little loft area.]

I'm okay. That just weren't a part of my life I felt much like revisiting, you know?

You want a beer or something? Iced tea?

[British people love tea. Iced tea, she assumes, falls into that category.]

Iced tea'd be great, cheers.

[He takes another few steps into the cabin after her, looking around.]

You got an upgrade, yeah? Very nice.

[She grabs a can out of her fridge, tossing it to him.]

Yeah, I did it myself when I had all those powers. It's nicer than any place I ever lived in before, that's for sure.

[He catches easily - iced tea in cans, whatever next? - and cracks it open, taking a swig.]

Nice of 'im to let you keep it. Though he seems kind of, uh...

[Nicer? Ish? Maybe? Or there's just a coat of varnish on the dickery. Hard to tell.]

I dunno. I don't properly remember talkin' to him the first time.

I think it's 'cause I graduated. If I was a warden he probably wouldn't've let me.

... And he seems different, yeah. Real different. Venus thinks it's 'cause of Iris helping so much with her powers.

Could be.

[He knows a lot of people pitched in, himself included, but the new attitude towards pet names is...noticeable. And really, he's perfectly happy for the Admiral not to have picked up any of his vocal tics.]

Long as he hangs around this time, I don't really care. You got your deal with him sorted?

I don't know, I didn't ask him. You think I have to? Maybe he just knows.

Probably. Seems like he knows everything else, dunnit.

[He takes a long pull of his ice tea and tries not to think too deeply about their experiences at the hands of an unseen and apparently omniscient, omnipotent being.]

Don't think it's like you won't get paid if you don't ask.

I ain't too concerned about that anyway. I mean, I want it, but I'd be here even without it so...

[She shrugs, flopping down heavily on the couch.]

... You really had an okay memory for your thing?

[Not for the first time, Eggsy goes through the one-two step of first thinking Tiffany must be insane for having that attitude and then realising that she's probably just a considerably better person than he is.

Case in point: better people don't consistently lie to their friends.]

Yeah, really.

[His face softens.]

You wanna talk about yours? You don't have to.

[He's offering, not asking.]

... I kind of do. A little bit. I don't have to talk about it too much, 'cause I meant it when I said you're probably sick of hearing about my problems all the time.

I ever tell you how I got put in the wacko ward for a little bit once?

[He frowns faintly.]

...I don't think so, no.

[And it's the kind of thing he'd remember.]

... You gonna think I'm crazy, now?

[He shakes his head, answers honestly:]

No, I'm not.

[She smiles.]

Thank you.

I was in there 'cause of a trick. It was just for a couple days - a week, maybe. I don't think it was longer than that. But in the Enclosure, I was back.

[Eggsy winces. True, his vision of American psychiatric care is mostly supplied from The Silence Of The Lambs and Girl, Interrupted and he realises that's probably a skewed perception, but even so...]

Shit. Was it--

[He pauses over how to phrase what he wants to ask without betraying too much.]

For me, there was something there that wasn't right. An' it kept starting over til I fixed it. Was that how it was for you too?

Yeah.

The woman I killed was there.

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