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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?
[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.]
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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just we talked about some stuff like this and i told her maybe you could help her
[Yup. Totally innocent here.]
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but if thats why youre asking about this thanks
and if she hasnt asked yet she might so please
listen i guess
shes as bad off as i am with this shit or worse
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[Because he's not... grateful or anything. Not in a way he can say out loud.]