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[tucky]

[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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[formerself]

[Not flinching is an effort, but he manages it, just about.]

Shit.

What...what'd you do?

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[tucky]

We tried to escape. We did, finally, but then it just brought us back.

We... killed her. Again.

[Lourdes had killed her, without any input or help from Tiffany, but she doesn't want to tell Eggsy that.]

It worked. I don't know why it worked. Kinda feels like it shouldn't have.

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[formerself]

[Eggsy doesn't know what to say to that - or, there's too much that he's afraid to say - so what he does is put his can to one side and pull her into a hug.]

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[tucky]

[She scoots up against him and hugs right back.]

I told you I killed someone - even though it was a fake someone - and here you are hugging me.

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[formerself]

Yeah.

[He squeezes her shoulders.]

Looks that way.

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[tucky]

[She reaches for his hand and threads her fingers through his.]

The girl I was with. I had to ask her to do something bad to me that she didn't want to do.

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[formerself]

Yeah?

[He doesn't ask what, but he knows she's going to tell him. He just has to give her the time and space to do it.]

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[tucky]

When I started to figure out how we were maybe supposed to do things, I said she should stab me with a needle - medication - the way the doctor was telling her to. She said no. I didn't force her or nothing, but I said she should.

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[formerself]

You did what you had to do to fix it, yeah? To get out.

I know that don't make it better, but - you might not've had a choice.

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[tucky]

Maybe, but I wish I hadn't had to do it, you know?

[She tucks closer.]

I never wanted to protect someone like I want to protect her.

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[formerself]

[He just holds onto her, a careful firm embrace with one arm while he grips onto her hand with the other.]

You're a sweetheart, Tiff. I'm sorry that shit happened to you.

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[tucky]

I'm still getting used to being sweet. You gotta know, I wasn't always before.

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[formerself]

Yeah, well. I wasn't always the fine upstandin' gentleman you see before you today, neither.

[Eggsy smiles grimly, because fine upstanding gentleman or not, he doesn't exactly dress (or sound) to type.]

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[tucky]

Sounds like we both learned some stuff.

So what do you wanna do?

[She's rather partial to sitting around and being held, but she has a feeling Eggsy might want to find something a little more interesting.]

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[formerself]

[He does and he doesn't. Just holding her is honestly as nice as he feels like he needs.

Or deserves, come to that.]

Sorry. S'pose I ain't cheerin' you up like this.

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[tucky]

[She shifts a little so she can look up at him.]

You kidding? Yeah, you are.

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[formerself]

[He just smiles, looking as fucking exhausted as he feels for a moment, then kisses her cheek. Looks her in the eye as his smile fades.]

Hope so. Definitely didn't wanna come here an' make you feel worse, did I.

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[tucky]

[She smiles back, and considers turning her head and kissing his mouth while he's down there, but she's a little less impulsive now than she used to be.]

You wouldn't do that. You're a sweet guy too, Eggsy.

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[formerself]

...I ain't that sweet. I wasn't - honest with you, really. My memory -

[He hesitates, for a moment. It's hard to know if he's going to make this worse for her, or just let her know she's not completely alone.]

It was boring. Just a day at work. Only it was...the difference was that one of the people was there who I made my deal for.

He...he's dead, at home.

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[tucky]

Was it your fault?

[Her words are blunt, but her tone is gentle and nonjudgemental.]

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[formerself]

[He shakes his head.]

...No.

[It took him a while to make his peace with that. He watched it happen and he couldn't do anything about it; that made it feel like his fault.]

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[tucky]

Then I don't see how that makes you a bad person. And even if it was your fault, I bet I've done worse.

You wanna talk about it?

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[formerself]

[Well, he never said he was a bad person. But he was reunited with the person he respected and trusted most in all the world, and shot him in the fucking head on the offchance that it'd get him and Jimmy out of some endless Groundhog Day bullshit. And it feels like it's eating him up from the inside out and no amount of 'didn't have a choice' rationalisation is helping.

In retrospect, it would have been a hundred times worse if it hadn't worked.]

Nah. It's done, innit. Just more Barge bollocks.

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[tucky]

[This time she leans up to kiss his cheek.]

Yeah. Barge bollocks. It's done and it weren't even real in the first place.

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[formerself]

[There's a pause while that's sinking in and then he lets out a small, quiet laugh at hearing that word in her accent.]

That's fucking adorable, Tiff. Say 'wanker'.