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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.]
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.]
Spam
Spam
[But she grins, and curls closer against his side.]
I know we said we were gonna do something, but... can I stay here for a little bit? Like, right here.
Spam
[Platonic cuddling sounds pretty much okay to him, frankly.]
Could watch a film? Then it's like doing somethin'.
Spam
[She points to the loft.]
Spam
[He slides away but only for ease of movement.]
Hope you got some DVDs too, because they ain't exactly pickin' up satellite over here.
Spam
[She even usually remembers to give them back eventually!]
What kind of movies do you like?
Spam
[He pauses briefly and clicks his tongue, lightly surprised that he's feeling comfortable enough to tell the actual truth and not the much safer second or third choices he goes with for his mates.]
That ain't, like, gay code or anything. [Okay, still mildly defensive.] My mum used to watch 'em a lot when I was little.
Spam
I don't got any of those. But if you wanna get one from the library, I can set up the DVD player.
Spam
[He'll go and scrounge up some crisps or sweets or something while he's at it.]