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[tucky]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Tiffany's door.]

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[spam]

[tucky]

[Knock knock knock on Mason's door! She crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe, trying not to look too frustrated.]

[spam]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason, equally frustrated at his own inability to understand anything, opens the door, his face in a squint]

...What's all this about, then?

[text - 6/17?]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

This is you actually mad at me, isn't it?

[text - does 6/16 work? the event starts on the 17th]

[tucky]

bye means goodbye it means im not talking to you anymore.

[tucky]

[After leaving Simon's cabin, Tiffany high-tails it back to her own. She's a whirlwind of emotions: everything from her ordeal with Sylvanas, which she hasn't even come close to fully dealing with yet; the powers and inmate rights debates, which she'd accidentally sparked off and then almost immediately felt completely overwhelmed by; and now this.

She enters her cabin, shuts the door behind her, and leans against it, closing her eyes and sliding down to the floor. She's not crying, but she thinks she's probably close to it.]

Fuck.

[gulosity]

[Lourdes is on the bed. When she hears Tiffany come in, she jumps up and speeds to her side, stopping just short of reaching out to touch her.]

. . . Tiffany? What's going on?

[tucky]

[Tiffany has a special relationship with the deck. The view is at once terrifying and beautiful, and the knowledge that the ship's (occasionally faulty) gravity field is the only thing keeping her from floating away is always in the back of her mind. Sometimes that scares her away. Today, it doesn't. Above all, the deck makes her feel small - and right now, that's a good thing. She wants to get lost in the stars.

She sees Beyond, but for once she isn't chatty; she gives him a little nod and a quiet hey as she goes to sit down on one of the benches.]

[recinerate]

[beyond doesn't particularly enjoy feeling small - he had enough of that in his life before death, he thinks - but the deck is an open-air space, and after a year and a half imprisoned, both by a cell and his marred body, beyond has found a new appreciation for any open space, even one that makes him feel small.

so he comes here to think, to breathe, when the walls inside begin to close in on him. sometimes he smokes one of the cigarettes from the pack cassel gave him - like he's doing now, when he spots tiffany. he's still not skilled at smoking; he mostly ends up watching the paper burn from one end to the other. he's finished enough with this one to toss the end over the railing and shuffle his way toward tiffany on the bench.]

Are you feeling better?

[tucky]

[And Roderick - wonderful, comforting, highly murderous Roderick - just gets a text.]

can i plz come and see you i would really like to see you right now

[characterdefect]

Of course. I'm in my cabin.

Are you okay?

[audio]

[tucky]

Hey. I know you probably don't want to talk to me, but the month's about half over, so I was just wondering if you needed anything. Like from the Admiral or whatever.

[audio]

[forsaken_queen]

There's plenty I need, but nothing you'd grant me.

backdated to a couple of days after Sylvanas's attack, in her room?

[orderfromchaos]

[Sorry for the lateness!]

...I've been thinking about something. To do with Sylvanas.

[What are you going to do, Lourdes hurled at the barge. He wants to be able to answer.]

backdated to a couple of days after Sylvanas's attack, in her room!

[tucky]

[Tiffany bites her lip. He's right - they need to figure out what to with Sylvanas. She needs to figure out what to do with Sylvanas.]

This ain't a good place for punishment. It's a prison, but we don't got a max Barge, and we're never going to. We gotta find ways to work with the dangerous folk without just throwing 'em behind bars.

... I don't know how, though. What's your idea?

[audio]

[tucky]

You know a guy named Cold?

[audio]

[leavetreadmarks]

...Of him, but we never talked.

cw: potential references to rape/sexual assault

[tucky]

[OOC: continued from here!]

Well, that's the only stuff I was counting when you asked me what I regret! I thought you meant like-- like embarrassing shit.

cw: potential references to rape/sexual assault

[rhapsody_in]

You have to have been embarrassed during sex!

[tucky]

[OOC: Continued from here.]

Tiffany appreciates the gentleness - she has fun going at it hard and fast sometimes, but tenderness of any sort really makes her melt. She gets down to her bra (black, lacy, and Paris-bought; she's suddenly glad that the port hadn't given her just her sports bras), revealing more of her tattoos.

"You don't think they're ugly, right?" she breathes it against his shoulder. "The tattoos? The--" She points at one, in case he doesn't know what the word means.

[mentornomore]

He was having enough fun looking at the lace, not a textile art he was familiar with. He's always going to be a nerd about fussy, pretty things. The tattoos are more exciting, though. "That's beautiful. How do you do that?" Because of course he's asking. At least he kisses the closest splotch of ink when he's done babbling.

[text]

[tucky]

[Inmate stuff (and there's a lot of it) comes first, but when Tiffany finds a spare moment, she makes sure to shoot Chime a quick text - she still feels bad about leaving him behind after she'd told him she'd keep him company.]

hey

you ok

[She has no idea how the rest of his performances went, or that he'd died - she'd made a point of not watching any of the shows.]

text;

[mentornomore]

No. I'm hoping this passes, though?

[His first death toll is not treating him well, but he can be relatively civil in writing.]

[text]

[tucky]

hey

i dont know how you want to do this but im here if you want anything

text

[weneverwin]

i dont wanna do this thanks for playing

[The terrible typist is feeling conflicted. Tiff is cool and perfectly easy to get along with, but no way does he accept having a warden.]

[ataashihunter]

((response to this ))

I was on Seheron for many years.

[tucky]

And then you got reeducated.

We're not gonna do that to you here, Bull.

[She isn't quite sure if she means that reassuringly or apologetically. It's both, really.]

[utselet]

A few days before the incident with the Bull, Nina is having her own, more personal warden struggle, and after one terrible fight with Eggsy, she's feeling weak and raw enough to be in general retreat mode. She doesn't really weep much in general, not by herself, and she doesn't now. She has shed a few tears, though, and her eyes are still a little glassy, her face still a little flushed, by the time Tiffany gets home to find her collecting the clothes that have migrated here from her cell.

She looks up at her, then almost immediately lowers her eyes again, fixing the crease on the shirt she's carefully folding. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "I think I need to go. It's nothing to do with you, I just..." She shakes her head, fixing the crease again. "I can't keep staying here forever."

[tucky]

"You don't have to be sorry." She'll miss having a female roommate, but she'd also never really assumed that Nina would stay forever. "Do you need help packing?" She doesn't move to help, and won't without permission; she's not sure what's wrong with Nina right now, and she wants to tread carefully. "Or-- if you wanna talk, I'll listen. But I won't ask you to if you don't want to."

Morning on the 27th.

[ataashihunter]

Tiff. Are you going to give a gift to Alec? Could you do me a favor? I don't really want to drop mine off in person, mind doing it for me?

Morning on the 27th.

[tucky]

i will ask him if he wants it ok

[Spam]

[sonofafish]

[From here

Francesco paces the cell like an angry tiger with a giant lobster tail. Occasionally he lashes out at the bars with his teeth. The thirst is still there, and the urge to attack, to fight something (anything), but it's starting be overshadowed by fear as it begins to occur to him that he should be more concerned about being locked up, and about the fact that his filter is not resetting.]

[Spam]

[tucky]

[Tiffany books it down to Zero as soon as she sees the post, talking with Iris along the way. When she gets to the cells, she skids to a stop in front of Francesco's.]

Your, uh-- your thing. How did you fix it last time?

[audio]

[swiveleyed]

My dear Tiffany - if I left the Barge, would you forget me?

[audio]

[tucky]

No. Not ever.

Are you leaving?

[audio]

[tucky]

Are you in Zero?

[She hadn't seen him when she'd gone down to look in on Alfie and Toad, but a little time has passed since then.]

[audio]

[a_very_distinctive]

Popular question, but no, much as you'd think I would be. Maybe it's a reward for honesty. [Or because the people in this place can't get their heads straight about the whole prison thing. He's trapped here, for no good cause, since as far as he can tell there's not a damn soul associated with the barge he's ever affected in any way before coming here, and expected to just settle in and learn to like it, just because. But he helps blow chunks of the place to hell and apparently locking him in the prison within a prison is too mean or some shit. So, yeah, he's a bit nonplussed about the whole affair.]

[golden_eyes]

Tiffany, got a question for you.

[tucky]

Hey, Erskine. What is it?

[text; backdated to a couple days after the bombings]

[golden_eyes]

Tiff, would you let me & Pietro into enclosure?

[text; backdated to a couple days after the bombings]

[tucky]

yea sure

hows he doing

2/20

[deadcalm]

Tiffany? I know you have a lot of responsibilities, but...

2/20

[tucky]

Nah, I don't; it's okay. What is it?

video

[fire_punk]

So I got Bullseye this month. I... This is gonna be awkward but. I don't want to make it worse than it's gotta be. And I have no idea what to do.

video

[tucky]

Who's Bulls-- oh. The Bull?

[Spam]

[utselet]

[It's not that it doesn't bother Nina when people like Tristan and Alfie start parading around on the network, trying to upset everybody. It upsets her. But she considers herself smart enough not to rise to it, and so while Alfie's broadcast makes her feel nauseated and a little angry, she switches it off and turns her attention solidly onto the crossword puzzle she's toying with.

...Which makes it all the more frustrating when she hears Tiffany in the other room, rising to the bait, engaging, encouraging him. She goes to the door and listens for a while, increasingly horrified, especially when Tiffany starts all but threatening to go after him. Still, she holds back, bizarrely grateful for Alfie's seeming (and surprising) reasonableness, until she hears Tiffany's voice go hard and brittle, and her words start to get... well, even more irrational by Nina's standards.

At that point, she can't really take any more. She doesn't dare shout at Alfie, but she moves into the room and sits down hastily by Tiffany, hissing:]

What the hell are you doing?

[Spam]

[tucky]

Nothing now.

[She shoves her communicator away, curling her fingers hard into the fabric of the couch.]

text

[sonofafish]

[Once everyone has returned to normal, he sends her this message:]

Were they all inmates or wardens? Like the children.

audio

[tucky]

No. There were some of each.

[Spam]

[sonofafish]

[Knock knock.

Hello, lobster son here.

Lobster son with girl news.]

[Spam]

[tucky]

[She opens the door immediately, expecting him.]

Hey, Francesco. What's up?