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[tucky]

[It's Christmas, Barge residents. And as it happens, one of your new arrivals is a Christmas angel.

Well, okay, she's just dressed up as one. Interestingly enough, it was Christmas on her world too, and she just got done performing in a Christmas pageant: she's wearing a white costume robe, and has a tinsel crown on her head. The front of her robe is bloody and dirty, and torn in a few places-- and given how beat-up and damaged her face looks, it's probably safe to assume that at least some of that blood is hers.

Currently she's wandering into to common area on level 6, a bit unsteady on her feet. She's also filming herself, because she found a fancy phone so why the hell not. Soon enough she stops walking and poses dramatically, arms held wide.]

Be not afraid-- for behold, I bring good tidings of... of, uh...

[And then she collapses. So yeah, that's a thing that's happening.]

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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[strangehistorian]

Oh, my goodness! Are you alright?

[tucky]

Yeah, yeah, I think...

[She trails off.]

[strangehistorian]

You made it to the infirmary?

[tucky]

There's a guy coming, I think.

[strangehistorian]

Oh, good. Good.

[tucky]

Good.

'Good tiding of great joy'. That's it. I know my lines.

[strangehistorian]

Oh, is that why you're dressed up?

[tucky]

That's right-- I was in the Christmas pageant.

[strangehistorian]

That's very nice.

[Unlike almost anyone who would use the phrase, she doesn't seem to be sarcastic.]

Has anyone told you where this is?

[tucky]

... A new prison?

[strangehistorian]

Hmm, more of a rehabilitation center!

[tucky]

Ain't that a fancy word for prison?

[strangehistorian]

You're not being punished! In fact, this ship has many amenities and you'll have a personal counselor.

[tucky]

We got that at my other place, too.

[strangehistorian]

Well, I hope we can make your time here better, at least.

You might have noticed that we're a boat!

[tucky]

I didn't notice that.

[Though to be fair, she hasn't looked out a window yet.]

Must be big.

[strangehistorian]

Yes, it is!

Did you - well, I assume that was your blood. You may have died.

[tucky]

[She chuckles, sounding a little confused.]

'Course I'm not. I'm right here talking to you.

[strangehistorian]

This is an afterlife!

[tucky]

No it's not.

[strangehistorian]

Yes, I'm afraid so. Certainly not the only one, but one of them!

[tucky]

There's only two, and this sure as hell ain't either one.

[strangehistorian]

Well, evidence suggests that you were stabbed!

[tucky]

Stabbed?

Nah, no way. No way. She lost her screwdriver.

[strangehistorian]

All that blood, though. That isn't yours?