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[tucky]

[After a few days, Tiffany checks herself out of the infirmary. They were willing to let her go-- except for her teeth, she's mostly healed up; even her bruises are gone-- and she was starting to feel stir crazy, so out she went.

Except now she doesn't know where to go. She knows there's her cabin, but she doesn't want to spend all her time there-- it looks like a Litchfield prison bunk, so it's not the most comfortable place around. She's new, so she doesn't know the best common areas to hang out in. There are a lot of doors, but most of them are unopenable to her. So she wanders.

Despite her bravado and argumentativeness, the things people have been telling her since she arrived-- that she's dead, that she was chosen to be here, that she's here to make amends-- are getting to her. She doesn't fully believe them, but she can't completely disbelieve them either. If they're right (and what if they are?), everything she thought she knew about God and faith and atonement has been turned on its head. There was that man-- that Catholic-- who'd tried to help her reconcile this with what she believed, but it hadn't worked all that well. She's relatively new to her faith, and without someone spoonfeeding it to her, she's shaky in it. She's used it as both a comfort and a crutch in the past, and now she isn't sure that she has it at all anymore. She doesn't know whether that makes her feel depressed or furious; she doesn't know whether she wants to punch someone or curl up and cry. She isn't ruling out doing both.

Predictably, she finds her way to the chapel. Finding a Bible in the cabinet, she sinks down onto a bench and flips through it aimlessly, barely taking in what she's seeing. She tries the trick of opening to a random passage a couple times, but it only ever seems to be just that-- random. Sadness is the overwhelming emotion here-- sadness, confusion, feeling alone and lost. When a teardrop or two lands on the pages, she doesn't bother to brush them away.

At some point, she also wanders into the dining hall, circling the room and poking around for something to do. It's not time for a meal, but the cafeteria was a popular place to hang out and relax in Litchfield, so she figures it might be the same here. Unfortunately, she's leaning towards anger right now, and she's spoiling for a fight. That's not a good thing, on a prison ship filled with inmates just like her.]

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

Comments

[tucky]

Doesn't mean he didn't choose me.

Why's there so many Catholics around here?

[mistconduct]

I'm pretty sure it's because the Admiral has a crush on the Virgin Mary. Maybe she was the first warden.

[tucky]

Well, she's not the one I worship, I can tell you that. She was Jesus's mama, and that's all.

[mistconduct]

She was the immaculate conception, genius. She's divine.

[tucky]

Nah, that was God's doing. Put His son inside a virgin mortal woman.

[mistconduct]

Yeah, but Mary herself wasn't born in sin. She was a virgin birth too.

Holy shit, are we seriously talking about religion your first day out?

[tucky]

You saying religion's not important?

And it ain't my first day. It's, uh... my second, I think. Third.

[Time got a little fuzzy there in the infirmary.]

[mistconduct]

I'm saying it's not something you should talk about in your first conversation with someone because you might piss them off.

Well, welcome home anyway.

[tucky]

You were talking about it, too.

I figure everything pisses somebody off. I ain't gonna keep quiet about what I think.

[mistconduct]

There's a difference between speaking your mind and having some goddamn manners.

[tucky]

You're just trying to silence me.

[mistconduct]

Okay, fine. Speak however the fuck you want. But some people are gonna be pissed, and they're a lot bigger than me.

[tucky]

[She crosses her arms over her chest.]

I look like a weakling to you?

[mistconduct]

You don't look like a centuries-old frozen zombie wielding a sword and a bad attitude, so yeah.

[tucky]

I know how to fight. I've done it before.

[mistconduct]

Some of the guys here are pretty tough. Unbelievably so.

But you shouldn't be fighting anyway. If someone gives you shit, tell a warden.

[tucky]

You think I'm a snitch?

[She's ignoring the fact that she has snitched before.]

[mistconduct]

IIII think those terms don't so much apply in this situation.

[tucky]

Sure they do. It means going to tell one someone and get a warden to fix your problems for you instead of handling them yourself.

[mistconduct]

You can't handle your problems yourself. Not in a lot of circumstances.

[tucky]

Oh, yeah? Says who?

[mistconduct]

Says pretty much the goddamn nature of floods and things. Nobody handles it right.

[tucky]

I ain't talking about that, I'm talking about fights.

[mistconduct]

Speaking as someone who regularly got his ass handed to him...don't. Just don't engage. It'll be a fuckton easier.

[tucky]

Too late.

[Even though she's been here for only three days]

But it didn't escalate, 'cause he was scared of me, probably.