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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!]

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[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.

[mistconduct]

He who? Jesus, tell me there's not some bleeding inmate buried somewhere.

[tucky]

Nah. I said it didn't escalate, didn't I?

I forget his name; it started with an M. Mike? -- No wait, Mickey.

[mistconduct]

Oh. Oh, Mickey.

Yeah, leave Mickey alone, he's a prick but a well-meaning one.

[tucky]

Yeah? Didn't seem that well-meaning to me.

[mistconduct]

Well, what happened? What'd he say to you?

[tucky]

Well, I asked him a question and he got real angry. Then he called me some stuff.

[mistconduct]

...Yeah, that sounds like him.

Sorry about that. He's going through some tough shit but it's not a good excuse.

[tucky]

[It's a much better excuse when you know what the question she asked is, but of course she doesn't see it that way.]

You his warden? 'Cause, uh, I know everyone's got one of their own.

[mistconduct]

Mickey?

Uh, no, I'm not. I'm Loki's warden. He's a whole other...I don't even fucking know.

And you're not paired yet, I'm guessing.

[tucky]

No, no. Probably because I'm still new, right?

[mistconduct]

Yeah, probably. Don't sweat it, though. Most of us are pretty awesome.

[tucky]

[She just shrugs sullenly. It's true that the wardens here have been really nice to her, but she's in a bad mood right now.]

Guess so. Better than prison guards.

[mistconduct]

Probably because we don't get paid and half of us were inmates.

[tucky]

Wouldn't not being paid make you meaner, 'cause you'd be all bitter?

[mistconduct]

Nah. We're holding out for our deals. Way better than money.

Do I look bitter to you?

[tucky]

[No.]

I don't know, maybe you hide it.

[mistconduct]

I'm like the least bitter person I know.

[tucky]

You must've got a good deal.

[mistconduct]

Well, decent. Sort of.

It's a long story.

[tucky]

Are you allowed to say what it is?