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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]

[Tiffany is not usually one to call others out on immaturity, given that she's rather immature herself. Ordinarily, she probably wouldn't react much to this-- hell, she might even find it kind of funny.

But right now, nothing is funny. Everything is annoying.]

What is this place, a fucking pet store?

[mistconduct]

[He drops into the seat opposite Tiffany, setting the dog gently on the table and nuzzling his stupid fluff face]

Why, jealous?

Morning, sunshine. Hey, slide some of that bacon over my way.

[tucky]

Go get it yourself; I ain't eating it.

I don't want your dog.

[mistconduct]

I wasn't offering you my dog. Bowie belongs to me.

[He pulls the dog further into his lap with a grin]

Sup. I'm Chris.

[tucky]

[In response, she reaches over and grabs the plate of bacon after all... and slams it down on the table in front of Chris, hard enough for a few pieces to go flying.]

There. Got your food.

[mistconduct]

[He wipes his face where bacon splashed a bit on it, one arm hugging his dog tight to him as Bowie pedals manically through the air, trying to get at it]

That's your name? 'Got your food'?

[tucky]

[She reaches over a pushes a piece closer to the dog. She also doesn't answer.]

[mistconduct]

[The Pom in his arms happily gobbles up the bacon, as Chris sets a hand on top of his pup's head]

You speak English or what?

[tucky]

[She quirks a brow.]

Yeah, 'course I do. When I feel like there's something to say.

[mistconduct]

What, and your name isn't something to say?

[tucky]

It's Tiffany. See, I said it.

[mistconduct]

Hey, Tiffany. Love your jewelry. Guess you're an inmate, huh?

[tucky]

[Her hand goes up to touch the cross necklace she's wearing, because she totally thinks he means that.]

Yeah, I... I just got here, I guess. Thought it was a transfer, but...

[But she doesn't actually know what it is.]

[mistconduct]

Transfer from where?

And just..try to relax, okay? I'm not here to fuck with you. I swear.

[tucky]

From another prison, in New York.

And I don't think you're fucking with me. Probably.

[mistconduct]

Oh, for real? Hey, I was in Sing-Sing for like five months. Prison buddies.

If I am, it's not intentional.

[tucky]

Sing-Sing? Damn. That's max, right? I was in minimum. Was maybe gonna go to max, but my lawyer got me a deal.

[mistconduct]

Case of mistaken identity. I wasn't supposed to be there at all.

For real? You must've rolled out the big bucks for that one.

[tucky]

Not me-- I got it taken care of. By my fans and the grace of God.

[mistconduct]

You've got fans?

Wait, you're not a superhero in disguise, are you?

[tucky]

I am a hero. God chose me to be one.

[mistconduct]

Hey, I'm Catholic, but I'm pretty sure God doesn't choose the heroes around here.

[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.