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[tucky]

[video]

[After the first night of intense, violent nightmares, Tiffany appears on the network looking alert and wild-eyed. She hasn't gotten much rest, but she's running on adrenalin, so it's not showing just yet.]

Something ain't right here.

I know-- I know y'all like to talk about death a lot. All the inmates are dead, and we died before we came here, and it's because we are vile sinners that we were brought to the Barge instead of ascending to heaven.

[Absolutely no one she's talked to has used the term "vile sinners"; she's adding that bit in on her own.]

And I didn't believe it then, but now-- I understand now; I do. I do. I'm dead and she killed me. She beat me and killed me; knocked out my teeth and probably snapped my neck. I get it, okay? Library girl, pool guy, and Mason were right! And I was wrong. I understand and accept it. I'm ready. So you can stop; I don't need to see anymore. Don't leave me to rot in purgatory. Please--

[Her voice raises suddenly, to a near-shout.]

-- please, please let me in!

[She takes a long, shaky breath, and when she speaks again her voice is quieter.]

Please.

[spam, all week]

[There is definitely something up with Tiffany.

On the first day, it starts small(ish), with her post to the network. She comes out of her room less often than usual, and doesn't show up for meals (not even lunch with Merlin). By day two, she won't be answering calls or texts with anything but apocalyptic Bible verses. By day three, Bibles will start disappearing from the chapel, and shaky, jagged crosses will appear on her cabin door, carved into the wood. Days four and five are going to get ugly, but it'll be mostly internal, because that's when she'll shut down completely: she won't leave her room or look at her phone, she won't eat, she won't even get out of bed. Every sleeping moment will be plagued by gory, horrific nightmares, and every waking moment will be fraught with confusion, grief, and feelings of betrayal. She'll be traumatized, sleep-deprived, and convinced that she's lost the favor of God...

... But she'll be too bone-tired to fight back anymore.]

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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[takeyouapart]

[He's practically at her door before the transmission is over. He's already been up for a while, an habitual early riser, and what he witnessed the previous night was...

He doesn't want to think about it. Can't.]

Tiffany? Tiffany, it's Merlin. I'm coming in.

[He pushes at the door.]

Spam

[tucky]

[She doesn't respond, but the door is unlocked; when he enters, he'll see she's kneeling on the floor next to her bed, the book of gospels that Dylan gave her set in front of her.]

Please, Lord-- I am your humble servant. Don't cast me out.

[surfaceshine]

[They had their disagreement in the dining hall; Dean doesn't appear to remember that at all when his video clicks on. His expression is intent and wary, somehow calmer than he usually is although he could never quite be called excitable.]

What can stop now, darlin'? What's changed your mind?

[tucky]

God has opened my eyes to the truth.

[She crosses herself.]

Now I am at the mercy of his wrath.

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[demolitions]

[With everything he'd heard or experienced about the Barge so far, this is the first time it's seemed like it might actually be Purgatory (for Tiffany, at any rate).]

What's goin' on? Is somebody torturin' you?

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[tucky]

God is. I didn't believe I was dead and now I am paying the price.

Day 2 Spam

[walkthedarkpath]

[ Vergil had only gone to the sixth floor because his laundry was in desperate need of being done and he has kept busy enough to ignore it until it got on his nerves. After the clothes were in the washer he moved to walk down the hall towards the pool table. He was a tall man with white hair, he looks a dead ringer for the man in red at the cliff's edge. Only he's dressed in blue, very elegant blue at that.

He wasn't paying mind to his surroundings as he walked, his mind was lost on trying to figure out his messed up dreams. Why on earth was he dressed like an angel in his dream? He didn't even beleive in those things. They were pretty much just demons in his world. And he was pretty certain he could have taken that woman who beat him to death in the dream. He was just trying to put thought to why his dreams were stranger then normal as he made his way to the room with the pool table.]

Day 2 Spam

[tucky]

[After another night of alternating sleeplessness and terrible dreams, Tiffany is stumbling back from the chapel, her arms full of Bibles. Not content with just the gospels anymore, she'd decided she'd needed the whole book-- and she'd grabbed four copies, just for good measure.

Her eyes roll towards Vergil as she passes him, wild and desperate.]

Repent.

Spam, Day 3.

[baals]

[It's the crosses that get his attention. He's passed by her door before and those certainly weren't there last time. He reaches out to touch the crosses, trying to figure out just what was used to make them.

After a few moments thought, he knocks on the door. If there's no answer, he tries to open it.]

Spam, Day 3.

[tucky]

[She ignores the knock, but the door is unlocked, and when it opens she doesn't try to shoo him out. She just glances up from where she's sitting on her bed-- face drawn, dark circles under her eyes-- and then looks back down at the open Bible in her lap.]

[bodilesswarrior]

[She looks so young, and she's so afraid, and Barbara has to steel herself for a moment; gentle rationality will do the most good here, she thinks.]

Tiffany. That's not what the Barge is for.

[tucky]

Then what's it for? I know it's for dead people. I believe that now; I do. I died.

[Then a pause.]

How... how do you know my name? Did I talk to you before?

[She doesn't think she has, but she's talked to so many people that it's hard to keep all of them straight.]

[maced_eggs]

...Sorry, darling. He's not listening.

[tucky]

But He always listens. He just... ain't answering.

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[strangehistorian]

Miss? What's going on? Are you alright?

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[tucky]

You; you were right. I died.

Private

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

[Oh wow, well this is just super upsetting to listen too.]

You haven't been left here to rot, Miss. You haven't been abandoned.

Private

[tucky]

If he weren't punishing me, I wouldn't be here.

1/28 spam for Vergil; sorry, I changed my mind about where to put this!

[tucky]

[The nightmares aren't getting better. In fact, they're getting worse. So Tiffany comes up with a plan, and she's sure it's going to work.

It's stupid that she hadn't realized what she needed to do earlier, really. She's a little ashamed of herself. Yes, she's clearly fallen out of God's favor by taking so long to believe that she's dead-- the endless dreams of death are proof enough of that-- but He'd already asked her once to kill an evil person in His name. He might not be asking it of her this time (she'd tried that same trick of looking for messages by opening to random Bible pages, but had come up with nothing), but that doesn't mean He won't be pleased when she does it all on her own.

And the perfect target has already made himself known. By themselves, the glowing red eyes might not mean anything-- there are aliens on this ship, after all. But the stuff he had said... it gives her the shivers just to think about it. He'd talked as if he had personal experience with hell, he'd tried to encourage her doubt, and he'd called himself damned. There is no question that that man is of the devil, if not the devil himself.

Weapons are hard to come by here-- even harder than in Litchfield-- and she has to get creative. She feels a pang of guilt and regret when she breaks the headboard of her big, beautiful hotel bed, splintering off a small chunk of wood. It's the nicest bed she's ever slept in, and it had been a gift from Anya and the Admiral; she feels bad about damaging it. But it's for the greater good.

She hopes they'll understand.

She assumes finding the devil-man again will be hard, but it isn't: she actually comes across him rather quickly, just one floor down from her cabin (and that, she assumes, must be a sign that God approves of and is encouraging what she's doing). As she walks toward him, she watches him, but she tries to be subtle about it-- she ducks her head down to avoid eye contact, and keeps her eyes on his feet so she'll know if he turns or starts advancing in her direction.

The wood-- broken jaggedly and then sharpened against the metal mattress frame-- is in her hand, hidden in the pocket of her sweatshirt. When she gets close enough to strike, she will.]

Its all good.

[walkthedarkpath]

[ Vergil was sleeping less, and for a man whose moods tended to lean on the darker moodier side was on full tilt bitch mode of late. Enough so that he had asked his secret lover not to come by and see him until this had all passed. He didn't want to snap off at her. He wasnt as bad as he played up sometimes, othertimes he was worse.

Today all he wanted was asleep. He was walking the longway back to his room. He usually came down the flight of steps closest to his room not today, walking in his fantastic blue coat and riding boots. Which tapped the ground as he passed her, he wasn't paying her anymind. His goal was his bed. So his guard was down.]

[Private]

[termofendearment]

Hey. Hey.

[Tig frowns almost as soon as he hears the post, as soon as he sees her on the network. He knows that look. It's guilt, and sure, it looks different than his own but that doesn't mean he can't see it.]

It's just the Barge messing with your head, okay?

[Private]

[tucky]

I know it's God.

[She presses a palm to her forehead, hard, like she's trying to stave away a headache.]

He's sending me a sign; I know it.

[Video, Day 1]

[irishrotter]

You're okay, Tiffany. You're going to be okay.

[For once, he's not going to push it with her -- not if she doesn't want to hear from him. He may, in fact, be the last person she wants to hear from, he knows, and he's prepared to let that go for the moment. He needs to her at least know he's here, though. That he'll listen if she wants.]

[Video, Day 1]

[tucky]

Simon.

[Simoooooon 8(]

It's like He's telling me I'm not His anymore.

Day 3 Spam

[takeyouapart]

[Merlin is almost - almost - annoyed with Morgana for sleeping through this. It means the Infirmary is down a hand, and they seem thinly staffed as it is. But he isn't. At all. Because if she can sleep through this without dreaming? God knows what else she deserves, but she deserves that much. The horrors of the past can be no easier to face than the terrors of the future.

Still, his duty takes him from Tiffany longer than he'd like, and when he returns there's the worrying addition of a young woman carving crosses into her cabin door.

He's too far away to tell what she's using to do it, but all the same, he clears his throat from what he considers a safe distance. He's not afraid of her lashing out at him - she, essentially, cannot hurt him - but he doesn't want to make her feel threatened.]

...Tiffany.

Day 3 Spam

[tucky]

[She's using a combination of her iPod earbud plug, and her own fingernails. It doesn't make for very deep marks in the wood, but at least they're visible.

She looks up at Merlin's voice-- face drawn, eyes weary.]

Hey.

Day 4 Spam

[takeyouapart]

[Merlin guides her back to his room from Zero. He shuts the door behind them.

He's tired, and he feels simultaneously betrayed by Tiffany and stupid for thinking that he should have afforded her any trust in the first place.]

You'll be here until the flood is over. After that, we'll talk. You take my room, I'll sleep out here.

[His voice is completely toneless.]

Day 4 Spam

[tucky]

Okay.

[She sinks down onto the bed, leaning back against the wall.]

Thanks for getting me out. Are you mad at me?

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[broughtwhiskey]

[He probably shouldn't even bother trying to engage her. She's not only hysterical, but she's also a fanatic when it comes to religion. Convincing her of anything would be a monumental task and not one he's particularly keen on doing.]

God has nothing to do with any of this.

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[tucky]

Somebody's sending me dreams. If it ain't Him, then who?