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[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!]
[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!]
[Private]
[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.
[Private]
[Geez.]
How many you get?
[Private]
[Private]
Ah, shit. Okay.
[The first ugly, selfish thought that comes to mind is 'Did you get any of mine,' but he knows better than to ask. It won't help, not like knowing one way or the other will make him any better equipped to deal with it.]
You didn't. They happened to other people. It happens sometimes, people's memories get mixed up.
[Private]
Did that really happen?
[Private]
To somebody else here, maybe. But not to you. It was a dream.
[Private]
... If it happened to someone here, it could happen to me.
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[Not like he hasn't done it himself. Maybe not here, but still.]
Doesn't mean you have anything to worry about from 'em though. Anyway, somebody starts hassling you, you tell me and they'll stop.
[Private]
[Kind of. Her prison back home hadn't seen a lot of murders, but there were plenty of other creative ways to punish people who crossed you.]
Is everybody here scared of you or something?
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[Private]
I sorta got that, too.
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Oh yeah?
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[Private]
[Tucky THAT IS NOT WHAT HE MEANT]
[Private]
Good to know.