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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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[walkthedarkpath]

I have nothing to say, as I need no supervision. I am an adult, thank you.

[ He spoke crossing his arms after he decided fuck that chair and leans against the bars furthest from Tiffany. He's a rebel... right.]

[absentconstellation]

[ Cats are whatever respectful honorific you want to give them. 'My Lord' is a good one. ]

Tiffany?

[tucky]

[She keeps her head down, which muffles her words a little.]

I need to regain the Lord's favor, so I was gonna kill a demon in his name. That guy, right there. He has the devil in him; I seen it.

[walkthedarkpath]

[ Ever the egotist, Vergil bowed his head.] Guilty as charged.

[absentconstellation]

[ If only cats could roll their eyes. ]

And you can think of no better way to appease your God?

[tucky]

He asked me to do it for Him before once. I thought maybe I should do it again.

[walkthedarkpath]

Might try smiting someone who actually believes in your god next time, girl.

[absentconstellation]

[ Pounce at least does believe that her God exists in her world. He just doesn't have much faith in her understanding of the entity. ]

It is foolish to try to predict what a God wants.

[tucky]

Well, that's why I tried to ask Him. But He weren't answering, so I had to go based on something He'd told me before.

[walkthedarkpath]

[ Vergil scoofed. Such judging in his eyes. Then it clicks, and he starts to laugh 'I'm an angel' It was her he dreampt of.]

[absentconstellation]

[ Pounce ignores the laughter. Vergil's probably never met one of the Gods' chosen. It does happen. Not often, but it does.

No, the Cat trots through the bars (which don't seem to give him any more trouble than the other doors, though they're too close together for a cat), hops up onto Tiffany's knees and boops her on the nose. ]

That was stupid.

[tucky]

[She's been called stupid by plenty of people, prison guards included. This sounds a lot more good-natured than any of those times.]

He really did tell me to do it before, though. Not here, but before I came-- He wanted me to slay one of His enemies.

[walkthedarkpath]

The woman in the prison?

[ Likely doesn't help his case for being a demon, but he is one. And he know this because of the flood.]

Didn't work out too well for you then did it, Angel?

[absentconstellation]

I am not concerned with what has happened before.

[ He turns to glare at Vergil. Not helpful. ]

[tucky]

[She barely hears Pounce's words; she's too busy staring intently at Vergil.]

How'd you know that?

You using your demon powers on me?

[walkthedarkpath]

No, the bloody flood happening right now told me that. We are all dreaming each other's deaths or did you think you are special? One good uppercut and you could have killed that woman and she would be here not you.

[ Ladies and gentlemen... the son of Sparda in all his glory.]

[absentconstellation]

[ Pounce turns and hops down to the floor, returning to his space in the center of the hall. ]

Vergil, now you will explain to me why it is that I have been forced to give you a time out.

[tucky]

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

[She's frowning.]

Those dreams are real?

Is he telling the truth?

[walkthedarkpath]

Because, someone made me bleed on my favorite jacket.

[ Seriously that's why hes mad.]

No one has told you of this yet? Have you not dealt with the Breaches that go into our minds and make us think we have lived other lives?

[absentconstellation]

[ Wow Vergil that is a shitty reason. ]

She is new to the barge.

As neither of you has given me any reason to believe you do not require chaperoning, I shall stay with you until someone sees fit to collect you.

[ And he curls up on the floor to take a nap. ]

[tucky]

[At that, Tiffany pulls herself up out of her chair and heads over to the bed, sinking down onto it heavily.]

[walkthedarkpath]

[ Vergil sits on the floor glaring. ]

[tucky]

[And she casts him one last dark look, then turns her back to him, curling up on her side.]

[walkthedarkpath]

Enjoy another dream of death. That is all that awaits you.

[ He speaks cynically from where he sits.]

[tucky]

[She starts murmuring quietly, but possibly still loud enough to hear.]

God, return to me and protect me from the evil in this place; please take me back into Your fold and allow me to ascend to Your kingdom. Please send Merlin or Iris or Dillon to take me back to the upper levels.