tucky | ♻ 004 | video/spam

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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.

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[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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... You don't know that this time isn't different.

[As upset and heartbroken as she is about the idea that God might be rejecting her, a part of her is actually hoping for that. If she's having these awful, traumatic nightmares because God is angry, that means she can do something to please him and earn back his favor, and everything can go back to normal. But if she's having them for no particular reason, just as a consequence of being on the Barge... then that probably means there's nothing she can do to stop them.]

[She has a point. A shaky one that won't hold up, he's pretty sure, but it's still a point.]

Then I guess you better prepare yourself in case I am.

I will. I can come up with some ideas.

[like MURDER]

I'm sure you will. Just be smart about it.

What, you got a suggestion?

Just use your best judgment.

[He doesn't actually believe her best judgment is necessarily up to snuff, but the last thing he needs or wants is to be implicated in something. He'll play this one carefully.]

I will. I'll let the Lord guide me.

[He'd shake his head if this wasn't video.]

Try to get some sleep.

No sleep. That's the last thing I need.

It could still be a while before this passes. You won't be able to stay awake forever.

Well, I'm gonna try.

Good luck to you then.