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♻ 005 | video/text

[Even with the flood over, Tiffany is clearly not well: she's exhausted, broken down, and subdued. Half of her wants to climb into bed and sleep forever; the other half of her is still screaming that she should never sleep again.

But before she does either, she has one public message and several private messages to send.]

If those were really real, I guess there was only one dream about me, because I only... died once. It was at night, out in the snow, and it was cold; there was a prissy-looking blonde lady. I went after her and then she came after me.

Anyone get that one?

[She's not crazy about the idea of people dreaming her life, but if they did, she wants to know about it.]

[warden filter]

I just wanted to say, you don't got to worry about me hurting people anymore. I got it all outta my system.

[She doesn't think about the fact that some (or even most) of the people she's addressing might not have any idea what she's talking about. She just assumes that since they're all wardens, they share most of their information.]

I didn't even do it 'cause I was mad this time; I did it because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. Sometimes… sometimes I look for messages from God too much.

[She offers a wan little smile, clearly forced.]

That guy is a real demon, though; I don't know if y'all know that. He admitted it to me himself. But I know God didn't actually tell me to kill him. I know. Maybe He didn't even tell me to kill that woman back in Litchfield, neither. I've been thinking about that, and...

[... And that's kind of off-topic. She trails off.]

So I won't do it again. No more killing for God.

[Probably. Maybe. She does genuinely mean it when she says that, but that doesn't mean that she won't change her mind later... or that she won't attack someone for completely different reasons, the way she did at least once before she found religion.

Now, though, she just shakes her head, looking down at her hands.]

It didn't even work, anyway. Nothing worked. The dreams stayed.

[filtered to Anya and the Admiral]

I broke the bed. I'm real sorry.

[And she does look sorry. In fact, she looks far more guilty when she talks about this than she looked when she talked about trying to murder Vergil. Her cabin's bed is one of the nicest things anyone has ever given her, and yet she purposefully damaged it. She's practically in tears.]

I understand if you're mad at me, but it weren't because I didn't appreciate it. I was-- I was having a lot of problems, and I needed something sharp, so I took a piece of wood off the headboard. But it still looks real nice; it's just a little banged up, is all. If I can sand it down I can fix it some, maybe.

I still love it, and I don't want you to think I don't. That's all.

[filtered to Barbara, Dillon, Duke, Horatio, Iris, Mason, Merlin, Simon, and Tig]

"May the Lord now show you kindness and faithfulness, and I too will show you the same favor because you have done this." Samuel 2:6.

[filtered to Mason and Tig]

Especially you, 'cause you ain't wardens and it weren't your job to try and help me, but you did it anyway. Thank you.

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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He's your friend, you feel loyal to him. Though you know that he must have asked you to steal for him because he shouldn't be drinking.

[He doesn't do anything so leading as ask whether she feels good about that. He just awaits her response.]

Yeah, I know-- but I don't think he's gonna do it again, see.

[He leans in a little, curious.]

What makes you think that?

... Do I have to say? It's because of something that he said.

...no. I won't ask you to break his confidence in you.

[He pauses for thought.]

I'd like you to have chosen a job, and something to study, by the end of this week.

Thanks. 'Cause it was a couple things really, and his general attitude, so I wouldn't even know what to say if you asked me to say it.

[She nods in response to the job and school stuff.]

Is that part of my punishment, or is it just because we were already talking about doing it?

[Merlin lifts his eyebrows.]

It's because we were already talking about it. Am I punishing you?

Oh. I don't know. Maybe not. You don't need to, that's for sure.

... Are you gonna tell Mason's warden about him getting alcohol when he wasn't supposed to?

[Merlin mulls this over.]

You're afraid that Mason will be angry with you if he finds out what you said?

[Because she drank too much. There's definitely an irony there.]

I don't want him to think I'm a snitch. 'Cause I'm not.

[Merlin considers this. In his opinion it's more important that she'll be honest with him, than for him to cooperate with other Wardens.]

I won't tell anyone.

[She smiles, relieved.]

Good.

... I kinda already did. I figured you'd insist on it, so I decided to do it first. I wanted to ask her not to punish him or tell him I told anything.

[He furrows his brows.]

When you say you 'kinda' did...? What did you do?

I called her up and told her what happened, and asked her not to tell him I spilled the beans.

... I guess it was for nothing now, but that's okay. Better this way than the other way, where you told her and I didn't get to say my side.

[Merlin nods.]

What did she say?

Said I sounded like a good friend. You think that's true?

Yes, I do.

[He smiles.]

And I'm glad that you told her what happened - I'm glad that you took responsibility for it. I think that was a good decision, Tiffany.

So do I, because she told me she wouldn't tell him I accidentally snitched.

[What's the best way to impress a guy you like? LIE TO THEM]

She's real nice; I liked her. And she said she was glad I was friends with him and stuff.

[Yeeeaaaah he's prepared to just let her negotiate that hurdle when she gets to it. Besides, he doesn't have a leg to stand on when it comes to lying to your friends.]

Good. Thank you for telling me.

But I didn't. That other warden did.

[He shakes his head.]

I mean the rest of it. It's your business, and you didn't need to tell me.

Oh.

Well, you're my warden, right? I'm supposed to tell you stuff.

[Merlin shrugs.]

I'd like you to tell me stuff because you trust me to know that stuff.

Oh.

[She's tilts her head, thinking.]

... So what kind of stuff am I supposed to trust you to know?

I can't tell you that.

I...what I'd like is for you to be honest with me, because you trust that I'll use what I know to try and help you.

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