♻ 008 | audio/spam

[tucky]

[audio]

Um-- hey. I was wondering if a warden could go to my room, and get me my iPod and my Bible-- 'cause I ain't in there right now, I'm in the infirmary. Maybe a pack of cards, too; that'd be good.

[She sounds woozy and tired, but surprisingly calm; in good spirits, even. She and Merlin were both killed by kaiju, it had been traumatic, and she's death-tolling-- but she's tired of panicking and stressing about death. Even though she's more used to the idea now, it still bugs her a lot when she thinks about it, so she's actively trying not to do that. It's working pretty well, all things considered. She's not in denial about it the way she used to be, but she's careful to keep her mind focused on other things.

The toll itself sucks, though. It feels kind of like getting the flu after being run over by a steamroller.]

My head ain't right for poker or anything, but if anyone wants to play... I don't know, like Go Fish or something, you can come on down. I wanna see y'all, 'cause I think I'm gonna be stuck in here for a little bit. But that's only if I like you; if I don't, you can fuck off.

... And I also want everybody to know that my warden saved my life.

[And then she'd died right after, but that's not the important part.]

When we were still normal, he said he'd fight monsters for me, and he did. I know we thought we was different people and everything, but I think it still counts for something. He's a hero. A real hero.

[There's a smile in her voice; there's pride. She's been called a hero herself before, by her misguided fan club back at home. But she's never had anyone be a hero for her-- at least, not in the traditional way, where they physically defended her in the face of evil. She doesn't consider herself defenseless by any means, but being protected-- being valued like that-- is such a good feeling, and she's tickled pink by it. She's pushing the fact that he actually died in the process out of her mind, and just focusing in on the good.]

I just wanted to say that. That's all.

[Feed off.]

[spam, all week]

[She'll be staying at the infirmary throughout the worst of her death toll, spending most of her time in bed. For the first few days, she'll be lying down a lot: listening to her music, occasionally chatting up visitors and clinic staff, and when she's not too sore or nauseous, trying to recruit people to play cards with her (simple, easy games that don't require a lot of thought or quick movement). As the days go on and she starts feeling better, she'll sit up in bed more, and even get up and move around some. By the fifth day, she'll still be feeling the death toll's affects, but they'll be lessened and she'll be ready to go. But if by that point Merlin's still in and doesn't feel the same way, she'll stick around until he's ready to leave too. Solidarity.]

[OOC: Merlin gets blanket rights to pop into action threads and overhear her side of audio/video phone stuff, even locked conversations! Others who are working/staying in the infirmary can do this too, if they want. If you want your character to talk to Tiffany but want them to say something Merlin/others shouldn't overhear, we can have them do it in text, or set the conversation at a time when people are sleeping and/or not around.]

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[broughtwhiskey]

[He nods a little.]

I'm glad to hear that. This place is difficult enough to adjust to without all of that with it.

[He sounds sincere at the very least. Maybe he genuinely is. Who knows?]

[tucky]

I know. And I've been thinking about what you said.

[She gives Merlin's bed a quick glance, and lowers her voice.]

About the people who aren't humans.

[broughtwhiskey]

[He raises a slight brow.]

Uh-huh?

[tucky]

I was just wondering if you really thought that, or if you were just saying it. And if there were any exceptions.

[broughtwhiskey]

I don't have a habit of saying things I don't mean.

[Which is both the truth and a lie all at the same time. He doesn't say things he doesn't mean, but that doesn't mean that he's always transparent about his meaning. Oftentimes, he's not.]

[tucky]

Do you know Iris?

[She's met plenty of non-humans here, but priorities. Iris is her favorite and she needs to ask about her first.]

[broughtwhiskey]

No, I haven't.

[He has a feeling this is about to go in particular direction in which Tiffany is going to try and convince him that #notallnonhumans. In other words, not something he's particularly interested in listening to. But he seems willing to humor her for a little while.]

[tucky]

You should; she's really great. And she's a Time Lord, so what I'm saying is, I think she might be an exception to your rule.

[broughtwhiskey]

There aren't ever any exceptions.

[Pure and simple.]

[tucky]

[She sighs.]

Okay, what about people who are human, but not really alive anymore?

[Simon, Mason.]

[broughtwhiskey]

Biters aren't people.

[Pure and simple.]

[tucky]

... What? The fuck is a biter?

[broughtwhiskey]

Exactly what you just described.

[tucky]

Yeah, but... two of the people I like best here are what I described, and I don't think they're biting anyone.

And I am, too. I'm an inmate; I'm dead. Undead.

[broughtwhiskey]

You died, but you're not dead.

[There's a very fine distinct difference that Philip is pretty sure she would be hard-pressed to miss if her world was anything like his. Then again, there were some folk who saw things differently. They were just a little more deranged, stubborn, or both when compared to everyone else that was still surviving.]

[tucky]

You mean because I got brought back to life.

[She nods, slowly. She likes seeing it that way, even though the idea of dying and coming back weirds her out, too.]

[broughtwhiskey]

Exactly right. You're just as you were before you died.

[tucky]

But so's everyone else. I mean... Simon looks a little different, but that's all.

[broughtwhiskey]

Looks different how?

[Because pretty sure you're wrong, gurl.]

[tucky]

His skin looks kind of...

... Well, he looks a little dead, if you want to know the truth.

[broughtwhiskey]

And how many living folks do you know look "a little dead"?

[tucky]

No, he's not living. I know that.

[broughtwhiskey]

Then how is he the same as he was when he was living?

[tucky]

He's the same in everything but looks.

[broughtwhiskey]

He sleeps? Eats?