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♻ 008 | audio/spam
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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.]
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.]
Spam
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[He sits back up, perching himself on the side of Tiffany's bed]
Ordinarily this is the part where I would offer you something to take the edge off, but Gwenny's been strict about the pills lately.
Spam
-- Hey, wanna meet my warden real quick? He's great; I weren't kidding when I said he saved my life. He jumped in between me and a monster. Merlin, you awake over there?
[She looks over at Merlin's bed and grins, clapping Mason on the back (more weakly than she might have if she wasn't tolling).]
This is my friend Mason.
Re: Spam
I don't know that I can live up to that kind of introduction at the moment. [But he holds out a hand for the other man to shake regardless.] Hello, Mason.
Re: Spam
Charmed.
You're as good as all that Tiff says, are you?
Re: Spam
[Fortunately (?), Merlin couldn't give less impression of being a man in charge if he tried.]
I hope to be. I think she's flattering me a little.
[He smiles across at her. They've had their conversation about this; if she wants to call him a hero, he's prepared to let her.]
Spam; you can to skip me for as long as you want; I'll jump back in when Mason goes back over to her
[She shoots a grin back at Merlin, then falls silent; she'll let them talk a little.]
Spam; o\
So you jus' give her everything she wants? Best of friends, you are?
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I wouldn't speak for anyone else, Tiffany included. But I think of her as a friend.
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You ever hurt her?
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[He remains expressionless for the most part.]
I don't think I have - I've never meant to. But that's a question for Tiffany, I think.
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Uh... hey, Mason? C'mere; c'mere.
[Also why the jealousy what's ur deal bro]
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he has serious jealousy issues srry]
What? I was only asking if he'd hurt you.
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[She reaches for his elbow to tug him down next to her, but misses, her arm flopping limply back onto the bed.]
He didn't. By the way. He didn't at all.
You doing okay? I know I didn't ask before; I'm sorry.
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Oh.
Well, he ought to have said, then.
'nd I'm fine. Never better, love. Why?
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Nah, just wondering. You looked kinda sullen and everything, so I thought maybe something had happened. Did I do something wrong? 'Cause I just wanted you to meet my warden.
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Nah. Nah, you didn't do a thing wrong. He's nice, your warden. Good man. Very...clean.
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She sputters out a laugh at his last comment, though.]
I guess so. Didn't really notice.
... You wanna play cards?
[Ideally this would happen without her moving from her current position, though she has no idea how that would work.]
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Sure, wouldn't mind that so much. You've got cards? Mine are in me room.
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[She reaches over his back first to gently lay the flowers on the nightstand, then grabs the deck of cards that's sitting there.]
I don't know where these are from; Steve brought 'em.
What do you wanna play?
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M'not bad at poker or blackjack.
[He's terrible at both]
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Mason.
Were you annoyed that I was all happy about him fighting a monster for me and calling him a hero, even though I said I didn't want you fighting a demon for me?
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Don't think 'annoyed' is the right word for it, Tiff.
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Oh. What's the right word?
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