tucky | ♻ 009 | video/spam

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♻ 009 | video/spam

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[Behold Tiffany: sitting at the foot of the steps in the Broken Stair room, a drunk and passed-out Mason slumped next to her with his head pillowed on her shoulder. Fortunately, she looks sober herself, albeit tired and stressed. She has her arms around him and is lightly stroking his hair, more for her own comfort than for his at this point.]

We're looking to hear from some people. Merlin and Gwen, 'cause they're our wardens, but also Iris, Dillon, and Simon. I wanna know if they're okay. And Mason wants to know about Tig and, uh-- Elena? Elana? I think it was Elena. And also--

[Here she makes a face.]

Facilier. Fucking asshole.

I was also wondering if-- I mean, we don't have magic powers or nothing, and this whole place is... really, really fucked up. We came in here because it's quiet, but the stairs don't ever end, and I think there must be a better way.

So we need help. I don't know exactly where we are, but I can say it's near the bedrooms with the dead bodies, 'cause that's where I pulled him from. A lot of the stuff here seems strange and magical, so I was thinking, maybe we could just sit here until someone who--

[Suddenly one of the beams creaks extra loudly, and a spooky, etherial chattering can be heard echoing around the darkened room. Tiffany curls her fingers into the sleeve of Mason's shirt, eyeing the ceiling warily.]

... I would appreciate someone coming real soon, I think.

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[They'll be camped out there for a bit, so characters going up or down might pass them by. Feel free to stop and chat! Or glare. Or gloat.]

[OOC: Mason gets blanket rights to wake up and threadjack anywhere if Allison so chooses! This also means he could potentially hear Tiffany's side of audio/video conversations, even locked ones, so keep that in mind if you want your character to say something he shouldn't overhear.]

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That makes me sad. It really, really does.

Because you are beautiful, Tiff. You've got a lovely smile, an' kind eyes. I like your eyes.

[He rolls over onto his back with a groan, stretching his arms up over his head to reach for the ceiling]

Mmn. Mm mm mm.

What do you say to staying here the rest of the day? We can order in room service. Have ourselves a bit of breakfast in bed.

You think if I called our wardens, they'd deliver our plates to us? Like we were in a hotel room?

[She reaches up and touches her mouth, even more grateful than usual that Cambridge had fixed her teeth.]

I like that idea very, very much. And I think you should try it.

[She's feeling decidedly gooey, brimming with warmth and affection, and she scoots closer to nuzzle his shoulder.]

Especially the part about you staying here. With me.

[He grins, and reaches over Tiffany's body to snag her communicator, typing on it while lying horizontally across her]

'Dear....Merlin...'

'It's Tiffany, your lovely inmate, whom you love and adore. I've just had sex with a handsome British man and I would like some waffles, toot sweet. Chop chop, time's money.'

[She starts cracking up, sitting up to peer over his shoulder to see if he's actually writing it or just pretending.]

You really gonna send that? Don't even know what he'd say.

[He's totally writing it. Mason grins, glancing over his shoulder, his thumb hovering over the Send button]

Dare me to press it?

Yup.

But I'll write something to Gwen if you do.

Jus' so long as you don't call her any names, an' I will happily turn my phone over to you. Soon as I can find it in all these blankets.

[He hits Send, grinning and much pleased]

I wouldn't call her names, she's a warden. And I like her, she's nice.

[She starts rooting around in the blankets, too. There's a lot of them; it's a big bed.]

She is. She's very nice. She puts up with me.

[Mason grins, watching]

Getting a bit handsy, aren't we?

You ain't hard to put up with.

[And she definitely gives him a grope before unearthing the phone.]

Here it is.

[She starts to type...]

dear Gwen,

Good morning this is Mason your amazing inmate. I was wandering if you could'nt bring me by some

[... And then she gets to a word that she isn't sure of the spelling of, and hesitates. She doesn't want to look stupid. She doesn't want Mason to think she's stupid.]

Maybe, uh... maybe you should write this one after all.

[He gives a bit of a start of surprise before grinning, settling down again to watch Tiffany go at it. When she pauses, he wiggles his fingers, reaching for the communicator]

Here, give. Give. I shall happily dictate your words to my most beloved warden.

[If you two care to investigate the knock on your door five minutes post-text, you will find a plate of waffles and a small note written in somewhat old-timey handwriting:]

Dear Mason,

Please do not do this again.

Merlin

[There is also a condom clipped to the note because he assumes you will need a replacement, Tiffany.]

[She passes it over sheepishly.]

Thanks. It ain't because-- I mean...

[... He'd called her beautiful. Maybe she can tell him the truth. She suddenly becomes very interested in searching through the blankets for her shirt.]

-- Wasn't sure how to spell "pancakes", is all. Is it A-K-E-S, or A-C-K-E-S?

[There's a tiny, tiny millisecond where Mason pauses, before he rallies himself, nodding and breaking into a smile. He taps Tiffany gently on the shoulder to get her to look up]

Here, I'm going to show you something Georgie once showed me.

You see this little button here? S'a spellcheck. An' what it does, is that you type your little bitty message out, an' it draws a squiggly red line under everything that's misspelled. So you can go through it and pick out the words you like.

S'a really handy tool. Don't know how I got along without it, to be honest.

-- Really? There's a spellcheck on this thing?

[OH THANK GOD. Ordinarily she doesn't care all that much that her spelling and grammar are shit, but at this moment she has a vested interest in not looking bad.]

Fuck, it's like a computer or a smartphone or something. Cool.

[Then she hears the ping of her Merlin's return message and the knock. She slides her underpants and shirt back on, braless, and jumps up to check the door.]

That might be Merlin texting back; you can answer that. ... Do you think I'm dumb?

[He rolls over on his stomach to face Tiffany, propping his head up with both fists, a bit tangled in all the blankets]

What?

No. Why? Did someone say you were?

Do you think I'm dumb?

Sure, plenty of people.

And I don't think you're dumb at all. Why would I?

[She opens the door, not particularly caring about her pantsless state, and grins when she sees the food. She grins a little less when she sees the condom, because oops.]

That's not right. People shouldn't say that. Hurts the feelings.

Dunno. People think I'm dumb. I'm a bit of a fuck-up back home, sorry to say. M'not particularly good at my job.

What is it? Who's at the door?

[Tiffany turns back to grin at him.]

Waffles.

[She tosses the condom on the bedside table on her way back, where it lands next to the vase of Mason's Valentine's flowers. She glances at the note, chuckles a little guiltily, and drops it on Mason's lap for him to read.]

And people say all kinds of shit about me and people like me. I been called stupid, worthless, good-for-nothing, shouldn't've been born... trashy. White trash. Trailer trash. A lot of kinds of trash. That's why I like it here; we got some assholes, but we got some real nice people, too. People here are nicer to me than anyone's ever been to me before.

[She sounds happy and upbeat as she says this; she's focusing on the good in the present, not on the shit in the past.]

Edited (because I'm dumb) 2015-03-08 03:49 (UTC)

[He's surprised but pleased, looking over the waffles before taking up Merlin's note to read it. He breaks out into a bit of a laugh]

Can't say it's easy to fool him.

That's awful, Tiff. I mean, that really annoys me. No one ought to be saying those things about you.

[She shrugs. It's a lot easier to brush off when you're so removed from the situation. Back at home a rude comment could have her angry enough to shoot someone; here, the few times it's happened have angered her, but not to the point where just thinking about it gets her blood boiling.]

Don't worry about it. I'm happy, you know?

... But Merlin's gonna be a little pissed at me, I think. Will Gwen be mad if I finish writing that text to her?

Edited 2015-03-08 21:28 (UTC)

I'm glad. I'm happy you're happy.

Come to think of it, I've never seen Gwenny get mad at anythin'. Mostly she just gets disappointed, y'know?

... Okay. I'll make her not disappointed.

[She shoots him a sly grin, then grabs Mason's phone, angling it so he can't read what she's writing.]

You got the best inmate on the ship.

[Then she hits send.]

[ "dear Gwen,Good morning this is Mason your amazing inmate. I was wandering if you could'nt bring me by some pancakes. You got the best inmate on the ship."

uhhhhh?

the context clues aren't too hard to piece together, but she still doesn't- how- what ]

You guys can go get your own breakfast, don't be lazy.

:(

That means getting up and I'm british I don't get up before noon.

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