♻ 009 | video/spam

[tucky]

[video]

[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.]

Comments

[post-breach spam]

[tucky]

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.

[post-breach spam]

[maced_eggs]

[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.

[takeyouapart]

[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.]

[post-breach spam]

[tucky]

[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?

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[maced_eggs]

[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.

[post-breach spam]

[tucky]

-- 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?

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[maced_eggs]

[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?

[post-breach spam]

[tucky]

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.]

[post-breach spam]

[maced_eggs]

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?

[post-breach spam]

[tucky]

[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.]

[post-breach spam]

[maced_eggs]

[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.

[post-breach spam]

[tucky]

[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?

[post-breach spam]

[maced_eggs]

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?

[post-breach spam]

[tucky]

... 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.]

[interns]

[ "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.

[tucky]

:(

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

[interns]

You're ridiculous. And I'm still not getting you breakfast.

[tucky]

But I'm very cute and I don't want to get out of bed today.

[interns]

I'm putting down my communicator now.
Go get breakfast.
Don't cause trouble.

[tucky]

Wait wait wait wait wait don't get mad at him I'm not really Mason.

[interns]

I'm not mad, and I figured this wasn't Mason.
I'm just definitely not getting you breakfast. :P

[tucky]

Oh how did you know? This is Tiffany btw.

It's ok my warden did room service.

[interns]

The change in perspective in the middle of that first text gave it away.

Did he really?

[tucky]

Oh. The first part was me to actually.

He did it was real nice of him. I don't think he was very happy but he dropped it off and ran away.

And I am kidnapping your inmate the ransom demand is orange juice.

[interns]

Hey, if you're kidnapping him, that means he's your responsibility now. Which means you need to keep him washed and fed. No sweets after 9pm. And he has to practice his guitar for at least an hour.