♻ 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.

[spam]

[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]

[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.

[tucky]

Are you asking me to wash your inmate

[interns]

ew.

nevermind you don't get to keep him.

[tucky]

lol just joking.

I'm keeping him for the day though we decided not to get up. You can have him back tomorrow.

[maced_eggs]

[He peers over Tiffany's shoulder, squinting down at the communicator]

Here, what're you writing?

[tucky]

Chatting with your warden, is all. You gonna eat your waffles?

[She takes a bite of one herself, careful not to drip syrup on the sheets.]

[maced_eggs]

[He blinks, but goes back to his food, cutting up the breakfast so generously provided]

What's she saying?

[tucky]

She's not gonna bring us anything, I don't think.

But let's stay here all day anyway.

[maced_eggs]

Wouldn't mind doing that meself.

[tucky]

No shit, it was your idea.

[Finishing her food, she reaches over to put her empty plate on the bedside table, then flops back onto the pillows. Lazing around in the morning was never an option at Litchfield, and she likes taking advantage of the change here-- especially since her bed is a big, fluffy cloud and not a hard little cot.]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason, still eating his own waffles, sets his plate on his stomach and feeds himself laying down, like a high-class Grecian.

This is way, way better than his reaping job.]

[tucky]

[She laughs, watching him.]

We're gonna get fucking crumbs in the bed; shit.

[maced_eggs]

S'better than eating at der fuckin' Waffle House.

Are you worried, my darling? Do you think I would let any crumbs go to waste on a free breakfast?