♻ 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.]

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[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?

[tucky]

Nope, I'm not worried. I can just wash these.

What's Der Fucking Waffle House?

[maced_eggs]

True. True.

It's actually Der Waffle House, but I flourished it a bit. S'the place where me an' my fellow reapers gather when we don't have anywhere else to be.

[tucky]

I like your name better. If they changed it I bet they'd get customers coming by just to take pictures of the sign and stuff.

[She steals a fingerful of syrup from his plate, because if you sleep with someone you're allowed to do that.]

[maced_eggs]

Nah, they can't do that. S'a family restaurant. Kiffany wouldn't allow it.

[He gives a sudden laugh]

That's coincidence, isn't it? Tiffany an' Kiffany.

[tucky]

Huh. I never heard that name before.

Is it her place?

[maced_eggs]

Nah, she's a waitress. It's some kind of chain restaurant, I've never met who owns it. An' we're there all the fuckin' time.

[tucky]

Don't that get expensive?

... Or, I guess reapers must make a lot of money. People who work with dead people always do, I think. One of my third cousins is, like, an embalmer, and he makes some serious cash. Spends it all on tina, though.

[maced_eggs]

[He gives a loud snort of laughter]

Yeah, right.

Nah. Nah, we don't get paid. Most of the time we make ends meet by squatting in dead people's houses.

[tucky]

You don't got a house of your own?

[maced_eggs]

I did. 'Til I gave it away.

[tucky]

So you're, like, homeless?

Could you get it back?

[maced_eggs]

I'm usually homeless. S'not really a huge change in circumstances.

Nah. Gave to George an' Daisy. They needed it. Were most likely going to kill one another if they stayed in the place where Georgie was.

[tucky]

Who's George? He another friend?

[maced_eggs]

George stands for Georgia. She's another reaper, same as me.

[tucky]

Why didn't y'all stay there together? It don't seem right that you had to become homeless.

[maced_eggs]

S'a bit difficult, really, when you're squatters. An' when you're living in a dead woman's house collecting her social security checks. An' reapers tend to be selfish people.