♻ 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

[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.

[tucky]

But you gave it to them.

That ain't selfish at all. You're a good person, Mason; a real good person.

[She reclines further against the pillows, relaxed and luxuriating, using her fingertips to lightly trace patterns on his arm.]

[maced_eggs]

Yeees, but I did steal it from someone who wasn't using it at the time. On account of, being, y'know. Dead.

[He smiles a bit in return, steading his head with his other arm]

You really think so?

[tucky]

Yeah. I wasn't lying about all that stuff I said before, you know.

[maced_eggs]

Can I jus' say, how much I enjoy your insistence on seeing the good in me? Beyond all the fucking up?

[tucky]

Yeah. Yeah, you can say that.

[Though to be fair, she hasn't seen the worst of the fucking up.]

There's just a lot of good to see, is all, and I do really like you a lot.

[maced_eggs]

M'glad. M'glad to be bringing you joy, 'stead of misery an' death.

[tucky]

[Oh, Mason. Tiffany's big grin fades a little, replacing itself with something softer. She reaches up to touch his cheek.]

Yeah.

I got more good in me here than I ever have anywhere else. It's like all the dark and ugly bits are gone, and you're a part of why.

[The dark and ugly bits aren't actually anywhere close to being gone-- they're just currently not being accentuated. But she feels like they are, at least right now.]

[maced_eggs]

[He gives a bit of a smile at the touch, but doesn't react more than that, trapped again in his own head]

That's nice to hear. I like it here too. Makes me feel less of a fuck-up.

[tucky]

[She nods, falling silent for a moment or two as she just watches him.]

You gonna be okay?

[maced_eggs]

Think so.

What about you?

[tucky]

Mmhm, yeah. I'm gonna be just fine.

Wrap this up here?

[maced_eggs]

[He gives a smile, lying back down with his arm stretched out around Tiffany's middle]