♻ 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]

You ever been in love before, Doc?

[changeitroundsome]

I've never been in like. Too messy.

[maced_eggs]

You're telling me for all your talk of true love, there's not a pretty girl waiting for you at home?

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier gives a loud laugh at that. ]

I'm an observer. I ain't got a soul waitin' for me at home.

[maced_eggs]

What? No one?

An' I thought reapers were lonely souls.

[changeitroundsome]

No one.

I ain't lonely. I got Shadow.

[Facilier, your own shadow doesn't count.]

[maced_eggs]

Your bloody shadow does not talk back.

[changeitroundsome]

Just because you don't understand him doesn't mean I can't.

[maced_eggs]

Mate, he's you. He can't bloody communicate like a regular person.

[changeitroundsome]

He communicates just fine.

[HE IS SO LEGITIMATELY LONELY. ]

[maced_eggs]

Yeah? What's he saying now?

[changeitroundsome]

He's saying you're being too damn smug.

[maced_eggs]

...That's you who said that.

[changeitroundsome]

No. It was Shadow. Definitely.

[maced_eggs]

...Really?

[changeitroundsome]

Such disbelief, Mason. I'm hurt.

[There's still a 50/50 chance he's lying so it's well places disbelief, really. ]

[maced_eggs]

Well, I can't hear him, is all.

[changeitroundsome]

You could hear your shadow, probably. If it was split from you.

[maced_eggs]

Sounds a bit painful. No thank you.

[changeitroundsome]

Honestly, it's worth more than ya'll can probably pay.

[maced_eggs]

It costs money to split a bloody shadow?

[changeitroundsome]

Not that kinda cost. Money wasn't involved.

[tucky]

[Meanwhile, Tiffany is the background, starting to look a little nervous about where this conversation is heading.

demonssssss]

[maced_eggs]

[Sorry, Tiff! Mason just looks plain interested]

So it's like pulling souls?

[changeitroundsome]

[Tiff, really. ]

Something like that.

[He'd get more into it, but he's aware Tiffany is listening and he does not want her to know these things. Mason has earned something like trust, she certainly hasn't.]