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[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.]
[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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[ Gwen's already moving when her video feed clicks on. not that she's in any position to be rescuing anyone right now, but that's okay. also, she's assuming Mason's just passed out, not.. drunk. woops. ]
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[So his version of heaven, basically. Convincing him to leave had been an adventure. Tiffany's also under the impression that he's more drunk than he actually is, so if he wants his reputation cleared he'll have to explain the situation himself someday.]
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[ it's weird, feeling mad and worried at the same time, but she's kind of getting used to it ]
Are you sure you're safe where you are right now? What did you mean when you said the stairs never end?
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[She bites her lip, looking at Gwen.]
Look, it ain't his fault, okay? You didn't feel it in there; it was... it was weird. It fucked up my head a little bit too, and I wasn't even in there for that long.
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[ it's more of a worried whisper to herself than an actual question though ]
It's- I'm not mad, not at him. I have no doubt this whole place is the problem, not Mason. It's just- frustrating, that's all. That things like this happen and we can't do anything to stop it.
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... I went up a couple floors, so I can tell you we're not at the very bottom. But he'll be happy if you come. He was worried about you, I think.