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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.
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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.]
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[ LOOK he used her name.]
This place is likely not going to get better, likely to get worse. Now, do you want help moving him or not.
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We're… gonna wait for a warden, I think.
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Yes, because every warden is as strong as a demon that could carry your little drunk friend off to wherever you need. Whatever, I offered and now I leave. Keep your eyes open, more often than not things are not what they appear in places like these.
[ he turned, to start heading back the way he came.]
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At that moment, when she's feeling extra worried and freaked out, a wispy piece of something floats past her face, brushing against her cheek. She lets out a surprised, scared yelp and bats it away, turning to wrap her arms around Mason's sleeping form, burying her face in his neck. This is all wrong; she isn't supposed to have to deal with stuff like this. She's just a normal, nonmagical girl from Pennsylvania. How did she even get here?]
I'm scared, Mason.
[She whispers it against his skin-- quietly, not trying to wake him up.]
I'm very scared.
[And then-- silently, in her head-- she starts to pray.]
I'm sorry I can't resist
Tiffany.
[He shakes her shoulder gently to rouse her, the touch of his hand heavy and cool and firm.]
awwwwww
Simon.
[She pulls away from Mason for a moment, throwing her arms around Simon's neck.]
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[He lets out a soft, surprised sound, but he doesn't hesitate to wrap her up in his arms. Though the temperature of his skin might be less than comforting, his big, puffy coat might make up for that: it's like hugging an extremely solid pillow.]
Hey. You're okay. We've got you, me and...
[He glances over her shoulder at Mason.]
I've got you.
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This is Mason. We are taking care of each other.
[She figures he would appreciate her putting it that way. And honestly, it's not even really a lie-- Mason might be next to useless right now, but Tiffany adores him, and just his presence is something of a comfort. She doesn't want to be alone in a place like this.]
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[Well, it's cute, even if it seems remarkably false at the moment. He looks up and down the stairs, then back at Mason.]
Do you know what he took?
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[He frowns. That room had been strange -- none of it should have worked on him, but he could feel it, all the same. He hadn't been inclined to stay for either the food or the drink, and even the most handsome of the guests had only been a momentary distraction, but by the time he'd made it past the Opera House he'd felt bizarrely exhausted. He can see what a number it might have done if he'd been, say, human.
He looks back up the stairs.]
I think we'd better press on, don't you?
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[But she's willing to try again, with Simon.
She pulls away from him, a little reluctantly, and turns back to Mason.]
Can you help me with him? 'Cause he's pretty damn heavy.
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[He crouches down at the request, studying Mason for a second. He reaches out, touching his knee.]
Hey.
[If Mason doesn't respond then, he's getting picked up.]
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[Said cat is sleeping nearby, actually.]
He's hammered, and also had some other stuff done to him. Think we can carry him?
/slides in here
/scoot scoot
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thanks anyway
even thogh i did'nt want to go with you thank you for offerring
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but i do'nt know why you would help me and mine either
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I was there, it is the only reason. Do not concern yourself
[ He's texting her as he is still sitting beside Kara's body, he hasn't left really motivated himself to abandon the poor girls corpse, yet. ]
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[ He never intended to tell her that before this moment but with the opera house fresh on his mind and another brilliant failure laying beside him under his coat he just doesn't see a point in lying. He's a failure with this. He's stopped caring for far too long.]
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even me
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how long did you have to stay in 0 that day
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kind of surprised they put you in at all.
[It would have been normal in her old prison-- the guards didn't care much who started a fight, or whether someone was just defending themselves or not-- but looking back, she is surprised that the Barge isn't different in that respect.]
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