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[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.]

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awwwwww

[tucky]

[She jerks up, startled; she'd been so focused on praying that she hadn't heard anyone approaching. When she sees who it is, though, the relief on her face is very, very visible.]

Simon.

[She pulls away from Mason for a moment, throwing her arms around Simon's neck.]

[irishrotter]

Oh--

[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.

[tucky]

[Still clinging to Simon with one arm, she reaches the other back to Mason again, wanting to make sure he doesn't fall over or something.]

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.]

[irishrotter]

...Okay.

[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?

[tucky]

Alcohol, probably. Maybe some other stuff. Did you see the bedrooms? He was in there, and the monsters-- or whatever they were-- were all over him.

[irishrotter]

Yeah...

[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?

[tucky]

I tried those already. They just kept going on forever.

[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.

[irishrotter]

I'm not sure there's a choice. I came from downstairs -- I don't recommend returning that way.

[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.]

[tucky]

That cat told me I should let him sleep.

[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

[absentconstellation]

[ Pounce rose slowly to his feet, stretching and yawning. It is the way of cats that one can never really tell if they're all the way asleep. ]

He is only drained and a bit drunk, not injured.

[ The Cat could become larger and drag Mason himself, but that would be terribly undignified, so he doesn't mention it. ]

/scoot scoot

[maced_eggs]

[Mason blinks blearily up at the man touching his knee, before throwing his arm back over his face with a yawn]

S'o fuckin' noisy.

Whatrewe doing..

[tucky]

Going with Simon.

[She leans over Mason, peering worriedly at his face. He still looks pretty out of it, but she's hoping that's only because he just woke up.]

Okay? Please? I don't wanna leave you here; I'm not going to.

[maced_eggs]

[He squints back up at Tiffany - upon realizing who it is, Mason relaxes into a goofy smile]

Don't want you to leave either, love.

Who's Simon?

[tucky]

[She manages a shaky, tight-lipped smile back, leaning forward to peck him on the mouth.]

My friend. Right there.

[She points.]

You still wanna find Gwen, right? We can look for her. She's okay; I talked to her.

But we have to go back to the Barge. Real bad things are going to happen if we don't.

[maced_eggs]

[Oh, hi kissing. Kissing is nice. Mason shuts his eyes again, his head lulling back]

Gwenny's okay?

If Gwenny's okay nothing bad's happening. You worry too much.

[tucky]

No, Mason, lots of bad stuff is happening. You got all drained; you can feel it, right? And just because she's okay right now don't mean she'll be okay later. Same with us.

[She touches his cheek, trying to get him to open his eyes again.]

Please come with me, okay? Simon can carry you so you don't, like, fall down the stairs or anything. Please.

[irishrotter]

[Simon exchanges a glance with the Cat and tries not to think about how objectively ridiculous that is.]

We need to be getting out of here, Mason.

[And although he's not delighted at the idea of carrying him, he also doesn't really feel like standing around and arguing about it when he has other work to be doing. He bends down again and lifts Mason in one easy movement, throwing him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.]

[tucky]

Thanks.

[Sorry, Mason.]

Up the stairs, right?

[absentconstellation]

I could always scratch him, if that would help.

[ He is probably joking. Come on Mason don't be such a lump. ]

[tucky]

Uh-- no, that's okay. Please don't do that.

[maced_eggs]

[He gives a muffled grunt, but at least he lies still over Simon's shoulder, groaning with his arms dangling low]

S'a fucking weird day I'm having..

[tucky]

[Tiffany pats his hand.]

I know. It's gonna be okay.

[irishrotter]

Come on. Up we go. [He flashes Tiffany and the Cat a rueful smile and starts moving, carrying Mason like a sack of potatoes.]

[tucky]

[Tiffany leaves Mason for the moment, moving up to walk next to Simon.]

Thank you. You are just what I needed right now.

[irishrotter]

[That earns her a more real, firmer smile. He reaches out with the hand not holding Mason against his shoulder and ruffles her hair affectionately.]

I'm glad.