♻ 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.

[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.]

Comments

[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.

[tucky]

[She smiles back, bumping her shoulder against his arm-- very lightly, not wanting to throw him off-balance.

And up the stairs they go.]