tucky | ♻ 009 | video/spam

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♻ 009 | video/spam

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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.]

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[He's surprised but also pleased, leaning down to assist Tiffany in the kiss.

Yeah. He could get used to this]

[After a significant amount of time, she finally pulls back slightly, just enough to be able to talk.]

I would do that again, helping you. Saving you. And I'd let you do the same thing for me.

Why aren't we sleeping together?

[Well, that's… one way to proposition someone, all right.]

[Mason gives a cosy grin of his own, nodding]

I'd like that. I like the idea of it. Us looking after each other, like a team. Couple of regular pioneers.

[But his smile fades to a look of honest surprise when Tiffany asks her next question]

W-what?

Uhm.

Uhm, I don't. I dunno.

Didn't think you'd want to.

[She chuckles, suddenly self-conscious despite her forwardness five seconds ago.]

Yeah, uh-- I would. You know, theoretically.

But you can pretend I didn't ask that at all if you want. If I'm being too... I don't know.

[Tiffany, you're talking to a guy who drilled a hole in his own brain. He's not the brightest bulb. It takes him a while to figure out things]

Theoretically?

So you were just asking to ask?

...I'm not getting it, Tiff.

No, no, no, I mean... I was asking for real. Because I like you. A lot.

[He gives a patently nervous giggle. Very mature.]

I like you too. A lot.

Uhm. Can't help but notice we're a bit..exposed here.

Oh.

Should I ask you again in my room?

...Yes please. I like to hear you say it.

Really?

[So she pulls open the door and ushers him in, shutting it behind them. Then she's silent for a few moments-- because she's putting herself out there, and she still isn't quite sure what to make of his reaction. It's embarrassing and a little nerve-wracking.]

Uh... I like you? Is that the part you like hearing, or...

[He leans down to kiss Tiffany again - another long moment, and at least he tries to keep his tongue in his mouth like a gentleman.

When he pulls away, he winks]

Yeah.

[Not many people have reason to like Mason]

[She chuckles again, bumping her forehead against his shoulder.]

You're really good-looking, and you're kind to me-- very, very kind. And I like it when you hug me and I like it when you kiss me, and I just like… you; I like you. You make me feel happy and calm and safe. You got nice eyes and a nice smile and when you smile at me my stomach flips.

You're a special person to me, and you haven't got any reason to be jealous of my warden. Not at all.

[Yeah, she figured out what that was all about in the infirmary. Or, more accurately, Merlin figured it out and told her.]

[Looking a bit overwhelmed, Mason ducks his head down sheepishly, having no defense against such a barrage of compliments]

Ah, Tiff. How is it you always know the precise right thing to say?

M'not jealous. I wasn't, really. He jus' caught me offguard, was all.

Just saying how I feel, is all. Being brave, right?

[He nods, his hands sliding down the length of Tiffany's arms to take her hands]

What's that they say about making hay while the sun shines?

Good idea.

[And she's about to lead him over to her bed, but then she hesitates.]

Wait.

Don't… don't just do it because you think I saved your life and you owe me, okay? That ain't what I want.

[He blinks, stalling when Tiffany does]

Tiff, if I was going to owe you, I would not try to repay you in sexual favors. You've an unrealistic expectation of my natural prowess.

[Okay, cracking up a little bit here-- but she's relieved that he doesn't think helping him out in the port was some kind of fucked-up coercion, anyway.]

I guess I'll see, right?

[His grin is back now, as he gestures with the hand Tiffany isn't holding]

Lead on, my darling. It's your rodeo.

[And then they have sex!

Afterwards, she lies back with her arm thrown over her face, giving herself a chance to let her breathing slow back down to its normal rate. After a moment or two she grins, nudging Mason playfully with her elbow.]

So who's better, me or the monsters in that flood?

[Flood, breach, port. Whatever.]

[And then some XXX rated stuff happened where Mason had to remember all over again how to do the thing and that other thing and then this happened and he couldn't apologize enough but hopefully will still be able to look Tiffany in the eye afterwards and then he completely fell asleep.

But he's woken up by the elbow nudging, giving a snort awake]

Whuh?

Well, s'not really a fair comparison, is it? They were murdering me at the time.

[Oh, Mason. She likes him enough that she thinks it was great no matter what.]

Yeah, I know. I was just kidding.

[She looks at him fondly and kisses his shoulder.]

Didn't know you was asleep, sorry. You can sleep again if you want.

[He gives a sleepy grin at the kiss, rolling over on his side to face her and propping his head up]

S'all right. Sorry. S'just been a long time.

..A really fucking long time.

Longer than three years? 'Cause that's almost what it was for me.

[No conjugal visits allowed at Litchfield. And speaking of Litchfield...

Her tone gets a little more subdued, and she averts her eyes.]

You know, you-- you never asked me why I was in prison. And I know I've mentioned it a couple times, so it ain't like you didn't know. Didn't you ever wonder why? I mean… for all you know I could've killed someone.

[Spoilers: she killed someone.]

Longer'n three years.

[unless you count the Goth chick who dragged him into a closet for a quick one, but Mason tends not to count her]

Tiff. Darling.

I am a fucking grim reaper. I'm aroun' people who every day are killing someone. I've killed someone. There are worse crimes. An' killing doesn't necessarily make you a bad person.

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