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[tucky]

[warden filter]

So, uh-- when I first got here, Dr. Cambridge put an implant in me, so I wouldn't have to deal with periods and stuff. But it was a birth control thing too, so that means if I'm having sex I don't have to bother with condoms or nothing, right?

[She sounds hopeful. Please give her the green light to be irresponsible, guys!

(Just kidding, please don't.) ]

[spam]

[Little-known fact: the deck kind of freaks Tiffany out. Out there, space is right in your face, and there's so much of it-- it's impossibly big, and it makes her feel impossibly small. She's never even seen the ocean from the deck of a ship; seeing the entire universe from one is infinitely more overwhelming.

But it's also nice and peaceful, in a way-- not to mention beautiful. So sometimes when she's feeling particularly brave (and right now, post-port, she definitely is) she goes out onto the main deck. She almost always stays away from the railing, opting instead to stick as close to the side of the ship as possible. Sometimes she walks, but it makes her feel a little dizzy. Mostly, she can be found sitting down-- not on a bench, but on the floor, her back pressed against the solid, reassuring Barge wall.

It doesn't matter where she sits. Either way, she can still see the stars.]

[filtered to Mason; dated to after her conversation with Barbara]

This is the kind of message you aren't supposed to respond to and in fact you should delete it off your phone once you have read it and pretend you realized it all on your own. I know guys don't pick up signals sometimes but if I'm real honest girls are the same way even though we're supposed to be better at this stuff so don't feel bad. So in case you didn't already know the signal coming from me is this, I like how things are and will not be unhappy at all if nothing changes but if you asked me out on a date someday I would say yes.

[Look at her, using spellcheck! It doesn't help with punctuation issues, but still.]

Comments

[not actually here]

[irishrotter]

[...n o p e he is letting someone else handle this one.]

[not actually here]

[tucky]

[She's just glad it doesn't freak you out that she let a doctor inject an implant into her skin, bro.]

[not actually here]

[irishrotter]

[It does a little, but so does this entire conversation, soooo.]

[not actually here]

[tucky]

[Tiffany "Bad Life Choices" Doggett running around sleeping with people probably freaks a lot of people out tbh.]

[private]

[lydiascreams]

[She's a little horrified, if she's honest. Not about the subject, but about her lack of information.]

No. Not really. But it depends on your partner.

[private]

[tucky]

Oh, he don't have like... diseases or nothing, I don't think.

[private]

[lydiascreams]

You don't think? Did either of you get tested?

Are you exclusive? [Are you freaking serious?]

[no_tell_belle]

[Dear God.]

She's right--condoms aren't just about birth control. And if you both haven't been tested recently, you haven't been tested.

[tucky]

I can't ask him to get tested! Ain't that kind of rude?

[no_tell_belle]

You're exchanging bodily fluids--no, it's not rude. It's responsible. Giving him herpes--now that would be rude.

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[takeyouapart]

[OOC: The deck itself doesn't need Warden permission! Just the stuff above it - pub, Enclosure etc.]

[In a couple days' time, Merlin will be reading Tiffany's enquiry, sighing deeply and leaving it in the hands of more capable parties - right now, he's waking disoriented and fuzzy from what felt like an exceptionally deep sleep.

He checks his communicator and knows immediately that he's missed something big. Which makes his next job checking his Item - first to make sure that Tiffany's still alive, and then to confirm her location. And then he's on his way to wherever she is.]

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[tucky]

[Post-port, Tiffany is hanging out in her room, fiddling around with her communicator. She's looking for news about Merlin, actually-- she hadn't been able to find him in port, and when she'd gotten back she'd hunted around the ship to no avail. He hadn't answered knocks at his door, either-- but his door was still there, which she understood to be a good sign. Still, she's worried.

Her door is unlocked, and slightly ajar; she's sitting cross-legged on her bed, iPod lying next to her.]

[OOC: Ooh, I was going off of the settings page, which says the main deck requires a warden item; is there possibly a difference between the main deck and other parts of the deck?]

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[takeyouapart]

[ooc: just checked with the mods, setting page is inaccurate! They're gonna fix it.]

[Merlin taps on the door to announce himself more than anything, then pokes his head around the frame. She looks fine, and it leaves him relieved.]

Hi, Tiffany. May I come in?

[americasdirtiest]

[Mickey likes the deck, and oddly enough, it's for the very same reason Tiffany's afraid of it. Back home, even though no one ever gives a shit if he smokes in the house, he likes to go out on the front porch and watch the El go by. Sometimes he'll go even further afield and camp out in one of the abandoned, half-ruined buildings back behind the lots. That had been a favorite of his around the wedding, when his wife was begrudgingly moving all her crap into his house.

He's usually alone, but it's not really about that. It's this: space. For someone who spends most of his life feeling trapped, there's something about being able to watch the train pass endlessly, the sky through broken bricks, the endlessness of the stars. He doesn't really ever think about leaving, but there's something about knowing it's out there.

The upshot being that he's actually up here pretty often, virtually always with a cigarette in one hand and often with a brown-bagged bottle in the other. He leans right up against the rail, smoking over the side, silent and pensive. When he spots her moving out of the corner of his eye, he glances over, then turns to watch her like he's waiting to see if she's got something to say.]

[tucky]

[She gives him a glance of her own, but looks away quickly. She still remembers that he'd suggested they just stay away from each other, and even though she doesn't feel particularly antagonistic towards him anymore (she thinks he's a dick, but he's a familiar dick-- the kind of dick that's a dime a dozen back home; the kind of dick that she herself is, really), she isn't sure if that agreement still holds.

When she realizes he's watching her, though, she shifts uncomfortably. His expression doesn't look particularly hostile to her, but she's still wondering if this is supposed to be some kind of challenge.]

... Ain't you worried you're gonna fall over the edge?

[Though for all she knows, there's some kind of force field there to stop that from happening. She hasn't ever been close enough to the railing to know for sure.]

[americasdirtiest]

[Well, whatever he was expecting, it wasn't that. He squints at her, then over his shoulder at the railing.]

...not unless I decide to jump the fuck off, not really.

[themissingpiece]

Still gotta worry about STDs, I think. Don't think they're a ton of those on the barge.

If... If you got somebody in mind you can just ask 'em, I guess.

[tucky]

If there aren't a ton of them then what's the problem?

[themissingpiece]

[So very awkward and regretting saying anything.] Chance is still there. Some people lie about it. Dudes that are so interested in just having sex they leave it out.

[He clears his throat. wow why is this suddenly so hard to talk about.] It's just... better to be safe.

[bodilesswarrior]

[Her tone is gentle, but stern.] If this guy really cares about you, testing shouldn't be a big deal. It's about comfort, and safety, and trust.

[tucky]

Aw, come on. I'm asking about condoms, not about testing.

[bodilesswarrior]

If you don't want to use condoms, testing is what you need.

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[walkthedarkpath]

[ Unlike her, Vergil loves being on deck. He had finished his day and had purged his anger with Souji in the Enclosure. His anger was sated for now at least. He had borrowed a cigarette from a Crowley at some point earlier in the day, and now he had come to the deck for just that. He would not smoke in his own room, he was too prissy for that. Usually he only did so socially anyway. Tonight it was just something to do to kill a few minutes.

He had only just lit the thing up when he heard someone else come on deck, he figured it was another drunkard going to the pub. So he didn't even look back, he just kept leaning on the railing looking over the edge.]

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[tucky]

[The last time she'd seen Vergil on the deck, Tiffany had turned tail and taken off in the other direction. Now, she just keeps walking. She passes him, and goes to sit down on the floor-- not too close, but not all that far away, either.]

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[walkthedarkpath]

[ He stays quiet a long few moments mostly nursing the cigarette with a beginners finesse. He was looking to the stars, but he could tell she was there.]

Good to see you made it out alright.

[ He finally spoke as he ashed over the edge of the railing.]