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[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.) ]
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[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.]
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.) ]
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[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.]
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...not unless I decide to jump the fuck off, not really.
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[Call her morbidly curious.]
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[Tiffany winces at that mental image. She's done reckless and dangerous things before, but nothing as (in her mind) insane as windsurfing off the back of a spaceship.]
... That sounds fucking terrifying, and I ain't afraid to say it. He's crazy.
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Mostly just stupid and totally fucking lacking in impulse control.
[And Mickey's the one who got demoted, so that's saying something.]
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[At home, she'd accepted the idea that sometimes the people in charge don't deserve to be. But she has a lot of faith in the Barge right now, and in the Admiral, and feels confident that an incompetent warden would be demoted.]
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[He turns back around, eyeing her skeptically.]
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You ain't as terrible as all that, I guess. You're a fucking dick, but... I don't know. You took the high road with me instead of fighting. You voted for Mason in Chris's betting pool.
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I'm just saying, don't act like the wardens are all made out of communion wafers and fucking holy water, 'cause they're not. There are plenty of twisted assholes on that side of the fence, too.
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What's got you so scared of the railing?
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[Yes she is.]
It's just that... it's so big out there. There's so much of it and it's all around us.
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[Not getting it. At all.]
You know that's true back on Earth too, right? It's fucking space. That's what it's there for.
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It's different when you're up in it.
[But she pulls away from the wall a little, sliding herself-- still in a seated position-- a foot or two closer to the railing.]
... You really think Mason's gonna leave here soon?
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Guess that's true. You can't see shit from up here in Chicago.
[The question... that takes him a moment to answer. He looks away again, flicking ash.]
I dunno. Maybe. Like anyone knows how the Admiral actually fucking decides on anything.
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[Another experimental scoot, just a few inches this time.]
You from Chicago?
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[He turns back to her, raising a brow slightly -- why would she want to know?] You're not. [Not with that accent.]
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[She doesn't even know what the "South Side" is, other than-- she assumes-- the south of the city.]
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[Despite the profanity, it's not particularly belligerent. No more than his usual air of ground-in misanthropy, anyway.
Then he scoffs quietly and smirks as it clicks.]
Trying not to ask too many questions about your bangbuddy, huh.
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[He reminded her a little bit of people from home, which was why-- even though she didn't like him much-- him calling her a redneck in Chris's post had bugged her less than it would have if it had come from someone else.]
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Well... Chicago. Me 'n' Ian both.
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[She slides close enough to the railing that she could reach out and touch it if she wanted to; she almost does, but at the last second she gets spooked and changes her mind, skittering back to the comfort of the big, solid Barge wall.]
-- And I ain't ashamed to be asking a question about Mason.
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[Seriously, Tucky? He rolls his eyes and extends his hand well over the side of the railing to flick the butt of his cigarette away.]
Okay, Deliverance. Whatever you say.
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