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I been thinking. I thought it was cool how the Enclosure got programmed the way it did for Bucky's party, so I was wondering if I could do that, too-- not for a party, but for a fireworks show. I don't know if any of the people here have ever been to one, but where I come from, they're real popular in the summer. You go to a big empty field at night, sit on blankets, and just... watch. Maybe bring out a keg of beer or something, I don't know. You think the Enclosure could do that?
I wanted to do it on my birthday, if things are all calmed down. Sometimes these shows can get crazy and loud with people dancing and partying, but I know I ain't in a raucous mood, and I bet I'm not the only one. So maybe a quiet one would be good right now. Something relaxing.
It'd be nice, I think.
[filtered to Dillon, Iris, Letty, Mason, Morgana, and Simon]
Merlin's better. He-- it's real complicated, but he didn't mean that stuff he said. I know that nothing was making him say it, but he had those parasites in him that had him thinking it was the best thing to do, and... he regrets it. He changed his mind.
[She sounds relieved, if just a tiny bit wary. She wasn't affected by the Sha herself, and she still isn't 100% clear on what exactly it was or how it worked-- so while she's ever-trusting and wants to give her warden the benefit of the doubt, it's going to take her a week or so of him being normal for her to fully believe that he really is staying, and he really does want her as his inmate.]
I ain't mad at him. Y'all don't have to be either.
[Mason and Simon, she's looking at you.]
[filtered to Crowley]
Hi.
I wanted to do it on my birthday, if things are all calmed down. Sometimes these shows can get crazy and loud with people dancing and partying, but I know I ain't in a raucous mood, and I bet I'm not the only one. So maybe a quiet one would be good right now. Something relaxing.
It'd be nice, I think.
[filtered to Dillon, Iris, Letty, Mason, Morgana, and Simon]
Merlin's better. He-- it's real complicated, but he didn't mean that stuff he said. I know that nothing was making him say it, but he had those parasites in him that had him thinking it was the best thing to do, and... he regrets it. He changed his mind.
[She sounds relieved, if just a tiny bit wary. She wasn't affected by the Sha herself, and she still isn't 100% clear on what exactly it was or how it worked-- so while she's ever-trusting and wants to give her warden the benefit of the doubt, it's going to take her a week or so of him being normal for her to fully believe that he really is staying, and he really does want her as his inmate.]
I ain't mad at him. Y'all don't have to be either.
[Mason and Simon, she's looking at you.]
[filtered to Crowley]
Hi.
no subject
[private]
Can you get a warden to let us in?
[If she arrives after and finds him already in there, she'll just assume he found someone.]
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Oh yes. You're not the only one who owes me a favour.
[He'll be there before her -- Duke's there in the evenings so getting in wasn't an issue. Not that it would have been anyway. Crowley has waited for Tiffany before ordering a round, though.]
[spam]
Not too weary to drink, though.]
What do you want? I was gonna have a Bud.
[spam]
A what? [He looks horrified.] That's not even a drink, that's just a reason to be sad. No, no, trust me. [After a trip to the bar, he returns with two pint glasses filled with frosty amber beer.]
Here you are, a decent Trappist ale.
[spam]
Well, it ain't the beer I grew up with, but...
[She pulls his jacket a little closer around herself.]
Why'd you give me this? It's not that cold in here.
[spam]
Oh, that? That's because you looked like you needed it. But if you don't... [He settles into the seat across from her and holds his hand out for the jacket.]
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[It's probably the most expensive article of clothing that's ever touched her skin; she'll keep it on for a little while.]
I guess I just don't get why you're so nice to me.
[The wardens, she thinks, have a reason-- it's their job. She doesn't think their kindness is disingenuous or fake, but by this point it surprises her a lot less than kindness from inmates (or... people she thinks are inmates).]
[spam]
Because you're cute.
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Think we've had this conversation before.
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That just shows I'm steadfast.
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[... Maybe.]
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[To other people, anyway. Puppies are gross.]
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I ain't a puppy.
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Well, that was okay-- pretty good, actually. But I’m getting a Bud next; maybe I'll get another one of these after that.
You ever had a Bud? Bud Lite?
[spam]
No. Don't think I ever will, either.
[spam]
[Still, she orders up just one Budweiser, and drinks it straight out of the can.]
[spam]
[That's fine, he will nurse his ale over here. Drink your American cow piss, Tiffany.< / liquor snob >]
[spam]
Mmmmmm. That’s good. That tastes like home.
Your shit's some strong stuff, though. I think I'm feeling it a little bit.
[That's not bad, though. She likes getting drunk, and after the week she's had, she's of the opinion that she needs it.]
[spam]
Is that such a good thing?
It's monks' ale. They spend all their time praying and producing this stuff, it's their spiritual path.
[Nothing wrong with getting drunk. Crowley is a great fan of it and it seems like everyone could do with it this week.]
[spam]
[Now she's almost wishing she'd ordered another.]
And I meant it reminds me of home. Not prison; not where I was before. It reminds me of where I was before I was... where I was before.
Fuck, that's fucking confusing.
[spam]
Home, eh? With beer like that, it must've been a wonderful place.
What were you in prison for, then? Un-confuse me from there.
[spam]
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[He shrugs.] Only if you don't mind.
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People are-- people are assholes; people are fucking rude assholes. I don't miss that at all; people here are nice.
She should've been nicer to me; I was in a vulnerable state.
... But maybe I shouldn't've done it. I don't know. I don't think about it; I don't like to.
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