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[tucky]

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.

Comments

[Filter]

[routemistress]

Oh good. I wouldn't've hit 'im if I 'adn't 'ad a parasite meself. I ought to go take 'im a fruit basket or summat, I think. I'm not sure I didn't break 'is nose.

[Filter]

[tucky]

I thought you probably wouldn't stay mad.

[Simon, on the other hand...]

You didn't get demoted, right?

[Filter]

[routemistress]

Oh no. Neither of us would've chosen to do what we did. Just another bit of barge-based bollocks.

I like the sound of a firework party.

[Filter]

[tucky]

Good. Can you set it up for me? Can inmates program the Enclosure?

[private]

Do you think Simon will forgive Merlin? I don't really want him hating my warden.

[Filter]

[routemistress]

'Course I can. 'Ey, I'll bet your Merlin can do some spectacular pyrotechnics. That's a young man who's not 'ad nearly enough practise 'aving fun with 'is magic, if I'm any judge.

[private]

I honestly don't know, lovey. 'E didn't seem in a very forgiving mood whan I talked to 'im the other day.

[Filter]

[tucky]

Yeah? Maybe I'll ask him 'cause that'd be awesome.

[private]

You think he has a parasite too? He wasn't getting violent or nothing.

[Filter]

[routemistress]

Definitely. I bet 'e can surprise you.

[private]

...I 'adn't thought of that. I don't really know 'im very well, only to say 'ello to. I sort of assumed 'e was just naturally angry.

Can't 'urt to 'ave a look. Dillon can spot 'em. I probably could if I knew 'im better, but I doubt I could as it is.

[Private]

[tucky]

He kind of is sometimes. Maybe he's just normal right now.

[She hopes so, anyway.]

He isn't acting not normal.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

I don't think it's the Enclosure that would be difficult. A load of people like these around explosives, though -- that's a horse of a different color.

[Private]

Hi.

[tucky]

They don't have to be real explosives that we set off ourselves. It could be a fake show that just looks real.

[private]

Thanks.

For sitting with me in the port, I mean.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Why not a laser show? I'm sure someone would rig that up.

[Private]

Don't worry about it, get me a drink sometime.

[tucky]

Nah. Gotta go traditional.

[private]

You can get drinks for free, though.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

It had better still have a great soundtrack.

[Private]

Then you'll just have to owe me one.

[tucky]

You mean like a band or something? I don't know if we can get that.

[private]

Hm.

Could go to the pub now if you wanted, actually. I could use a drink.

[Things are going better, but this week has still been overwhelming.]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

No, like when you go to a laser show and they play Pink Floyd or John Williams.

[Private]

Why not. I'll meet you there.

[It's been ridiculous. Crowley hadn't been in the thick of it but he got caught on the sidelines, and let's just say it wasn't so easy to watch.]

[tucky]

I've never been to a laser show.

[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.]

[ Private ]

[leavetreadmarks]

I'm not mad at him, Tiffany. Not for that.

Obviously he found you. You good?

[ Private ]

[tucky]

Yeah.

He told me you were the one who helped him.

[ Private ]

[leavetreadmarks]

I think mostly I was just being a bitch, but I was there, yeah.

[ Private ]

[tucky]

He didn't say that. He said you did good.

[ Private ]

[leavetreadmarks]

Well, sometimes a good dose of bitch is exactly what someone needs.

[ Private ]

[tucky]

I guess so.

Don't be a bitch to him now, okay?

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Well, you are American. There's an innate fondness there for blowing things up.

[Private]

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.]

[ Private ]

[leavetreadmarks]

Only if I have to be. Promise.

[spam]

[tucky]

[Once he lets her in, she slumps down in a booth with a sigh. She's not unhappy-- on the contrary, her mood's actually pretty good-- but she's tired. Weary.

Not too weary to drink, though.]

What do you want? I was gonna have a Bud.