♻ 013 | video/text

[tucky]

[video]

[Tiffany, of course, makes a point of visiting the chapel every Sunday morning, but she also drops by every few days besides that as well. Today, she'd noticed something was amiss the moment she'd walked into the room: it smells funny (like there'd been a fire, she thought), it's dustier than usual, and there's a large sunken stain on the floor.

She is very displeased about this, and becomes doubly so when she finds Dillon's broken rosary on the floor.]

Hey.

[She's filming herself sitting on one of the newly-shortened pews, looking sternly at the camera.]

The fuck happened in here? Where's Dillon? This is his.

[She holds up the rosary, dangling it from her fingers.]

Somebody kill him? Were y'all fighting in the chapel?

I don't got an anger parasite in me, but if someone hurt Dillon, when he just woke up, you got me to deal with, you hear? You don't fight in God's house, and you don't hurt my friends in here, either.

Fuckers.

[And with that, she cuts the feed. She'll be in the chapel for a while, first looking around for clues and then sitting and praying.]

[text]

[Hours later, after her conversation with Jean, she adds a short addition to her post.]

dillon is dead i dont know if he's coming back

Comments

[withtheoldbreed]

I haven't seen him. [Says the guy who looks like Dillon's slightly older, less scarred twin brother.] There anything else there?

[tucky]

[She blinks in surprise, then squints, because what is this. She's seen a few Barge facetwins around, but none who look like anyone she's as close to as she is to Dillon.]

Yeah. Look at this.

[She tilts the camera to show him the stain on the ground.]

... Who the fuck are you?

[Normally, she wouldn't talk to someone like that unless she was sure they were an inmate. But she's been getting a little more lax in general, and today, she's too pissed off to think about that.]

[withtheoldbreed]

[Oh. Gene's been around enough blood and gore in his time to know exactly what that must mean, and there's a moment where he almost gets even paler than he already is, swallowing before answering.

He's not always as deeply affected by sights like that as he once was, but Dillon's a friend. It's always different when it's someone you care about.]

Eugene Sledge. Private, United States Marine Corps. [Which if nothing else explains his clothing.]

Dillon's a friend of mine.

[video]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Wow, church fight. [This is an interesting, if worrisome, development, due to the religious ramifications alone.]

Does it smell like sulfur?

[video]

[tucky]

It smells like ashes.

[video]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Wood ashes or body ashes?

Spam

[fireincarnate]

[She didn't answer straight away, because - well, because it hurts. To remember, to admit, to confess.

But it should, shouldn't it? She owes him that, at least.

So Jean steps through those doors again, hand caressing the wood she molded anew.]

Tiffany, right?

Spam

[tucky]

[She looks up when she hears her name. She recognizes Jean vaguely from seeing her around, but doesn't really know who she is.]

Yeah.

Who're you?

Spam

[fireincarnate]

I'm Jean Grey. [It feels good to say it, at least.

She takes a breath and strides forward, gesturing at - everything.] All of this was my fault.

[adelphoktonos]

That was my gift to him.

[She means the rosary. It hurts, to see it broken. Tiffany's anger feeds into her own, too, and her face twists a little on the screen.]

[tucky]

I don't know how to fix it or anything.

[adelphoktonos]

[Silence for a few moments as she fights the anger down again.]

When he comes back, he will.

[irishrotter]

[Simon doesn't reply right away, but he shows up soon after at the chapel itself. Ever since his argument with Letty, he's been keeping up his end of the bargain -- or ultimatum -- he gave her: he comes armed not with a rosary but with cleaning supplies. He touches her shoulder lightly as he passes, then kneels down to get to work on the floor.]

[tucky]

Wait--

[But then she cuts herself off. She doesn't know whether she wants him to stop or not. On the one hand, it's an ugly reminder of something bad happening in the chapel, a place where no bad things should happen. But on the other hand... it's Dillon. It's been hours since it happened-- a day, at most-- and people tell her she shouldn't be worried that he hasn't come back yet, but in her limited experience people have always been resurrected immediately. She can't shake the feeling that maybe this black stain is all that's going to be left of him, forever.]

[irishrotter]

[He sits back on his knees, looking up at her.]

Yeah?

Voiiiice, after the later bit pops up

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

What do you mean, he's dead? Did you find him? Do you know how?

[Usually Horatio goes to text when he's upset, but if Dillon has been killed-- and killed permanently, then he'll be upset later. His first reaction, like Tiffany, is anger.]

Voiiiice

[tucky]

Someone told me. The person who did it.

[She doesn't know how to feel here.]

Private/Voice

[takeyouapart]

[He missed the original post - he checks the network infrequently during his shifts - but replies almost immediately to the text update.]

Where are you?

Private/Voice

[tucky]

Back at the chapel, now.

(in response to the first post, but she can reply after the addendum if you want!)

[punched_hitler]

I haven't seen him.

You think something happened to him in there?

[a couple hours later]

[tucky]

... Yeah. Something did.

He got killed.

[omar]

Y'all figure out who it was yet?

[tucky]

It was Jean Grey.

She's fixed now.

[But Dillon still isn't.]

private/text

[deshabille]

He'll come back.

private/text

[tucky]

Are you sure?