♻ 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

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[deshabille]

What the hell's a pope?

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[tucky]

Some guy who lives in Europe. I don't know. They think he's the voice of God, I think.

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[deshabille]

Sounds mad.

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[tucky]

Don't tell them I said it, but I think so too.

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[deshabille]

I can keep a secret.

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[tucky]

Good.

If it were really bad, though, I don't think Dillon would believe in it.

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[deshabille]

Your belief in him is that strong?

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[tucky]

Mmhm, it is.

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[deshabille]

Then I hope you believe he's coming back.

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[tucky]

... I do. I do believe that.

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[deshabille]

Good. You can tell him when he gets back that you never lost faith.

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[tucky]

He will like that, I think.

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[deshabille]

I think you're right.

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[tucky]

Thank you.

... What's your name?

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[deshabille]

Maladict. But you ought to call me Mal.

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[tucky]

Okay. Mal.

Warden, right?

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[deshabille]

Warden. Mira is my inmate.

And you're Tiffany.

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[tucky]

Yeah, that's right.

[She doesn't ask how Mal knows. She figures it's a warden thing.]