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[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

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[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.

[tucky]

... Oh.

[Her anger deflates a little, and she crosses her arms.]

Okay.

There might've been a fire in here, I think. A small one. Except the pews and walls look a little different, so it could've been a bigger one that someone fixed up after real quick.

[withtheoldbreed]

Did anyone hear anything? Or smell anything?

[Grasping at straws here, but Gene's not an instinctive investigator or detective. He's just worried.]

[tucky]

It smells like smoke in here to me. You think someone burned him to death? I can't get him to answer his phone.

[withtheoldbreed]

Maybe. I'm gonna go check the infirmary.

[tucky]

... You tell me if he's there, yeah?

[withtheoldbreed]

Of course, miss.

[tucky]

Tiffany.

Tell me if he's not there too, all right? I don't wanna be wondering.

[withtheoldbreed]

I will. Lemme know if anything else turns up.

[tucky]

Yeah.

I don't wanna let people get away with this.

[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?

[video]

[tucky]

Don't know, I've never seen body ashes before. How can I tell the difference?

[video]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

They smell like burnt meat.

[video]

[tucky]

I don't know, I don't-- I didn't smell them that closely.

[And now she's a little bit afraid to.]

[video]

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Well, don't. Get out of there.

[withtheoldbreed]

No one does, miss. No one half decent, anyway.

[video]

[tucky]

No. He deserves for someone to find out what happened.

[Steeling herself, she gets down on the floor near the stain... and yup, that sure is a burnt flesh smell, all right. Not very prominent, but still discernible once she's close enough.

She jumps back with a yelp, and high-tails it out of the chapel. Oh, Dillon.]

[tucky]

Even if he's okay, something happened to him in the chapel. That ain't right, especially for him.

[withtheoldbreed]

I know. We'll find out what happened.

[tucky]

Are you an inmate or a warden?

[withtheoldbreed]

Warden. Jimmy's my inmate.