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[The rips had closed up days ago, but Tiffany doesn't trust that right away - people were still missing and there was clearly something weird going on down at the port, so she refrains from acting like everything is over and done with yet. When people start appearing back on the ship, however, she tentatively lets herself start to believe that things really are winding down... which leads to another problem, for her.]

So, uh… during all that, I had some trouble, and Mason took my soul out of my body for a little bit, so I wouldn't be in pain and couldn't get hurt. He was great, by the way; a fucking badass - strong and brave and fighting monsters. He saved my life. He was a hero.

Y'all tell him that the next time you see him, okay?

[He revels in compliments and praise the same way she does; she has a feeling he'll like it.

And it’s so, so tempting to just focus on that and end the post right there - to do something similar to what she did after the jaeger breach and just gush about how so many people had helped her, and how nice it feels to know she has them in her corner. To just ignore the uncomfortable parts in favor of the good.

But it wouldn’t work as well the second time, and for once, she isn’t sure she’d want it to.]

But when I was out of myself, I tried to go inside a monster, and it-- I didn't really do it, but I almost did, and I felt its soul. It was the worst thing I have ever felt in my life; it was worse than dying in my dreams during that flood. It felt evil, and now my soul feels tainted.

[It isn't, really - luckily for her, any aftereffects from the experience are all in her head.]

I died a lot and then I did that, and I'm worried my soul is turning bad because of it. I don't got any real evidence, so it might not be, but... I think I would appreciate it if someone could check, or try to do an exorcism on me. Just in case.

[She smiles a twitchy smile that doesn't reach her eyes.]

I ain't panicking this time, like I did before. But if there's something wrong with me, I wanna get it fixed.

Thanks.

[filtered to Simon]

... Hey, Simon. Hi.

[filtered to Cambridge]

Maybe when we do our next therapy meeting, we can talk about this? About dying and stuff. I don’t…

I don't think I’m handling it too well.

[filtered to Ricki]

Can I talk to you?

[warden filter]

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Nobody my age wears tailored clothes.

And Amsterdam... I also know it's got a lot of prostitutes. And it's in Europe.

I wear tailored clothes! [And he looks about her age, maybe a few years older.]

Both true. There are also lots of Dutch people there.

[ Vergil only look to be in his early twenties... ]

I embrace the fact I am old. [ He shrugged a bit.]

And the best chocolate in the world.

Yeah, but you're both prettyboys.

[She gives Crowley a cheeky grin. Just him, though; Vergil is more stand-offish and intimidating. Not quite at "cheeky grin" levels.]

So where is it? Dutch...land? No wait, Holland, right?

[Crowley burst out laughing, spilling some wine on the deck.]

Yes, Dutchland. That's exactly where it is.

[ Vergil's arched an eyebrow. Judging her again. Its clear in the look he gave her. Be it for the pretty boy comment or 'dutchland' bit... call him a masochist, but he asked.]

So... Tiffany, what would you assume other Europeans to be? And where they come from?

[Instead of answering, she gives them each a flat look, and abruptly pulls away from Crowley, standing. Sorry boys, she's sensitive about feeling like she's being looked down on or seen as stupid.]

Don't fucking make fun of me.

Y'all are a couple of ugly, nasty snobs.

[She gives her empty beer bottle a kick, aiming it at Crowley's knee, and starts to walk off.]

Wait! Come back. [The bottle hits his knee and he winces, so he doesn't stand to go after her.]

Come on, we were just kidding around.

I will handle this.

[ He holds a hand down to stop Crowley, and moves after her. ]

Tiffany, stop. A moment before you leave, if you would.

I ain't something to handle, okay?

[But she does stop and turn around, crossing her arms.]

You're mocking me; looking down on me. Why? 'Cause I never been to Europe, or bought fancy tailored clothes, or drunk fancy wines?

I mean the situation, not you. Handling the problem I have made.

[ He corrected as he moved his hands behind his back standing back a respectable distance.]

I am an asshole. I know this, and you are completely right, I am a snob. I will not change, as I do not expect you to change. I find you interesting, more so than the average human. The lush lifestyle doesn't matter. I was actually amused more than making fun of you. But I have insulted you, so, I will give you a free shot. Go ahead, hit me. I will not hit you back, take your anger out. There is no warden to take us to Zero.

[This is the sound of Crowley's palm smacking his face.]

[She just gives Vergil an incredulous look, unsure of how to respond to that. It's certainly not what she'd been expecting him to say.]

... You're fucking weird.

[But she sits back down - albeit where she had been when she'd stopped walking, about ten feet away from either of them.]

You know, I'm doing school here, actually. And I'm doing pretty well, so I ain't as stupid as you think.

I'm learning a little bit about Europe, as a matter of fact.

[ Vergil shrugged a bit.]

Weird is just variation of the basic normal view. I do not see an issue.

[ He motioned for Crowley to come over to them as he tried to think of a way to say something.]

I am European, Italian to be exact. That is the only reason I really made a comment on it. Though I am glad to hear you are continuing your education, knowledge is power as well. [ he checks his communicator as he says it, he was hoping to get a message by now. Bleh.]

And I just thought it was cute.

[He sighed, put down his glass, and got up, then promptly sat down again near Tiffany.]

You were right, by the way. Holland. Except they call it the Netherlands now.

Yeah, fine. Netherlands. Whatever.

[She frowns at Crowley, but doesn't move away.]

What's cute? Knowledge?

[ Vergil shrugged a bit.]

They used to belong to the roman empire. [ Your NOT that old Vergil. Stop that shit.

Since he had no where to lean he sat back down close but not too close. He figured Crowley could save himself there.]

No, Dutchland was cute. A lot of Americans think that.

[He rolled his eyes at Vergil. Sure, give her an ancient history lesson, why not?]

Sure, when Christ was born.

They do?

[Hearing that makes her feel a little better; less silly.]

... Well, it would make sense. If they're called Dutch, why the fuck is their country called Holland? Or Netherlands. It don't make sense.

In Anglo-Saxon, Dutch simply means people. Even the Germans were called Dutch for awhile, Germany is likewise called Deutschland, by the Germans. Which is much the same idea. The English dubbed them the Dutch. It is an english word.

[ Then to Crowley, a quick sharp add of.]

And my father.

Edited 2015-04-22 02:05 (UTC)

The Netherlands is because it's almost all below sea-level. Under, nether.

And your father, [he acquiesces.] Vergil, sit down. You look like an asshole.

Fucking languages.

[So confusing.]

... I'm not stupid, just 'cause there's a lot of shit I don't know.

[ Vergil rolled his eyes some and sat down.] Didn't I just tell her I was one? I am pretty sure I did.

They are confusing, I give you that. You are not stupid no, you show that in how quickly you learn things around you. I do not expect anyone to know half of what I do. Short of this brat and maybe Lydia.

Then stop flaunting it and sit down!

You're not stupid, no. [He rolls his eyes at Vergil again.] Even in the presence of this so-called wise man.

[Tiffany is eying Crowley's drink now, considering trying to swipe it for revenge.]

I like Lydia. She gives kinda weird advice, but she's nice.

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