[07] (AUDIO, English)

[phasebitchin]

[When the communicator clicks on, there is no crunching thump while she prances and kicks. No air guitaring, no singing when she thinks that no one is around to catch her being a doofus in private excitement. Hell no. This is deliberate. And Lilith is furious, beyond livid.]

So-

You can do whatever you want, is that right?

[Sharp

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[bastardbytrade]

What the fuck are you doing?

[And why wasn't I invited.]

[phasebitchin]

[Wonder of wonders, by now she's abandoned the hallway fire and spread-eagled a short ways from danger. Her clothes are crispy, to understate the charred gray on her shirt, jeans and boots. The smell of burnt leather is thick.]

Cooling off.

[bastardbytrade]

[He's leaning against a wall somewhere, glad that the main event is over but a little sad that he missed it.]

What'd you do exactly?

[phasebitchin]

[Lilith is feeling incredibly fucking sore. She hasn't been in too many fights--real ones--since their Pandora excursion. Rather than moan into the comm like a sissy, however, she grits her teeth and sits up; her stomach screams in protest.]

Ugh! Fuck. You want the long story, or the short one?