[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 ( Read more... )

Who: Lilith, Mordecai
What: Obstacles.
When: Just as the role-specific punishments fade.
Where: Mordecai's crib

( Oh boy, don't come around me. )

[--Thunk, thunk, thunk, KRRSHSSHHKK--

Lilith has been playing hackeysack with her comm, and may have booted it smack into her broken bedside table. It just sits there, on her carpet. Transmitting like a good communicator. It is good that it does not have a video function, because she's air guitaring and shaking her rump like a Gaytania parader ( Read more... )

Bored in class = way too much drawing. 8|;;

Today there was an attempt to outline Lilith's first Carnival happy fun time with the Arbiter. quality? OH LOL SOMETIMES not today.

edit: now with orgasm face

Hey Mordecai.

Unless you're happy to sit with your thumbs up your ass, I have a proposal.

And you owe me a freaking table. One of the drawers next to my bed won't open anymore and another is splintered. Jesus, got carelessness?

[Whoever told Lilith about Deck 12 should not have done so. She's going from room to room, paying no attention whatsoever to labels detailing furniture within (Mordecai is going to be seeing her about the bedside table he threw her into broke). Already she has a paper bag--double-layered--with three or four glasses and coffee mugs inside. Some ( Read more... )

[What has Lilith done for the past day? Sat on her buttocks and tried to spam every little trick up her sleeve. Discovered that a) one handful of fire is the best she can summon, IF there's growling, sweaty effort involved, b) no more shenanigans with acid or novas, and c) trying to fuck around with time will give her the galaxy's fattest ( Read more... )

[That? That is a shortish young woman with a gradient hairdo and some rather... dubious tattoos slamming with a BANG out of room 2458. She is not a happy camper.]

Listen up, dweebs, a primitive communication device like this is not going to tide me over. Do you have any idea what I've been doing!? I just knocked over someone's stupid little ( Read more... )

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