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Who: Lili "your options are fight me or FIGHT ME" An ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
coastal and YOU!!
When: ic: 6/30, ooc: 4/29 // post-event!
Where: various - mostly the hospital and dojo!
What: 17 and Stabbed isn't a good place for anyone to be in their lives.
Rating/Warning: #justlilithings - but should be nothing really!
[ A : MAN, I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU POISON ME ]
[For those who are already familiar with Lili enough that it can be said that she cares for their well-being, they'll be receiving a text just before everything goes to shit:]
Your status? [Followed by another text:] Also a request for counsel on how to dispose of tenacious robots in the hospital.
[Or maybe she accidentally sends it to a stranger. Always possible.
And she's also going to pray that no one asks in return because she's... she's definitely in the hospital. As for those people who are in the hospital, getting their own scrapes and bruises looked at for whatever reason, there is definitely a fuss coming from one of the rooms where the medical chart outside also definitely says Lili An.]
I have no interest in that!
But Patient #53, your stomach has already growled 3 times in the past hour, which implies that you are in need of sustenance. As such, we suggest you try this fruit cup—
I don't want your alien fruit cup!
[Even though it looks like a normal fruit cup? Regardless, this fruit cup is now going to be chucked at the head of the robonurse that's finally shoved its way into Lili's hospital room. Though after that little stunt, she's immediately wincing. Her rage overpowering her injury isn't exactly a consistently good thing.
Send help.]
[ B : I THREW IT ON THE GROUND ]
[So the creepy post on the network that fills up the screen is enough to unnerve anyone. Yet given the fact that Lili has proven herself to be a ) brash and b ) violent, her reaction is a little... unhealthy. Which is to take the CereVice in her hands and promptly chuck it indiscriminately.
Apparently right out the hospital window.
Look out below!
Whether you're smacked in the face, catch it like the baseball star you're meant to be in another life, or let it clatter to the ground like a loser -
There's one (1) Lili peeking out the hospital window from her hospital bed then.... realizing that she might need that. She's only on the second floor so it's not like it'll be impossible to make eye contact with her, even though she looks somewhere between furious and ashamed and a little pained (maybe don't throw things with an injured shoulder).
Um.]
[ C : THIS AIN'T MYDAD MOM, THIS IS A CELL PHONE (Closed to Otome!) ]
[It's a bit later - she's been in the hospital for an entire 50 hours and 23 minutes now, she's counted - that she finally works up the nerve to text Otome in particular. It's ashamed and fearful, worried and uncertain, but she sends it:]
You're alright, aren't you?
[And... how does she work up the courage to ask for a favor without worrying her?]
[ D : I'M NOT PART OF YOUR SYSTEM ]
[ I - Because Moms come through, Lili's already back at her regular schedule by the second day after everything's settled down. She's going to school, she's going to work, she's going through her day without even flinching.
Yet some might find her walking past the shop intended for weaponry, her gait slowing just enough for her gaze to linger on the swords that are displayed on the shop front. Her breath is held for the slightest second before she tears her gaze from them and almost determinedly tries to walk away—
Which means she's probably likely to just barely avoid bumping into someone.]
Ah - excuse me.
[ II - ALTERNATIVELY - she's at the dojo later that evening, sitting on the floor to the side and currently working on getting her massive amount of hair into a braid so that it doesn't get in her way. Except it looks like she put her usual hair supplies a little too far from her so she's going to wave a hand to catch your attention before pointing at some needlessly fancy hair ties on the floor just out of her reach.]
Grab those for me, will you?
[Listen, some habits just die really hard.]
coastal and YOU!!When: ic: 6/30, ooc: 4/29 // post-event!
Where: various - mostly the hospital and dojo!
What: 17 and Stabbed isn't a good place for anyone to be in their lives.
Rating/Warning: #justlilithings - but should be nothing really!
[ A : MAN, I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU POISON ME ]
[For those who are already familiar with Lili enough that it can be said that she cares for their well-being, they'll be receiving a text just before everything goes to shit:]
Your status? [Followed by another text:] Also a request for counsel on how to dispose of tenacious robots in the hospital.
[Or maybe she accidentally sends it to a stranger. Always possible.
And she's also going to pray that no one asks in return because she's... she's definitely in the hospital. As for those people who are in the hospital, getting their own scrapes and bruises looked at for whatever reason, there is definitely a fuss coming from one of the rooms where the medical chart outside also definitely says Lili An.]
I have no interest in that!
But Patient #53, your stomach has already growled 3 times in the past hour, which implies that you are in need of sustenance. As such, we suggest you try this fruit cup—
I don't want your alien fruit cup!
[Even though it looks like a normal fruit cup? Regardless, this fruit cup is now going to be chucked at the head of the robonurse that's finally shoved its way into Lili's hospital room. Though after that little stunt, she's immediately wincing. Her rage overpowering her injury isn't exactly a consistently good thing.
Send help.]
[ B : I THREW IT ON THE GROUND ]
[So the creepy post on the network that fills up the screen is enough to unnerve anyone. Yet given the fact that Lili has proven herself to be a ) brash and b ) violent, her reaction is a little... unhealthy. Which is to take the CereVice in her hands and promptly chuck it indiscriminately.
Apparently right out the hospital window.
Look out below!
Whether you're smacked in the face, catch it like the baseball star you're meant to be in another life, or let it clatter to the ground like a loser -
There's one (1) Lili peeking out the hospital window from her hospital bed then.... realizing that she might need that. She's only on the second floor so it's not like it'll be impossible to make eye contact with her, even though she looks somewhere between furious and ashamed and a little pained (maybe don't throw things with an injured shoulder).
Um.]
[ C : THIS AIN'T MY
[It's a bit later - she's been in the hospital for an entire 50 hours and 23 minutes now, she's counted - that she finally works up the nerve to text Otome in particular. It's ashamed and fearful, worried and uncertain, but she sends it:]
You're alright, aren't you?
[And... how does she work up the courage to ask for a favor without worrying her?]
[ D : I'M NOT PART OF YOUR SYSTEM ]
[ I - Because Moms come through, Lili's already back at her regular schedule by the second day after everything's settled down. She's going to school, she's going to work, she's going through her day without even flinching.
Yet some might find her walking past the shop intended for weaponry, her gait slowing just enough for her gaze to linger on the swords that are displayed on the shop front. Her breath is held for the slightest second before she tears her gaze from them and almost determinedly tries to walk away—
Which means she's probably likely to just barely avoid bumping into someone.]
Ah - excuse me.
[ II - ALTERNATIVELY - she's at the dojo later that evening, sitting on the floor to the side and currently working on getting her massive amount of hair into a braid so that it doesn't get in her way. Except it looks like she put her usual hair supplies a little too far from her so she's going to wave a hand to catch your attention before pointing at some needlessly fancy hair ties on the floor just out of her reach.]
Grab those for me, will you?
[Listen, some habits just die really hard.]
no subject
I can't bother you for anything more.
[But before he leaves, she does... hesitate and caution-]
Take care of yourself.
no subject
You too.
[ He leaves her to herself then, hopefully where she won't keep throwing puddings at robot nurses, but you never know. ]