[network] @igjwerkekhgjghkl; video, morning of 352 [open]

[fuckingwolverine]

[It's been over a week since Lilly bolted from Kesara, during which time she's stayed entirely off of the network. But she's had a chance to calm down, and so this morning, she's decided she wants to make something very clear.

The tablet is lying flat and facing up, giving everyone a very nice view of the ceiling and no view at all of Lilly. This seems to be more by chance than by purposeful choice, though - she's clearly close by, judging by her voice, and every so often she'll lean into view and give everyone a brief shot of her arm or hair. She, like so many other people, is covered in a mysterious pattern of red lines.

Before starting, she takes a deep breath. This is going to involve more talking than she usually likes to do, but she really wants to get her point across.]

Stay away. Don'wanna go wif you. Don'wanna go wif-- anybody. Stay away.

[What a friendly child she is.]

Don'touch don'grab don'take DON'T. Don'like it. I don't. Like. It. Too many too loud too hard hate it.

[She finishes with an irritable snarl, then bats the tablet away, sending it spinning dizzyingly across the floor. Its films the ceiling and distant sounds of scrabbling for a few minutes before cutting out on its own.]

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[fuckingwolverine]

Usa spoon, use da door, don' touch, don' go ou'side--

[Totally unreasonable rules. It's terrible.]

[termineur]

[ Ah, so someone eventually did find her. He wonders if that's why she's more verbal. ]

Oh, yeah. I bet they had a lot more rules, too. At least here we've only got a few, but- bad rules, definitely.

[fuckingwolverine]

[She makes a wordless sound in the back of her throat, then mutters:]

Likkit here.

[If only Mama and Victoria were here too, it'd be perfect.]

[termineur]

[ He smiles a bit. ]

Do you? It does mean things to us sometimes, but otherwise- it's been okay for me, too.

[fuckingwolverine]

Evr'ybody hayssit.

[Everybody she's talked to or heard from hates it, anyway. She doesn't pay a lot of attention to the network, but she gets snippets.]

[termineur]

Most people are used to being more comfortable than this. There's a lot not to like.

But for me, anyway, some good things have happened too. I can't pretend they didn't. So I don't hate it, myself.

[fuckingwolverine]

What?

[She can't help it; she's a little interested. Nothing particularly good has happened to her here - she just likes it because it's a familiar setting.]

[termineur]

What good things? Well- [ He looks up, clearly thinking how to phrase it. ]

There are people here that I like. They're friends, and they've helped me out a lot.

[ He is not sure she knows what friends are, so he added a couple qualifiers in there. ]

[fuckingwolverine]

[How sad is it that the qualifiers help, because she isn't totally sure what friends are?]

Do dey grab you?

[termineur]

No. [ -wait. He amends. ] Not unless they're trying to keep me from getting hurt, then they might. But they help with all the bad parts of this place. We do things together, and then the rest of it isn't so hard.

[fuckingwolverine]

[She doesn't answer for a while - for so long, in fact, that he might think she's wandered away from the tablet. But after several minutes, she pipes up again.]

What-- fings? What fings?

[She might possibly be considering this whole "doing things together" idea. Maybe. As long as it doesn't involve grabbing.]

[termineur]

[ He figures she's wandered off and leaves the line open, just in case. Good thing he did, 'cause she does eventually come back around. ]

What- oh, what things do we do together? We travel through the snow, I make food for them, and we play together when we don't have to travel.

[ Alchemy and biology lessons with Al are totally playtime, okay? ]

Plus, I can talk to them if I need to, or we can be quiet together. It's nice.

[fuckingwolverine]

All big people?

[She's never really seen adults interact with each other - just Lucas and Annabel, and she'd largely ignored them.]

[termineur]

[ Hmm. He rubs his chin for a moment. ]

Older than you, but not as big as me. They're in between.

[fuckingwolverine]

Like Victoria!

[are they all eight y/n]

[termineur]

[ He smirks just a little. ]

Maybe. I haven't met Victoria, so I don't know. Is she your sister?

[fuckingwolverine]

Mm. Victoria. Biggurl.

[Unlike other words that are mispronounced or slurred together, she has no trouble at all enunciating her sister's four-syllable name.]

[termineur]

[ And that, to him, speaks to how close they clearly were. He smiles at hearing it, but decides not to ask her about Victoria. She didn't make it here, after all, and that's got to be tough for Lily. ]

Then maybe they are. You want me to show 'em to you?

[fuckingwolverine]

On da TV.

[She doesn't want him getting any ideas about showing up in person.]

[termineur]

Yeah, the TV. Hold on--

[ He swings the camera around and shows off both Billy and Vanitas- Vanitas has what looks like a black motorcycle helmet on his head, obscuring his face. Neither of them seem to notice what he's doing, at least for the moment.

He keeps his speakers muted until he gets back into the room he started in, and then he addresses the camera once more. ]

That's them. There's another one, too, but he wears a big suit of armor- lots of metal- so you can't really see what he looks like.

[fuckingwolverine]

Him.

[She points to Vanitas on the screen, not really spacially aware enough to get that Gabriel can't tell who she's looking at.]

[termineur]

[ Uh...he raises an eyebrow. ]

Which one? The one wearing black?

[fuckingwolverine]

Mm. I know 'im.

[termineur]

You do? [ Realization crosses Gabriel's face. ] Right, he's the one with the Unversed- the black creature you like. I like it, too.

He's my friend. His name is Vanitas.

[fuckingwolverine]

I goddit.

[She says, a little smugly. Sure enough, as she leans back to look for it, he might catch sight of the Unversed hanging around in the background of her video. When she'd split off from Vanitas, it had followed her.]