driftfleet | [actionlog] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT

Who: Lilly and poor unfortunate souls
Broadcast: NONE I'M TOO MAD!!!
Action: E V E R Y W H E R E (...Wonderduck and Iskaulit especially, in bars, garden, and library... anywhere, really)
When: NOW

LILLY IS NOT HAPPY.

The moment she woke up on the Marsiva she was a wild angry mess of yelling and hissing and spitting. Because she was supposed to be with Makie, supposed to be around trees and forest and life and not strange metal worlds. Getting transferred to the Wonderduck is... not any better. She runs on all fours with a howl of indignant anger —

And anyone on the Wonderduck is forced to endure, uh...

A yelling, angry creature. If you expected your current engineer to be nice, I hate to tell you, um... She's throwing space food at the walls. Knocking down breakables. Kicking over chairs. Powder, floating through the air, coating her hair and her pajamas and the counters. She runs all throughout the ship before she manages to get to... the Iskaulit. How did she get here? When? Wouldn't you like to know.

You'll find a few things.

a.) You'll find yourself feeling... followed. There's nothing that you can see, but there's a distinct sound of... breathing? And then something darting past your peripheral, perhaps. If you're brave enough to go into the area containing the garden, you'll find the lights all off, as if someone couldn't stand them and their brightness.

And if you're especially unlucky, you can turn on the lights or use your communicator as a light to see this twitching figure:

IIIIEEIIIEEEEEE—!

b.) Or! Maybe you'll find her in angry mode. She's rushed into the library and one of the bars and is probably throwing around bottles and flinging books. What's she screaming the whole time? Maybe you'll even somehow find this strange, strange child on your ship. God have mercy on your soul if she figures the buttons out enough to rush around trying to find an exit. Or at least one can assume that's what she's looking for, because she keeps yelling angrily:

"OUT, OUT, OOOOUT!!"

... Maybe she, idk, wants out.

... Have fun.

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Lilly stares at the communicator for a moment.

And something switches in her posture. She hunkers down low, like a cat about to pounce. As much as she's not familiar with this place, she knows exactly what that device is that he's got in his hand. She peers out from under her bangs darkly.

"Give me."

Oook. Davesprite is definitely not gonna hand over his communicator, especially after this girl trashed the place, so he just stares right back at her (even if that's kind of hard to tell because what kind of tool wears sunglasses indoors).

"Uh, no. Haven't you already got one?"

Man, he does not want to do the flash-steppy thing if she jumps at him while he's holding Newton.

"Give me!!" She is crawling over on all fours, strangely good at it; it's her preferred choice of movement, looks like. "Where? Where?"

... Looks like she's lost track of her communications device in her wild panic.

Whoops?

You'd better oblige. Or else. >:(

What has Davesprite's life become. This is outside his (weird, but all things considered, limited) collection of life experiences. So he's just gonna act like this is totally normal, which mostly consists of talking to make himself feel better.

"Man, you have no idea how painfully awkward this is, do you. But I dunno, maybe it's on the bridge." He sounds doubtful about this, but he half turns in the doorway, like hey, maybe they should check the bridge? "Still don't wanna hand over mine, either way. No offense, but," and he nods a little at the walls, "you kinda disproved yourself as the trustworthy sort with that temper tantrum."

She's also, y'know, a feral child, but weirdly all feral children in Homestuck end up with perfect vocabularies and only some eccentric habits???

Darn it, she's got herself one of these weirdos who are relaxed and unmovable on her hands. She needs someone who panics more and gives in to her demands. Like Gadreel. Temper tantrum is something she's heard but gives no meaning to; it kind of gets a blank stare from her. And after she stares for a long moment, considering her options, she figures it seems pretty clear what she should do next.

She turns and then --

Rushes right towards their sleeping quarters to mess up more things. :)

Oh my god, Lilly, pls.

That gets a sigh out of Davesprite. He doesn't really want to waste his time chasing her around, but he also kind of can't allow that? So he glances at the nearest shadow in her path and stretches it into a barrier. He doesn't bother making it opaque—he kind of needs the light with the sunglasses—but it's enough to keep someone from barging through.

"Yeah, I ain't into the chase scene. Especially if we're about to do a kitchen apocalypse redux."

Thmp.

She looks back at him with a shadowy little scowl. you think you're going to stop her from committing anarchy? Well, two can play at that game! She - hits the wall. And then hits the barrier again. And kicks at it. And scratches at it. And hits it with a uselessly crumpled box from the kitchen.

This is clearly working.

Don't even tell me otherwise.

"I'm almost surprised there weren't any attempts to chew through it. Shit could be weak to saliva for all I know," he offers helpfully. But Davesprite drops Newt and gives him another shadow babysitter, this time in the shape of a large bird, while he tries to figure out wtf he should do. Because he doesn't know. At all.

"Ssso. It would be cool if you gave me some sort of clue about what I'm supposed to do here, 'cause we might have to look into getting you a kiddie leash if this shit persists. And I kinda...don't really want to do that?" He doesn't really expect a real answer from her; he's just rambling as he wanders over to pick up the crumpled box. "Jesus, of all ships to put you on, they had to put you on one that only has a single responsible adult, and I dunno how Jennifer does with children."

She gives him the most death-inducing glower ever, because that clearly is how to solve this crisis of hers. You bastard. You magical supernatural bastard. While she isn't exactly human about a lot of the stuff she does, there's a hint of sass when she crosses her arms over her chest, staring out from under wild bangs that need a good trimming.

"Don't like you."

The sass gets a flicker of amusement out of him. It's a good trait to have, ok.

"I don't like me much, either," he says offhandedly, "but unfortunately I landed my ass in a faux position of authority, so I'd get reamed out worse than an office full of paper if I let you keep trashing things." There's a beat. "Man, I always forget I'm not supposed to swear around kids. Oh well." He shrugs a little absently in a rustle of feathers. "Come on, I'll find you something else to wreck, or we can talk like. Other sh—stuff you want to do."

She seems to have him on the ropes, man.

And for what little she seems to comprehend in the grand scheme of things, there are two points that she has garnered from his blabbering: one, he really loves to hear himself talk, and two, she wants to pull on his wings and see if it hurts him or not.

She sits back on her haunches, disappointed that there's probably no easy way to test her curiosity.

"Birdman."

He is definitely on the ropes. He also unarguably loves to hear himself talk; it's very soothing.

"Bird Dave, actually." He vaguely wonders if he should like...crouch down or something? Only he thinks that sounds dumb, so nm. "Have you got a name or am I gonna have to resort to bizarre epithets."

He needs to quit with vocabulary a small child is not going to understand, that's what he needs to do.

Well, if your name is Bird Dave, Lilly wants a cool name, too. She considers things people have called her since being rescued from the forest — and one rather discontented social worker reminds her of a cruel descriptor that Lilly doesn't find cruel at all. She embraces it plenty.

"Animal Lilly."

"Sweet, it's been a while since I chilled with a talking flower. Maybe you can learn how to rap, too."

Davesprite has...priorities... But he drops the shadow barrier so it turns back into an ordinary bird-boy silhouette at his feet.

She responds in the most logical way possible!

She pounces on his shadow like a cat, in an attempt to surprise-grab it.

Clearly, you're dealing with a complicated beast, here.

Oh, snap.

Davesprite can work with this. The shadow loses its shape and gains more dimension, wiggling a little when Lily pins it, like she's caught herself a fish. A very fine shadowfish, if a shadowfish were drawn by an eight-year-old.

It tries to escape like a fish, too. Embarrassing shadowfish flopping is a go.

OH MAN THIS IS THE BEST MOMENT OF THIS CURRENT DAY.

Lilly almost forgets how mad she's been, showing up here.

Instead she practically cackles and wrestles to keep the shadowfish in her hands. And maybe tries to take a bite out of it. God save the embarrassing shadowfish.

[actionlog] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT

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