[actionlog] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT

[motheater]

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.

Comments

[onlyanapple]

Wow. That was the absolute opposite effect he expected. Still, he's not horribly disappointed. Making small children cry is never anything he actually wants to do. (Because they're noisy, of course, not because he cares or anything).

He lets he remain there, floating in mid-air, but stops her heading to the door, so he can step over to squint up at her.

"Hm. And you know that, do you? Not that it's a secret mind, but still. Who are you?"

[motheater]

What could she say, she loves getting spun around and floated through rooms. It was one of her most energetic forms of playtime in her messed up cabin home. Back when she was covered head to toe in dirt and was much thinner and more frightening to look at. Good times. She looks as mischievous as ever, her good and pure humor edging on creepy-kid factor. Because wouldn't you like to know~

She bites on her nails, grinning, nose scrunching from where she's hovering.

"Seeeecreeet."

[onlyanapple]

"Right. Secret. Do you have a not-secret name, then? Or do I just call you Little Urchin or something?"

Though he brings absolutely no attention to the fact it's happening, he'll continue to let her float about in the air. He's not getting rid of her, either. She can stay there. Like an attraction. Come see the floating child.

He's not doing it because she's enjoying it or anything.

[motheater]

She's not sure what an urchin is, but it sounds wicked cool.

She just hangs around, unfazed, easily endeared by the fact that you have demonic powers.

No big deal.

"Lilly."

Hey, she recognized you wanted her name.

Progress.

[onlyanapple]

Well. He'll just...run with that. He sighs, clicking his fingers and letting her glide carefully down to the ground.

"Lilly. Right. Well, if you can resist the urge to do any more damage, I suppose I can get you some food or something. Assuming that's why you're here."

[motheater]

"Mad," she says in a matter-of-factly way. "Aaangry."

She just wanted to throw a fit; there wasn't really any point to it other than to appease her short temper. But she reaches over and scoops up a bottle of liquor, trying to twist off the top.

"I drink."

Surely this is a solution to being thirsty. From tantrums.

[onlyanapple]

"Right. Well, better do that somewhere where there's less breakable stuff," or Space Bar....nah, Nami would kill him. "Okay. Not...alcohol. No. Probably not. We have uh...juice?"

He has no idea how to look after children. Warlock is a big testament to that fact.

[motheater]

She perks up quickly; perhaps 'juice' is in her vocabulary then.

Surely you can do better than a sinister ghost spirit, right...? No...?

Good luck.

"Juice."

A considering pause.

"Apples."

[onlyanapple]

Crowley cants his head to the side, a smirk crossing his lips.

"Lucky for you, apple juice is my speciality," he pats a nearby stool. "Uh...sit?"

[motheater]

She doesn't just sit, she leaps dramatically onto the stool like a sugar-fueled frogchild. Apparently she is very easy to please; she'll sacrifice all of her indignant rage for a chance at taking someone's free apple juice offer.

Clearly, Crowley is making good choices in new companionships.

"JUICE!"

[onlyanapple]

Well, at least she isn't wrecking his bar any more. He'll be glad for small favours. He wanders over to behind the bar, rifling about before finally pouring her a glass of apple juice. It's actually really good. He wasn't kidding.

"Here you go, Squirt."