video/possible action. the atroma wants y'all to know i stole your shit.

[motheater]

Who: Lilly Desange
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: potentially on your ship if you catch her red-handed. or in her hoarder room.
When: today!

[There's a shadow creeping through everyone's rooms. It's small and hunched and crawls on all fours. And it's Lilly. Lilly has no plans to reveal her beautiful collection of goods — her room is a treasure cove of things that belong to YOU. When the feed comes on, it's courtesy of the Atroma, more than likely. Maybe they're pitying you and informing you this feral child has stolen something of yours. Or maybe they want drama for ratings. Actually, it's almost definitely that, let's be honest.

The video captures a lot of things.

For one, the walls of her room are covered in drawings. Not pleasant ones, exactly. Ones like backwards-walking-women and angry raccoons and her and her sister crawling on all fours. Jars of all colors line the walls, some full of water, some full of stolen goods. Jewelry, maybe. Candies, maybe. The fleet is vast, and she's been Around, has visited off the ship and swindled some poor sap of their belongings.



There are piles of clothing, all of which is by no means her size — and has clearly been used lately as a bed. Other soft things may be here; old stuffed dolls, thread, things you'd find suitable for nesting in. Things that might, yes, be yours.



It's dim, dimmer than any person would be comfortable living in, but she seems quite content. The feed ends with her pulling an oversized coat over her shoulders, looking over sharply, and hissing as she slaps the screen rather rudely. For those who live on the Windrose — congrats, you can see why she probably hissed and spat and yelled at you if you tried to enter her room. She will not have trespassers. OKAY THANKS!!! Gosh!!!]

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ac...tion

[interstices]

[Enter five feet and fiveish inches of sourpuss in a bright red dress, black leggings, and an oddly glowing eyepatch, bursting through the door of her room to find a girl and a doll. Or rather, a girl with her doll-- a puppet, really, with a plastic head, red curls, and a Red Riding Hood-style cape. If it looks aged and scuffed, well. It is nearly thirty years old.]

Let go of her!

[Asuka's squall is ear-piercing as she scrambles over, arms raised, fingers curled in what's clearly an attack mode. Never mind that she's after a kid. All that matters is what a precious thing she's handling.]

action-packed!!!!

[motheater]

[Lilly does a very inhuman sort of hiss, animal in nature, and scurries on all fours with the doll clasped under her armpit rather defensively. She found the dolly, after all, nobody put it anywhere hidden! Ergo, it is absolutely her new friend. She evades the attack and crawls under the bed, looking furious at the intrusion.

(Yes I'm a hypocrite, but I'm also a feral kindergartner, so w/e.]

NO!!

[interstices]

[Is this a kid or a wildcat? Asuka doesn't give a damn at this point, scurrying after her without a shred of hesitation. Underneath the bed there's nothing special, just some ragged hair ties and dented electronics that look like bulky barrettes. The coast is clear otherwise, which is lucky for them both as Asuka reaches over, aiming to grab the little girl's arm and yank her forward, hissing back--]

She's mine! Mine! You brat, let me have her!

[motheater]

[Lilly yowls and —

Well, she aims to bite Asuka on the arm, if she can.

Because that's what she's learned; biting always provides results.]

Action

[aigue]

[Renart's room is surprisingly bare. There's a bone or two that have been thoroughly chewed, her clothing is tucked away in the closet, and her bed happens to be piled high with blankets and pillows rather than made like any sane person would.

She happens to be buried inside said nest, the tip of her tail just peeking out.]

Action

[motheater]

[.......... Well this clearly means I should take some of these blankets.

She's practically rubbing her hands together in anticipation when she slips into Renart's room, not quite noting the wolf yet — until the tail practically tickles her nose. Curious and finding the tail suddenly familiar, she gives it a little tug. Not enough to hurt, but enough to ring the bell for the busboy, so to speak.

I LIKE YOUR DECORATING CHOICES, TAIL.]

[aigue]

[Pulling tails is always a good idea. Always. Especially when the animal attached to said tail happens to absolutely hate it!

That startles Renart awake, and she's reacting more on instinct than anything else as she scrambles to get out from under the blankets and lunge at whoever dare offend her so.]

[motheater]

[Lilly scrambles backward with a terrified screech, kicking a foot out at the lunging creature — all in the hopes that a bop on the nose will help defend her long enough to rush away from harm's way. Apparently that was a hideous mistake, pulling tails...!]

action

[mistyday]

[Misty squints at her communicator. One of those jars looks awfully familiar...]

LILLY!

[You little shit. Misty is in a fury, tearing down the corridor to Lilly's room and banging on the door.]

action

[motheater]

[When she sees Misty, she gives a howl and goes running through her room, leaping up on the high dresser and becoming something of an animal at Misty's fury. The higher she is, is the thought, the more of an edge she has in case Misty becomes violent.

... On the bright side, she's abandoned the jar for your taking.

She's not about to get Misty's wrath over a jar when she has many.]

action

[mistyday]

[As soon as Misty sees her potion jar sitting on the shelf, she reaches out with one hand, sending the jar flying across the room into her grasp. Then she glares up at Lilly.]

Listen here, you cannot go around messin' with this stuff! It's dangerous!