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[cashlin]

[In the midst of all of this pseudo-zombie terror, paranoia, and rioting, one woman alone remains firm, standing strong in the face of madness to remember the real universal importance of ALASTAIR's mission here--]

Well, ain't this an exciting Loverpalooza! Orrrr... almost Loverpalooza, I dunno what day it is anymore. I think the people on this planet call it somethin' else, too.

[--and it is definitely not this chick.

Lilith, rather, is perched on top of a dumpster in an empty alleyway with her legs folded, a paper grocery bag full of the spoils of looting in her lap. The crowds of Woodhurst, still in total uproar, are far from gone: the blare of horns honking, glass shattering, and men and women yelling unintelligibly just up the street is completely audible in the feed, but the woman doesn't seem to be paying them much mind at all. Not when she's grabbed her loot and made off unscathed.

Idly, Lilith rummages through her bag.] I didn't even get any chocolate! What a load of crap. [Instead, she's opting for a bottle of pills. Lilith presses the heel of her palm into the childproof cap and continues speaking as if somebody's car alarm didn't just yelp into life off-screen.]

Anyways, what're your plans, team? Ice cream and bad chick flicks at home? Fancy dinner, if anybody's still running the restaurants around here? A romantic evening punching rioters in the teeth with that special someone? Provided they make it out of this whole ordeal alive, that is. I know my date would've, but hey, he's not even on assignment here, so I'm shit out of luck. Open, you little bastard.

[With a soft noise of plastic clicking against itself (and a little 'ha!' from Lilith), there it is: painkillers are open. Lilith pops an ibuprofen and hops off the dumpster just as the sound of all the chaos grows steadily louder and louder.]

I dunno about you guys, but all this infection nonsense is giving me a real headache. So, hey: entertain me. I still gotta get home, or find a shop nobody's hit up for snacks yet.

[Just as Lilith's beginning to turn a shimmering blue-purple and translucent, she grins wide for the camera and cuts the feed.]

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[silvercrusader]

See, I'd usually say, find some girl and make out with her, but seeing as we can't even kiss anyone without risking getting the world's shittiest STD.

[It's pretty admirable he gets all that out, given the way she'd started glowing before the video feed cut out. It's not that he hasn't seen weird shit, but he hadn't expected it here.]

So, uh . . . what the hell was that, huh?

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[dbag]

[ Oh, shiiit!!!! He definitely recognizes the name, at least, and obviously she brings up Loverpalooza, and she's got those tattoos. He takes a second, then: ]

Hi. Hey, hi, you're. Um— [ God, how do you talk to vault hunters. ] Lilith. Right? Theee vault hunter. Cool. Cool, cool, cool.

[cashlin]

[Lilith answers a few minutes later, walking along a quiet street. It's quiet because the only people around are a few infected growling in someone's yard, and they're stuck in the yard behind a chainlink fence with their hands grasping out of the gaps between the chains like some kind of macabre petting zoo.

This doesn't super bother her as the last of the glowing aura fades around her, her natural color and, uh, corporeality restored.]

Just find somebody who's definitely not infected! Use your head, dude.

I'm a Siren. Doubt this planet's heard of 'em since we've apparently only got a few people who even know what Pandora is, but I promise you-- it's something awesome.

[cashlin]

You got it, hot shot. The one and only.

[When you get to be infamous on a planet for a whole bunch of things, having people knowing your name isn't all that out of the ordinary. It is, however, very flattering, so she's puffing up a bit at how tongue-tied this weird nerd dude is getting.]

Sooooo... since you know me, that must mean you're one of the handful of Pandorans that ALASTAIR snapped up. This is a cakewalk compared to home, right?

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[moneyman]

Valentine's Day. Named for a saint. [ guess who read a book. go on, guess. ] Who did... some romantic stuff, probably, I don't know. Loverpalooza gets to the point a lot better, though, doesn't it?

[ he shrugs. clearly these people are the weird ones. ]

Anyway, hi again. Glad you decided to ditch the dumpster. Neat trick, too! I'm a little jealous.

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[flashbanging]

Kinda hard to get into the spirit right now, sweetheart.

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[araigneedusoir]

[Of all the absolutely idiotic things to--]

I think that's the last thing on everyone's mind.

[cashlin]

That sounds like quitter talk right there.

Also, that's not my name: it's Lilith.

[cashlin]

Don't worry, that special guy or girl or whatever you're into will come around someday.

[unfazed. well, she phased. but she's unfazed.]

Anyway, none of ours are dead that I've heard of, so we should be fine. Chill for three seconds.

[cashlin]

It does! [YOU GET HER, VAUGHN.] I mean, I could do some romantic stuff if I wanted, but you don't see them calling it Saint Lilith's Day.

Hey to yourself, stranger. [He might not be a proper Vault Hunter, but he's Pandoran-- ish-- which means he's definitely still gonna be alive.] My Siren powers've made getting around pretty simple. Though I guess people on this planet aren't supposed to see 'em?

[flashbanging]

Call it practical. Though I might snap up one of them teddy bears if somebody just happens to leave one lyin' around.

[ He shrugs, tipping his hat. ]

I hear you, darlin'.

[araigneedusoir]

Both. [why is this even.] If I was bothering to look.

[Ok but she'd be more chill if she wasn't trapped in the university right now. She did not Make Good Life Choices this mission.]

At least there's that.

[cashlin]

Hey, go team Both Teams! And people tell me I can't make friends.

[Lilith no.]

Why, you having trouble in the rioting?

[cashlin]

[SHE WAS GONNA BRUSH IT OFF but now she's starting to look annoyed.]

Sorry, do I know you? I said my name is Lilith.

[flashbanging]

[ He grins. ]

You don't, but you're fixin' to. Name's McCree, miz Lilith.

[ He drawls out her name, slow and easy. ]

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[slushfund]

I was thinking of watching some zombie movies.

(FUCK OFF HIRUMA

he does hold up a bag of weird chips, though.) If you're looking for snacks and ignoring the apocalypse, you can hide out here until I hit up the library later. I've been shopping for survival supplies neurotically for the past two weeks and have nowhere to put the shit I picked up today...

(this is actually a serious problem.)

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[fateality]

Yeah, I'm not expectin' a whole lot. Not for lack of tryin', trust me. This whole thing's a bit of a distraction for some people, I guess.

[Suffice it to say, Twisted Fate sounds quite put out.]

Not much to be done about it, I suppose.

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[secondnature]

Don't you think we all have something more important to worry about?

[Agitation simmers in his voice, barely concealed. Keith is not here for These Antics.]

[cashlin]

I'm lightening the mood! It's like you people have never dealt with wide-scale rioting before.

[not everybody's world is super extra, lil....]

[secondnature]

When I deal with this stuff, I keep my eyes focused on the goal. You should do the same.

[Keith is just Extra, really.]

[cashlin]

Better.

[Lilith's still a bit miffed, sure, but she sounds satisfied. For now.]

Stuffed animals, though, huh? That's kinda cheesy. You a fan of teddy bears, or you have somebody in mind?

[cashlin]

Heeeeey, fire escape kid!

[NO, DON'T FUCK OFF, GIVE HER FREE SHIT... SHE'LL BENEFIT FROM HIS NEUROSES]

Where, exactly, is here? I'll trade you some meds for food. I still have my own med kits from back home, so I've got stuff to spare.

[cashlin]

Ooh, touchy.

[*no fun]

I might be on ALASTAIR's payroll, but my goal is to not die. If you wanna be a hero though, kid, be my guest.

[cashlin]

So you're sleepin' on the couch with the zombies, I take it?

[HA HA HA TF ISNT GONNA GET LAID

she isnt either but let her have the schadenfreude]

[fateality]

That depends on how you wanna define it. Regardless, my other half would probably prefer to focus on the mission than any holiday goin' on. No time for Day of the Heartseekers, I suppose.

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