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Characters: Lilith, Jack Skellington, Motoko Kusanagi, Ironhide
Location: Deck 11
Date: Midday
Rating: PG, PG-13? (possible language and/or attempted violence)
Sedentary was not the word to describe Lilith. She was many things (abrasive, avaricious, arrogant, to name a few) but would sooner lick a Skag's spindly behind than lay back admiring the ceiling all day. Which was decorated so, so last century, but that might be due to the fact that a man who could bend reality didn't need to bother with keeping up-to-date on style.
Regardless of the good Captain's failings, her pride had suffered a huge blow, and she would not forget the humiliation of control being snatched away--without so much as a by your leave, madame, please pardon the interruption. As far as Lilith concerned herself, weeks of following an omniscient voice through gullies and deserts encrusted with shit, vomit and so much worse were not to be topped by an unexplained kidnapping.
Cue sir unhelpful and a bot who didn't know what he was underestimating. Really, it shouldn't surprise that she'd be hauling her pale ass out of room 2458 (another decision made without her input) and looking both ways. Dammit, Lilith was a woman on a mission, and she didn't care if it was a passenger or crew who got in the crossfire.
Location: Deck 11
Date: Midday
Rating: PG, PG-13? (possible language and/or attempted violence)
Sedentary was not the word to describe Lilith. She was many things (abrasive, avaricious, arrogant, to name a few) but would sooner lick a Skag's spindly behind than lay back admiring the ceiling all day. Which was decorated so, so last century, but that might be due to the fact that a man who could bend reality didn't need to bother with keeping up-to-date on style.
Regardless of the good Captain's failings, her pride had suffered a huge blow, and she would not forget the humiliation of control being snatched away--without so much as a by your leave, madame, please pardon the interruption. As far as Lilith concerned herself, weeks of following an omniscient voice through gullies and deserts encrusted with shit, vomit and so much worse were not to be topped by an unexplained kidnapping.
Cue sir unhelpful and a bot who didn't know what he was underestimating. Really, it shouldn't surprise that she'd be hauling her pale ass out of room 2458 (another decision made without her input) and looking both ways. Dammit, Lilith was a woman on a mission, and she didn't care if it was a passenger or crew who got in the crossfire.