[07] (AUDIO, English)
[When the communicator clicks on, there is no crunching thump while she prances and kicks. No air guitaring, no singing when she thinks that no one is around to catch her being a doofus in private excitement. Hell no. This is deliberate. And Lilith is furious, beyond livid.]
So-
You can do whatever you want, is that right?
[Sharp clattering, splintering of her vanity mirror after the whistle of some blunt object getting chucked. The cracks do absolutely nothing for Lilith's tantrum, and five seconds later, a door slams. Something else BANGs into her wall. Probably a foot.]
No warning, no sooooOOOORRY babe, we're done here, pack up your shit and GET THE FUCK OUT, LOSER! Else they woulda told people, right? Hah, bet they had friends, they would've told them. Did they put up a fight? Did you take 'em down THERE? Are they going fucking insane? Got- drooling?
[Lilith the drama queen would like to introduce you to Deck 11's permanent indoor bonfire. Those crackling noises are from defiantly stepping into a good chunk of it and holding still while she screeches into the comm. Kinda like she has something to prove, in some backwards, desperate logic.]
Well, FUCK. YOUR. CAPTAIN!
So-
You can do whatever you want, is that right?
[Sharp clattering, splintering of her vanity mirror after the whistle of some blunt object getting chucked. The cracks do absolutely nothing for Lilith's tantrum, and five seconds later, a door slams. Something else BANGs into her wall. Probably a foot.]
No warning, no sooooOOOORRY babe, we're done here, pack up your shit and GET THE FUCK OUT, LOSER! Else they woulda told people, right? Hah, bet they had friends, they would've told them. Did they put up a fight? Did you take 'em down THERE? Are they going fucking insane? Got- drooling?
[Lilith the drama queen would like to introduce you to Deck 11's permanent indoor bonfire. Those crackling noises are from defiantly stepping into a good chunk of it and holding still while she screeches into the comm. Kinda like she has something to prove, in some backwards, desperate logic.]
Well, FUCK. YOUR. CAPTAIN!