Jul 23, 2011 00:30
[Liz is on fire.
As if it weren't hot enough in the city today, Liz is just plain on fire. The flame glowing around her is a dangerously hot blue that engulfs her entire body.
It may make for a bit of a trippy face that appears on the communicator, gazing at the screen through a flickering mask of fire.]
I need help.
[She's currently in the park, because here? Is less flammable. She's perched on a rock, well away from the trees, though that doesn't keep a small circle of grass from being scorched around her.
So she's a little stressed. And a little emotional. So if she looks for a moment like she can't decide whether to cry or not, that's par for the course lately.]
Is there anyone in the city with medical experience? I could use... a hand. With some things.
...I'd even take a midwife.
[As Liz about morning sickness and hormones. She doesn't want to talk about it. It leads to, well, things getting singed. A lot.] I've gone through 6 sets of sheets and blankets this month. ...everything is so flammable.
c: hellboy,
liz sherman