[Anyone in the market tonight? Well, Liz is. And she's on a bit of a rampage at the moment. Nothing violent, but there are, well, things on her mind. She's gotten herself a basket and is wandering up and down the shelves of the market musing to herself quietly. All at once though, she turns on her communicator.] Does anyone have a good recipe for ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[The video opens to show a pair of shaking hands fumbling with it uncertainly, almost as though she's half forgotten how this works. But eventually the video steadies and she lifts it closer to her face, looking into it. In the background, the mouth of the catacombs looms ominously. Liz looks a little worse for the wear, really.It's brighter out ( Read more... )

[It's just before sunset, which is kind of the point, really. Liz has climbed her way up to one of the towers on the outer perimeter of the wall. The camera she's been counting as one of her more prized possessions since Red found that camera store.

She's looking off towards the west, and it's a moment before she glances towards the communicator. ( Read more... )

[It's dark, but Liz is out anyway. She's found herself a bench to sit on, and is flipping her pocket watch communicator open and shut again and again. It's this process that eventually turns it on and intermittently shows Liz's face, cast in only the glow from the screen and the lantern hanging nearby. She looks, distant, somewhere far away from ( Read more... )

[Liz has been lying low, at least after she found out that these shadow things weren't quite as flammable as she would have otherwise hoped. But it... bothers her, to be useless ( Read more... )

[Liz is sick of the snow. She's sick of slipping and nearly falling every time she steps outside her door. She's sick of trudging through knee-high snow on the sidewalks. She's ready for spring -- but in particular, she is ready for spring back home. For now though, she finally decided to get out for a bit, instead of holing up inside with blankets ( Read more... )

[Liz almost seems not to notice the communicator. She must though; it's in her hand and she just thumbed it open to turn it on. But her gaze is directed off elsewhere.]

So then... Happy New Year, everyone. I guess celebrating the holidays in this place isn't the best thing, but still.

[She glances back to the communicator with a faint smile, ( Read more... )

[Liz appears on the video feed, for once not tentative or uncertain, but full of smiles and quite confident. She's holding a few squares of paper.] I think I've figured out this darkroom process pretty well. It's a little intimidating -- and polaroids were a lot easier -- but I kind of feel accomplished really. I mean, since I actually did it on my ( Read more... )

[Feed opens up to Liz laying in bed with a black cat on her chest, purring as she's getting lavished in attention ( Read more... )