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Lilly was not stupid.
After showing up on some apparently magical tropical island inhabited by gay men and dinosaurs, spending weeks convincing everyone she knew that she wasn't dead and suffering through an entire freaking month of winter, she had started to believe everyone when they told her about all the other crazy shit that happened. People switched ages and genders and personalities and, apparently, bodies.
Which was why when she woke up alone in a strange treehouse thing (and, to be fair, it was fucking awesome treehouse thing) with a dick and a serious, serious lack of tits, she wasn't all that surprised.
Of course, that didn't make her any less pissed off. And horrified. Had she mentioned horrified?
HORRIFIED.
Because, okay, she had a dick now and ordinarily, that could be really fun for awhile. But this dick? Not the greatest dick. She'd seen a lot better dick (though, okay, not recently, but she wasn't going to get into that, thank you) and frankly, she was getting shafted here. Also, hi, NO TITS. She liked her tits, damnit. She knew damn well they were her best feature and now they were GONE.
Also, she was starving.
Also also, there was the whole fact that for the better part of an hour, she couldn't figure out why she couldn't fucking see.
Okay, she could see, but not well. And she kept tripping and running into things and it wasn't just because it was a new place and she was disoriented. Lilly wasn't exactly graceful, but this was a whole new level of clumsy. She didn't know why it was, really, until she lifted a hand to rub and noticed an eye patch. Okay, weird and vaguely kinky, maybe, but underneath... EMPTY SOCKET.
FUCKING EMPTY SOCKET.
And, that was when she'd screamed and the sound that came out was horrifying all over again. She was speaking (or screaming, whatever), but it was not her voice and it was not her accent and, Jesus, if she was going to become a pirate, why couldn't she have least been Johnny Depp?!
She half ran and half stumbled down a spiral staircase to some kind of front door and ran as fast as she could toward... actually, she didn't know. Toward anything.
But no place with a mirror, that was for sure.
[OOC: Backdated to Friday morning. Work prevented me from doing this when I'd have liked, so apologies there. Catch her anywhere on the way to the Compound, since that's where she's headed.]
After showing up on some apparently magical tropical island inhabited by gay men and dinosaurs, spending weeks convincing everyone she knew that she wasn't dead and suffering through an entire freaking month of winter, she had started to believe everyone when they told her about all the other crazy shit that happened. People switched ages and genders and personalities and, apparently, bodies.
Which was why when she woke up alone in a strange treehouse thing (and, to be fair, it was fucking awesome treehouse thing) with a dick and a serious, serious lack of tits, she wasn't all that surprised.
Of course, that didn't make her any less pissed off. And horrified. Had she mentioned horrified?
HORRIFIED.
Because, okay, she had a dick now and ordinarily, that could be really fun for awhile. But this dick? Not the greatest dick. She'd seen a lot better dick (though, okay, not recently, but she wasn't going to get into that, thank you) and frankly, she was getting shafted here. Also, hi, NO TITS. She liked her tits, damnit. She knew damn well they were her best feature and now they were GONE.
Also, she was starving.
Also also, there was the whole fact that for the better part of an hour, she couldn't figure out why she couldn't fucking see.
Okay, she could see, but not well. And she kept tripping and running into things and it wasn't just because it was a new place and she was disoriented. Lilly wasn't exactly graceful, but this was a whole new level of clumsy. She didn't know why it was, really, until she lifted a hand to rub and noticed an eye patch. Okay, weird and vaguely kinky, maybe, but underneath... EMPTY SOCKET.
FUCKING EMPTY SOCKET.
And, that was when she'd screamed and the sound that came out was horrifying all over again. She was speaking (or screaming, whatever), but it was not her voice and it was not her accent and, Jesus, if she was going to become a pirate, why couldn't she have least been Johnny Depp?!
She half ran and half stumbled down a spiral staircase to some kind of front door and ran as fast as she could toward... actually, she didn't know. Toward anything.
But no place with a mirror, that was for sure.
[OOC: Backdated to Friday morning. Work prevented me from doing this when I'd have liked, so apologies there. Catch her anywhere on the way to the Compound, since that's where she's headed.]