7th Transformation [video]

[thisismyjob]

[It takes a moment for the network device's camera to focus.  When it does, however, it focuses on a striking young woman laying an arm's length from the camera, eyes closed serenely.  Her black hair is sloppily tied back with a ribbon and what appears to be the post of a rather decadent canopied bed is just in sight.  If it weren't for the

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[dreamsofnoah]

[seeing that video on the Network makes Road wonder what's up with Lulu Bell - this goes beyond mere laziness - and she bounces into her room, all playful energy, taking a flying leap onto the bed and only just missing landing on her.]

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[thisismyjob]

[Lulu Bell only moves enough to smooth her covers, gracing Road with a lazy look that lacks any real irritation or annoyance.]

Yes?

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[dreamsofnoah]

[she pokes at her curiously]

What are you doing?

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[thisismyjob]

[The poking receives no response. This may be a good thing.]

Making requests.

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[dreamsofnoah]

I think we're out of milk.

[since poking has no effect she lets her chin rest on Lulu's shoulder instead, peeking up at her face to see how she'll take this (completely made up) news.]

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[thisismyjob]

Hm.

[She closes her eyes, unfazed.]

No matter.

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[dreamsofnoah]

You're cursed, Lulu.

[Not that she thinks Lulu Bell will care about this either, but it's an unprecedented opportunity to...

Road is sure she'll think of something, even if it's not much fun when people don't react at all.]

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[thisismyjob]

I see.

[Nope, still doesn't care. She shifts to get more comfortable in spite of Road's intrusion... which she also doesn't care about.]

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[dreamsofnoah]

Can I use your clothes to play dress-up in?

[more or less using her as a mattress right now]

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[thisismyjob]

If you must.

[It's not as though Lulu Bell's wearing them right now, and it'd get Road off of her...]

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[dreamsofnoah]

Okay!

[She hops off the bed and more or less dives head first into Lulu Bell's wardrobe before she can change her mind.]

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[thisismyjob]

[Lulu Bell has a fleeting concern for her neatly-pressed suits, stainless white gloves, and her single dress, but it passes. She watches Road--or what's visible of her--through her bed's gauzy white curtains. It's only for the sake of something to watch. What Road does isn't her business.]

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[dreamsofnoah]

[They can hardly be called neatly pressed or stainless any more as anything that strikes Road's fancy finds itself in a small pile on the floor ready to be whisked off to her room. She wonder if Grell would like to try on that dress...]

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[thisismyjob]

Do return them eventually, Road.

[Tomorrow, this will be a problem. But not today.]

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[dreamsofnoah]

I will!

[though it might have helped if she'd specified the condition they were to be returned in.]

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[thisismyjob]

Very well.

[As if it matters! There will be hell to pay later, however.]