Well, I've found my journal. To everyone who knows me, I guess I'm back. I think I remember everything...

[And today, Lilly is in the library, hoping to hide from her new creepy stalker girlfriend. She's poking around looking for a good book to read, but mostly she's just avoiding attention.]

[Filtered to Guy 70%]

Guy, I've thought about it, and I've decided that it doesn't bother me at all that you're going out with that orange-haired harridan. After all, it was only an experiment, so there's no need to pretend like anything ever happened between us. Although frankly those things you made up about yourself? I don't believe it at all ( Read more... )

[Lilly has begun a draft of potential servants and bodyguards from people she knows. She created a filter, but it's backwards or upside down or something. Either way, it completely failed and isn't working at all. Of course this might accidentally look like a list of potential love interests too.]

( Lilly's List )

[Alas, poor Lilly is still recovering in the clinic. And for the last few days, she's been bored out of her mind just skimming through stuff in the journal. Following other people's conversations isn't terribly interesting. She decides to pull out her journal to voice her frustration... by writing about it.]

Can somebody at least bring me a book ( Read more... )

[After an unspecific number of days since being attacked by a certain unpleasant demon person, Lilly is recovering in the clinic still. Her restful recovery has been interrupted by the fact that her journal has been left open beside her bed. Worse yet, there's been voices coming out of it. Finally she's fully awake and quite sick of all this talk ( Read more... )