02 | forward-dated to apr 3rd, text

[cashlin]

[There are two failed attempts at posting this photo, both of which are still sent to everyone: the first is completely dark, and the second is half thumb and half dark red hair. The third's still got some thumb in it, but at least you can see what Lilith's trying to get a picture of. In the tiny crack of an open door is the inside of Lilith's apartment. It's not that trashed, which is great!

There's also a coeurl in there, square in the center of the shot.

Which. Isn't so great.]

coeurl in room

hlep ;hel p pls

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[video]

[mismanagement]

[Oh. Shit. Oh shit that's a big animal.]

Lilith. Can you get out of there?

text

[cashlin]

[Oh god. Maketh is so loud. How does she make this phone quieter...? She's in no condition to be on camera, or to speak, so she gives up, sticking to good ol' probably-still-half-drunk texting.]

i kind of want it t o eat me imm so hungovr

take care of my guns

[video]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh has no sympathy for your hangover when you might die, Lilith. There is a giant animal in your living room.]

Lilith. Lilith! Can you do your phasing thing? And get out into the hallway?

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[cashlin]

if i wnanna blow my living room up yea

[she sends a video of the coeurl: the giant cat's body shifts, up and down, in a steady rhythm.

off-camera, lilith whispers:] I'm... pretty sure it's asleep.

[video]

[mismanagement]

[Okay, the animal doesn't look immediately homicidal. So that's good. Probably. Maketh rubs her forehead.]

Can you walk past it? Quietly?

[She pauses.]

I'll give you pancakes. And coffee.

[Bribery works wonders on hungover people, she's found.]

voice

[imobouzu]

[ Typing takes too much time. So voice it is. ]

If you can tell where you are I will gladly come help you out.

[ He's already started looking but knowing where someone is might help. ]

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[cashlin]

3rd spire

can you do it without wakign it up/killing it pls it takes for fckuing ever to get blood out

[clearly, her priorities are in order.]

voice

[imobouzu]

[ Third spire! Alright! He's on his way! ]

Yes! I think I can do it! Ah, should I chase it outside?

voice

[cashlin]

[Lilith's already got pancakes restoring her will to live, so she switches on the voice.]

Please. If I kill it in there, I'll wind up blowing my place to bits.

video;

[illiegetimate]

Where are you located?

[There's definitely an urgency to his voice, as there should be.]

I am familiar with handling such beasts, if I but know whence you reside, I will be able to assist you anon.

text;

[cashlin]

im in the 3rd spire, ill try to get out? idk

[How embarrassing. She's never going to drink again. (Well... that's a lie, but it's the thought, anyway.)]

come over, no rush.
bu t like DO come over

video;

[illiegetimate]

I am on my way. Pray, stay safe in the meanwhile, I wish not to find you harmed ere I can arrive.

[And he'll be setting out as quickly as his long ass elezen legs can carry him. SOMEONE IS IN DANGER AND HE MUST NEEDS GET THERE QUICKLY.]

action!

[cashlin]

[Lilith's head is pounding too hard for her to parse that on the first try--what IS this guy omg, she cannot handle sword and sorcery right now--so he won't get an actual response. She's sitting outside her apartment on the third floor, though! Looking somewhat disheveled, but otherwise unharmed.

Damn this guy's tall. She squints up at him, getting to her feet.]

Wow. That was fast.

[text]

[murderpotato]

wht th f uck

[Typing is hard when your headache is trying to force your brain out of your ears, okay.]

[cashlin]

[she feels you man, she really does.]

its i nrhe living room

OHHFICK ME ITS MOVINg nvm flase alarm

[murderpotato]

[He didn't even drink that much, he's got like 500 times the headache because you assholes were loud and he drank Delight's shots to get rid of the migraines. It's a migraine clusterfuck in his head right now, Gren's life is suffering.]

wh y

how thfick didy ou get a ffuckin coeurl in yoir livinroom

[cashlin]

[SORRY GREN except not, she had the actual time of her life and also 2 or 3 of those blessed/godforsaken energy shots, no regrets. At least he can comfort himself with the knowledge that her headache-- and new pet-- are very possibly worse.

her reply comes several minutes later, after she's gathered the will to drag herself out of immediate coeurl-range.]

drunk me has a lot of ingineuty
*ingenuty
*INGENUITY

apparently

text.

[smited]

how

[ no, really. how did this happen?? ]

[cashlin]

[BOY does she wish she knew]

i think we all have a lot of questions for drunk me

[smited]

It's not--aggravated is it?

[cashlin]

um

it's asleep. maybe.

[Give her a second.]

ok yeah it's still breathing its asleep

[dangerous_dog]

Did it go? Is it out now?

[cashlin]

uuuuuuuuhhhhh

ill get back to you on that

[dangerous_dog]

Do you need someone with a gun to clear the place?

[cashlin]

I just want it out and not messing up my stuff, I have my own guns

a couple people have already volunteered. but thank you.