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So, listen--

[Anybody who pays attention to any of Elizabeth's network activity probably notices something odd about this: it's a video. She uses audio only almost as a rule. But maybe she's not really thinking. It sure looks like she's not up for much deep thinking, if the unfocused way she keeps looking around the bar she's in is any indication. There's a glass in front of her, but who knows how much she's actually had.]

Who here... knows a thing or two 'bout 'attachment'? Because God, I could talk about it for days. About how great it is at first, but then in the end, it utterly destroys whoever it manages to get in its steely little claws. [This is accompanied by a very appropriate 'claw gesture' with all nine and a half of her fingers.]

Because the only thing that's ever constant... [She has an amused little laugh at the word, like it's a private joke.] ...is change? Who wrote that... Hey! [She snaps her fingers over at someone behind her.] Who wrote 'the only change is--' No, 'the only constant is change'? Who wrote that when you're from? ...ah nevermind, you probably couldn't read your own name. [She turns back to the camera, disgruntled noises coming from the insulted party. But Elizabeth doesn't seem concerned.]

What I'm saying is-- nobody warned me, so now... [She points into the camera.] I'm warning you. You start liking somebody, start thinking you have a home someplace, and someday, somehow--

[The camera jerks as Elizabeth takes a punch to her temple. Somebody didn't like being called an idiot by someone half their size. Something close to the camera glows blue and then Elizabeth's got a beer bottle in her hand and she's screaming bloody murder. The feed swings wildly with her hand and cuts out with the sound of breaking glass.]

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[An indeterminate amount of time later...]

[Elizabeth is back at her apartment with a split lip and a bruise under her eye, but she hardly looks embarrassed.]

I meant what I said. Nobody warns you until you're in pain. Consider yourself warned.

[She looks like she could say more, but apparently decides it would just be a rehash. So she turns the feed off.]

((OOC: Feel free to action-ify the first prompt, bar brawl for all. Otherwise Elizabeth will reply to any immediate reactions/messages/jeering the next day!))

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...Yeah we'll say it was the sandals. [She really doesn't want to get into My Life as a Twenty-Something Messiah, Somebody Tell My Bastard Fake Father That I'd Rather Go to Paris. Not right now when sitting upright is the best thing she could achieve.]

The first time I knew what I was walking into. The second... [She considers and then sighs.] Yeah. That I didn't see coming.

...and that's Frankenstein's monster to you, sir.

Yes. I'm not going to forget that for a long, long, long time. Good thing I'll never see my father again, he'd shake me so hard, my ears would ring.

Same here. That and one time I tried to sell holy water and the blind priest threatened to put me in a coffin. Live. [this may have happened its uncertain.......]

Never do. Can't go out in one big party.

Excuse me, M'lady. [he'd be tipping his hat but]

You might change your mind after the hangover later.

...you have some wild priests where you're from. [Not like she can talk. The priests from Columbia were something else too-- the Set Yourself on Fire for the Founders kind. Another reason she and religion never really got along.]

Who says? [There's a very faint smirk in her voice there.] Easy to do when you know when and where. Just... have to know the when and where.

Gladly, if you'll read the book.

[She sighs and sits back in her chair.] No, no I really won't. My father was a drunk. He'd, you know, become so full of self-loathing and frustration that he'd drink until he couldn't remember he had an infant who needed to eat. That won't be me-- [Too late.] ...I don't want this to become anything regular, thank you very much.

He's an ass and a lolicon and possibly mixed up in all the bullshit. [basically: yeah

she can't tell, well maybe by his voice, the way his mouth twists into a grim line] No. There's no choosing that.

Nah, I told you I'm not into self help books.

Long as being you don't mean bitching over this thing again, then you're really growing up.

...lolicon? [The hell does that mean? Probably a better thing to talk about instead of going back and forth about whether or not she could see when she died. She could, she doesn't have to argue the point.]

Are you into any books? Because if you aren't, I don't think we can be friends. [Because this is clearly friendship, deep and true, getting irate at this faceless asshole over the Thisavrite internet.]

Let's not get crazy, sir. I'll bitch as much as I feel like. Being grown up is overrated, and I hear if you swipe down, this entire conversation goes away.

Yeah he's blind and somehow into girls in ruffles. I dunno. I don't ask those kinda questions.

[a huff] I'm not just into the tv guide. I like..I dunno, adventures. Mysteries are okay but don't tell anyone I said that. [this is the purest friendship

judging this poor tortured young woman over the network]

This ain't-- [a peal of laughter] That's not how this works, my profile's still there. Bein' grownup is at least taking care of your ass enough not to get all sloppy up here.

['Into'. Blind. Girls and ruffles. What the actual hell.] You're bullshitting me. [Or somebody really should look into what's going on in these churches, good lord.]

Congratulations, we can be friends. [Hey it's okay Badou. Her dad sold her when she was an infant to pay off gambling debts and somehow, she still calls this man her best friend. Kicking her when she's down is the least of what's happened to her.]

Being grown up means making poor choices and having somebody else take the fall for them and/or clean up the mess. I suppose I should be blaming the beer instead of saying I meant what I meant, if I really want to be grown up.

And who cares, really? Who cares what some ancient, crusted veteran of the Moira does when she goes critical mass? Don't tell me you do, Mr. I Don't Like Self Help Books.

I swear on the holy water I didn't nick that it's the truth. [hands over his heart]

Well thank god, I was gettin' worried there.

No, what the fuck-- growing up means wiping your own ass. Only CEOs get other people to wipe for em. That's what a real grown up is. [what the hell does he know he's a baby]

Well it'll be messy. I don't like messy, its complicated. Surely someone'll be sad.

I think your timeline's system of religion is in need of some revolution, then. If... it's not already happening...

[She snorts.] Please. I haven't encountered a single 'adult' person who consistently takes responsibility and doesn't shuffle their screw ups onto some other party. Myself included. I bet even you've done it.

[There's a beat of silence.] You go right ahead and find someone who would miss me, I'll wait.

Sure can't deny that.

I don't exactly got anyone to shove my shit off onto, but I can't deny it either.

Look, I'm not gonna do that cause it ain't my job. It ain't yours either.

[She snorts.] Sure it's my job. I should at least try to figure out how to, you know, not continue to have a miserable, singular life.

But I've been trying a damn long time and I'm just... too hurt to get up again.

Now that's the smartest thing I've heard you say yet. A new record.

You say that, but I dunno if it'll stick that way for long. Not on any account of stubbornness for yourself, but in general. Human generalness.

Shut up, it's the stupidest thing I've said. It's right up there with 'Hold my beer, I'm going back for round two with Mister Nobel Laureate and Friends'.

...so essentially you're encouraging me to go be a robot now. Because that's what I'm getting from all this talk about 'human generalness' and how great for my health it is.

You had a shitty beer? No wonder you're where you're at right now.

No, I'm sayin' suck it up.

Ugh.

I was afraid you were going to say that.

[Because that's really all there is for it, and she knows it, but she doesn't want to admit it. Not yet.]

If you were expecting that then maybe...you knew it all along.

Tch. No.

[Yes.]

[But she's arguing anyway because can't let anybody else be right today.]

MMmmmmkay whatever doesn't help you sleep at night.

Oh I will, watch how great I don't sleep. I'm a professional at this point.

...and it wasn't beer. It was gin.

[Whiskey was too Booker. Beer is gross and slow. She'd liked the twenties.]

Rather not watch you while you not-sleep, heard people don't like that.

Aaaah, not bad, not bad.

I heard it's a mile a minute in terms of laughs.

What, really? I asked for it at the bar and the guy gave me a look like I was his grandma.

Yeah? You do commentary like this?

I said not bad but could be better.

Sometimes. I can shut up pretty good too, though.

Yeah? Like what? [Do not encourage her to drink more, Badou. The results are plastered on the network now, do not enable bad choices.]

Good to know if this friendship's gonna go anywhere.

Like uh-- well, don't believe all the shit you hear about fruity drinks. Don't knock em. [a pause] I could probably tell ya more when you ain't likely to drink yourself stupid.

[She actually snorts at that, vaguely amused. Alright, you won one, Badou.]

...what do they say about fruity drinks? [Nobody's said anything to her about her fruity drinks, but then again, she'd been with Ivan that time. ...and she'd thrown up in an alley after.] Do they say that they'll knock you on your ass, because that's happened to me.

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